A dark violet luminance pierced through the windows and illuminated the entire hallway from tile to tile. Patterns carved deep onto the charcoal-colored walls, a purple glow strapped over the ceiling, and a thickening mist enshrouded the cold area.
This place was a tame and relatively quiet region. Like the peaceful forests of Linuxinia,, but with a major flaw.
. . .
Footsteps tolled out, followed by a metal door creaking open, allowing the toxic winds to blow through the enclosure.
A dark-haired man hurriedly sprinted through the hallways, with five more people and mechanisms following him. Just by the dreadful look on his face, he knew that he always hated his Queen's dereliction; but it was all to fulfill her "promise."
"Unbelievable."
A colossal throne covered in purple crystals and blackthorns was occupied by a woman, her long dark hair encasing it like a snake. Her cold malicious purple eyes gazed straight at the carved symbol onto a wall, feeling nothing but despair shroud within her.
She pursed her black lips, lifted her slender charcoal-covered hand, and whispered to the carving in a deep tone.
"Words lost to time, an abundance of destruction left ceased through delay and anguish. My long has it been since I've seen my past world. All the pain I had endured from watching everything foreign was consumed by a bewildering assiduousness of woe to preserve their abode live."
A line appeared between her fabulous brows, turning her head and staring at the pale blossom sparkling under the stained purple luminance plastered onto a black wall.
Her expression hardened like the crystals, whispering to the engraved inscription.
"Beloved, now that it has been passed onto you, my bitterness has been transformed."
The woman narrowed toward five engravings on the wall of her throne, all grouped up in a triangular shape. Beneath the flower carving were two more symbols partnered together.
A sun symbol and a cross symbol.
It was hardened in black stone, almost faded compared to the others. The woman's face drained with sorrow and remorse while seeing the pyramid of symbols.
As she was about to shed a tear...
(BOOM)
A steel door slowly creaked open from her throne room, with the dark-haired man escorting the rest behind him.
The shrouded woman sneered her eyes at the man with a look of hatred. She openly said in her deep, grueling voice, lifting her arm and casting purple magic.
"I thought I ordered you to never return, immortal one. Why are you here?"
Among the group behind him, a purple-haired girl having warm glazed orange eyes coughed and stepped forward across the sleek brittle floor. She gulped and knelt, announcing.
"Y...You're majesty, please... just attend to him for once."
The Queen tightened her fists, and her mouth twitched with annoyance.
"It is not my shortcoming that his differentia grew dull. His heart is frivolity. He blatantly let the Perfect Creation... be eliminated by The Dragon. Thousands of years of work, all to be ceased by the hands of my arch enemy. Lost thousands upon my mechanisms and achieved nothing in trade. Tell me, why is it that you have arrived? Before I slaughter you here and now."
Duron gritted his teeth and balled his fists, furious at The Queen's carelessness.
At the moment before the Queen had unleashed and slaughtered Duron, everyone, including her own servants, stood in and shielded the man.
A man shrouded in black mist snapped his fingers and hollered.
"Don't dare touch that man! He knows something that you don't!"
After an eerie silence, the Queen slowly shook her head and sat back on her throne, gritting her teeth and grunting.
"What is it you wish to speak of? I don't want to waste my time and endure your ceaseless actions."
As the throne room filled with an ominous aura, the dark-haired man sighed profoundly and bowed in front of the Queen.
His dereliction and care for the Queen still emerged in him despite her cruel ways.
It could be seen from his face that he cared much for what he had to reveal.
While three girls, mechanisms, and a monster watched, Duron closed his eyes and proclaimed.
"Within a stronghold, I have found two presences you have wept all so long for, deep within Linuxinia."
The Queen snarled, revolted by hearing that nation's name.
"That valueless, wretched nation that brooks no care to their own problems? The nation that's blinded by their delusion of amicability, love, and happiness, one that consumes its whole. A place that can't accept the cold face of reality and harshly looks down upon the others. Yes, who is it that could be so noteworthy there that would spark my interest?"
