Origin Path: Gang Pressed
!!0fEYB5hrFn3 10/06/10(Wed)01:31 No.12345297|
“I will take what is owed to me. You promised me it in return for my aid, and I will have it,” a harsh voice demanded. It echoed in the throne room, though none were there to hear it save for the two present. Or so they thought. Long had this room played host to the royal governor of Domus, serving the Domian Lord Governor as any other servants would. Magistrates and representatives the world over would travel to this room to entreat their leader for aid in whatever their cause may be. With a simple yay or nay, wars were started and cities burned, hospitals built and the planet returned to order. Only the most important matters made it to him, and any decision he made would surely change the world. Only now, it was the aging governor who was entreating for mercy, from another ruler who came from the stars beyond.
“Surely there must be another way? I know, take the younger boy. He is of no use to me, though he may be to you. My first born is my heir, and has been raised his entire lift to this end. Government, economics, diplomacy, literature, ethics, history, speech making, everything of his education has been for the goal of taking over after me. How can you take him away from his one goal in life?” inquired the gold man. The stress of the conversation was getting to him, and his wheezing echoed in the vast empty room.
“And you would refuse me what I am owed? You knew this day would come and I would collect on our deal. Surely you do not forget where you would had I not intervened in a certain matter? And as for ethics, I don’t think he is going to pass that class anytime soon.” the other voice shoots back, dominating the conversation. It was almost toying with the elderly ruler, as if it knew it was going to get what it wanted, and it was just going through the motions. Odds were, the stranger was.