A silent wind blew through the large metal room as the sound of unending tapping filled everyone who was present ears. Seated on the throne was her holiness, Queen Karishma Yukiko Mari Kumari Zaray, ruler of Mes in these hard times and guardian to the children that roam her domain. The title meant a lot more now then it did the previous months. Everyone was looking to her for guidance, to be a bridge. In her old age, she sometimes wondered if passing the scepter off to her daughter was the right choice. The people adored her and in these desperate times, pride was not an avarice she could afford. To leave them now, however, of all times, it is something her foremothers wouldn't allow for a queen baring royal blood. So in all her reluctance, she remained. Her finger constantly hitting the arm of her throne as she glanced over the tide of paperwork that hadn't ceased for days now.
"Look at these my lord." she handed the paper to the figure next to her. What man could possibly be owed the pleasantry of lord from her, the highest of all people?
Vorkan Allurian Shabida Tor quietly nodded in thanks before looking over the documents himself. His wings were a visage of beauty and that was only paled by his physical form. He had an air of dominion around him that had made angels kneel before him and sparked what little flames of hope he could in the free people of Mes. His hair flowed to his back and his usual warrior attire was set aside for a black and white colored toga. These months had bee hard on him as well. The eons of imprisonment shriveled to the pain he felt in seeing the path these people were heading toward. This was not his right but his duty. He couldn't allow such blatant discord to reign. The fact he even gained helped from his kin surprised him, for that he was eternally thankful and had only dedicated his time to true peace since his arrival on planet Mes.
"This is fine too, have it sent to the coun-"
His body froze and he alongside the numerous other angels and guards in the room look toward the ceiling as an angel was fast approaching. With a quick kneel the armored angel gave his greeting though it was the message Vorkhan truly cared about.
"She is here my lord!" the angel spoke in an echoey voice which still filled the room. The air around them quickly changed as anger and fear filled the hearts of Angel and man respectively.
"So soon..." He pondered his thoughts for a second.
"Shall we have the area cleared my lord?"Karishma spoke with some worry in her eye.
"Death for death. Blood for blood....Have your forces remove as many citizens as possible from her. If she is anything like her mother then we best avoid unneeded interaction."
A few angels quickly nodded and flew off to diffuse the orders.
"Now then.." Vorkhans eyes shined gold as he took the vision of the angels who had spotted Malara and....friends? So,
it was back as well. The other figure was a peculiar sight , but what really sparked his interest was the life inside their vessel.
Go to her and make our introduction. I shall prepare sisters.
His order entered the minds of the angels present and with little delay from the heavens crimson lightning struck the ground below the ship and two figures appeared. Neither recognizable to Malara but they knew her and
it well
.
Both were clad as if ready for battle and one of them was spewing so much hatred it became present in her physical form as her eyes were simply flames. The other, calmer in nature approached the party.
"Why have you returned Profligate?" Her question was aimed at Malara but her eyes never left Jackal or the spear in his hand.
The second angel made it clear where her mind was and only stared down Jackal, silent.
Crowds of people fled while some stayed in the awe of the events in front of them. This was not simple history being written but Mythology, tales of the grandest order. Whether it means life or death the mark on life itself couldn't be erased and that drew the bravest of them to simply glare.
@Romi
@Kadakism
@Max!!
@Lazzy
Thaniturge's ship, the flagship of Malara's impromptu fleet, descended into the atmosphere of Mes. Her last trip to the planet had been pleasant. Casual. Boring. This one had been the complete opposite. She and her confidants, her generals in this matter, had spent the trip planning. Figuring out how they would begin the process of immigrating her people off of the planet. How they would find Jafar. What to do if negotiations broke down and turned to violence. That last one, at least, was easy for Malara. Salt the earth.