Duron threw his hands in the air, his lavender eyes peered straight at The Queen, and his voice echoed throughout the room.
"A pair of partners that you may be familiar with. Two as such that matched your beloved dynasty you all so desiderate for. It's two... you thought had lost."
Her pupils dilated in a disbelieving expression, slowly pushing herself up the throne and asking with a quiet, soft voice.
"D...Do you so happen to mean that--
Duron nodded.
"Indeed."
The Queen gasped, darting her eyes straight to the five symbols carved into the wall.
Without remorse, she hastily pushed herself up and turned to the group, having the thought of someone in her mind.
She clenched Duron's neck and pierced her blackened eyes straight through his vision.
"Of whom do their presences look like?"
Duron attempted to escape from The Queen's grasp, backed away, and as his blue gem dangled over his collar, the tall man raised his voice; others backed up in shock.
"BRIGHTEST SHADES, DARKEST WEAR, AND MARKS ENGRAVED ALL OVER!"
. . .
The moment that Duron's voice echoed over the entire area, The Queen of Wraileza stepped toward the massive stained-glass window, turned her back away from the group, lifted her arms, and shook her fists, whispering.
"Then it is true... after all this spilled time, they... have returned. The two I had all loved so endearingly, the ones I have brought into existence, have made their forsaken return to our world."
Her aggressive nature boiled, her dark hair flew upwards, and her loud, demanding voice exponentially grew louder as she escorted everyone in the room out of the door.
"But their arrival... was too tardily. It's TOO late for them to reverse the convergence of The Underworld and Heaven. Nothing, not even my loved ones, can stop me from annihilating this Failed Discrepancy."
The Queen stepped over to the balcony, feeling the winds blow on her hair, where she saw a massive compartment with hundreds of black hatches from side to side. All industrial and nothing magical came from this.
She clicked the dark button, steadily raised her voice, and opened all the hatches.
"All who YIELD and wish for the prosperity of our universe... follow my precious acquaintances and dispatch yourselves across EVERY. SINGLE. CORNER of this world. DO NOT STOP until you have found MY BELOVED CHILDREN!"
She looked over to the polluted purple sky, watching the sun barely stream down on her face. Duron, The Queen, and the rest of the group watched all the hatches lift up, feeling tremors beneath the stell tower.
The man gritted his teeth and screamed as the clouds filled the sky.
"Are you insane?! You're going to send all your units at once?!"
The Queen growled.
"That was your FINAL warning, Duron."
"Huh? W..What do you mean?"
Suddenly, The Queen pressed her hands against the man's back and pushed him off the tall balcony, falling and shattering his legs on the black concrete.
A wicked smile emerged from The Queen's face, feeling a sense of relief bloom in her as she heard Duron scream in pain. Her disciples tried to stay calm, pitying the man.
"Such a pity that man lost his legs. Even for an immortal, he's still weak in his own regard."
"Awww, see you later."
"Disrespectful."
As all three dark-haired girls argued behind, the Queen stepped forward and screamed out to the open foundation while watching the sunrise from the lavender, hazy horizon.
"If anyone DARES to resist, DESTROY THEM AT ALL COSTS! Let NOTHING and NO ONE... obstruct my pathway to my promise. "
Automated Poison-Spewing Spiders, powerful dark mages, massive purple steel golems, disease-spreading blood ravens, swarms of metallic cyclops, dark entranced elves, and all her fellow acquaintances stood in formation.
The Queen pointed to the distant land far across the horizon, trying to keep her rage at bay.
"Children, if you two are really out there; I promise you two with all the remaining love I still have in my corroding memory...."
She closed her eyes and whispered in a faint voice, feeling both the heavy feeling of guilt and madness press on her.
"I WILL find a way to relieve every one of our family... from our destructive curse..." The Queen of Wraileza turned her eyes to the solid S mark engraved on her wrist. A small trembling smile shone on her corrupted face.
"Whatever it takes."