*Sigh…* "How long is this going to last… At this rate, we might even lose..." A deep, almost otherworldly voice came mumbling from the pitch-black darkness of the room, clear weariness in his tone.
In the middle of the wide, expansive throne room was a flight of stairs about 5 steps high, tinted in a mixture of black and gold. Atop these steps laid a large, magnificent throne carved out of black and red crystals, decorated with various glowing, futuristic metals resembling that of bones of different species giving it a feint yet ominous air of death.
Sat atop such a throne was the figure of death himself, his clean, handsome, snow-white, pale face shrouded in darkness only allowing one to see his fiendish, glowing blood-red eyes, the 10 glowing red lines going down from his eyes, 5 on each to show off his might and power, 2 white horns on his head glowing a similar colour with a pattern engraving flame completely unique, his grand black and red metal armour matching the patterns of his horns, a great sword leant to the side of his magnificent throne.
he lifted his head and looked around the pitch-black room that was illuminated only by the natural night vision possessed by his race in order to try and get his mind off what was bothering him.
It was one of his favourite and most common pass times since he had taken quite a liking to art. The room was indeed an exquisite piece of work, no doubt made by the best architects his empire had to offer.
It was a wide, expansive, high room that was more than big enough for several hundred people. The high ceiling above him was predominantly black, with golden decorations as highlights. Hanging from the ceiling were numerous chandeliers made of precious stones of all colours of the rainbow that emitted a fantastic, dreamlike radiance that did not give off actual light, its beauty only able to be appreciated by those races that possessed dark vision.
Seven flags emblazoned with ancient shalker symbols were hung on the glass walls that allowed anyone to peer outside at the magnificence of moving space, stars glistening in their direction. Truly, there were many things for his eyes to get lost by in the room, but for some reason, after drifting in his own thoughts for long enough, his gaze always landed back towards his shalker subordinates, all 20 of them kneeling down on one knee right before the steps up to the throne, ready to receive any order.
*Slam*
Suddenly, the two large metal doors of the throne room were thrust wide open with an astounding slam, startling everyone in the room, including the almighty presence on the throne, the figure of a short, panting boy at the entrance of the two doors, trying to catch his breath.
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"Huh? What is the meaning of this? How dare you intrude on the sanctity of the throne room unannounced an—" A proud shalker guard yelled, pure anger in his voice before he was interrupted by the boy's somehow even more overpowering scream.
<< My lord! This is terrible! Arksha the damned attacked human territory unannounced! And not only did he lose and get captured, but he also revealed most of the secrets we kept hidden from the humans! Including our use of abilities! My lord! War might start between our two races again! What should we do!? >>
<< HE WHAT!?>>
The lord roared an almighty roar, slamming his hands on the armrest of his seat with such force that his throne almost shattered in two and the entire, beyond massive ship, began to shake.
<< That... That damned fool! He and his rebel forces are going to be the death of me! I should have killed him when I had the chance! I didn't think such an insignificant ant could screw me over this badly! The humans are extremely weak but I can't afford to go into another war! THOSE DAMN REBELS ARE RUINING EVERYTHING! Olvad! Do you know why he went to that planet and did what he did!? >>
<< Um… I think it was to find a certain girl, the deity that he and his family worships or something. He believes that she was on earth so he went to get her. If you ask me, I believe he had gone crazy... >>
<< Crazy is an understatement, that man was a fanatic, once an ally turned traitor just for some fantasy about a girl! Disgraceful! What more can you tell me about this?! >>
His voice resounded and echoed around the entire room, all of his guards nervously standing and listening with heavy sweat running down their faces.
<< Lord, from what the humans said, they had captured Arksha, but no matter how many times they torture him or try and make him speak, he would not talk. And to them, it didn't seem like he didn't want to talk, but more like he physically couldn't talk at all. Even when they tried to make him write the answers or type them out, that still did not work. They believe that it was our doing my Lord… >>
<< Olvad! You need to make it clear to them that we and they are not in any way associated! Use any excuse that you can! Pull up the time a small fanatic human force tried to attack us a few years ago if you have to! But make sure to not display any weakness! We need to keep our powerful image! But we need to avoid war at any cost! >>
<< Understood my lord! >>
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Olvad bowed deeply in understanding, before lifting his head and looking at the frustrated face of his overlord with a feeling of fear unlike he had ever experienced before as he spoke.
<< M-my lord, I still have more news to deliver… I managed to learn the name of the person that Arksha thought housed his deity. In english his name is, I believe: "Moobly Kane". He was the person shown all over human news for having held him off, so he had to have been the target… >>
The Shalker lord's deep, blood-red eyes grew wide hearing his name, putting his hands on his mouth as he began to deeply ponder.
<< Moobyly Kane… "Kane"... I think I recognize that last name… Could he be…>>
The shalker lord mumbled to himself before he was interrupted by a sudden voice.
<< My lord… You look stressed? Do you require any assistance? >>
He took a deep breath and responded to his subordinate.
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<< Be at ease, I am completely fine… Olvad, I would like to add one more thing to your order… Make sure you keep an eye on this "Moobly Kane"… Don't go out of your way to spy, kill or assassinate him. But make sure you keep tabs on any updates about him that there might be…>>
Olvad seemed quite confused why his lord would demand such a thing of him, but he was in no position to ask questions or reject his offer so he answered the only way he could.
<< Understood my lord… It shall be done…>>
<< Good! Now leave and do your job well! I expect great things from you! Take 10 of my guards here if needed! >>
With a grand wave of his hands, still sitting down on his throne he ordered, making Olvad bow with grace, leaving the room with 10 shalker guards, the faint sound of the doors closing in his departure.
The Shalker lord took a deep breath, pulling out a glass of wine from thin air as he began to sip, deep into his thoughts as his brain began to hurt immensely.
<<Maybe I should have chosen to continue the war with the humans and get their energy sources instead of going for the Grimorian's energy sources… But if they had not signed that contract that day, we might not be here… Ahhhhh! >>
He took another sip of blood-red wine before continuing his thoughts and faint mumbles as the entire situation made all of his problems and anxieties take centre stage in his mind...
<< I'm such an arrogant fool… Why did I have to start a war with so many species… It was fine when we had four subjected and 4 in war, but after the other races formed an alliance and rebelled, it's' all been downhill… Now, if the humans join again it might be the end of us… AHHHH! Why were we so unlucky to not receive one of those seemingly unlimited power sources! We would have no doubt won! Curses! >>
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… … *Sip*
<<Ahh… But I guess all I could do now is wait and see if the Grimorians will fall and if General Igneal will succeed…>>
He spoke, playing with the wine glass in his right hand, his gaze fixated on his kneeling subordinates before shifting it towards the emptiness of space out of his glass panel walls, getting lost in the grandness of the galaxy that he knew rightfully belong to him and him alone...