Post by demikara on Jan 1, 2019 18:48:46 GMT -6
Balthazar had been raised to the court, had taken his parents duties from time to time and knew how to ensure the court of the dragons ran like a well oiled machine. He was more than capable of performing all the duties and as he sat on the golden throne of Ra in the poorly lit throne room that he had yet to renovate to modern times, he pondered the case before him. Judging the cases brought before him, exclusively from the highest levels of vampires given he had generals for anything else, was always an exercise in wisdom. He looked over his court and then sighed.
“This case should never have been brought before me. But since it has, I will rule. As Abaddon chose his fledgling from the north side of the river in Jonathan's territory, I find him at fault for crossing territorial lines. However, Jonathan, I find you at fault for taking the new fledgling away from his master before he was ready. You are to be held responsible for the fledglings actions. Your territory is to be split equally among the surrounding territories and you will be put to death.” It was as far a judgement as he could make as far as he was concerned. The fledgling had already been put to death. Rampages of any sort were not to be tolerated.
His younger brother casually beheaded the vampire in question with an executioner's sword. The man crumbled into ash and Balthazar, more bored than he would like to admit, called for the next case. An older vampire, though he looked in his prime, came up to the throne and bowed. Balthazar nodded in return.
“I see no other party for your case. So what is it that you brought before your Ra?” He resisted the urge to lay his head in his hand. The cases may be boring, but he took his duty seriously.
“It is simple, Ra of the Dragon Court. You are too young to be a leader.” He stood straight, his hair tied back at the nape of his neck. “So I will take your place.” Before Balthazar could react, Grigore was on the dais, his hand through the Ra’s neck. He was old and much, much faster than Balthazar was. Milo turned, casting a spell already, moving to boil the blood in Grigore’s veins. The vampire merely laughed and beheaded him as well before the spell could take effect. Both Balthazar and Milo crumbled to death. Grigore picked up the Ra’s crown and placed it on his head.
“I am your new Ra. And you will worship me. Any dissenters will be killed, or thoroughly dealt with. Bring me Brandon Lessard.”
He took his seat on the throne, lounging on it and waited patiently. Brandon, thin and pale and sickly, was brought before him and forced to his knees, despite his struggles. He wasn’t even 100 yet. He was no match for the guards. “What is going on? You aren’t Balto!” Grigore should not be wearing that crown.
The vampire rose, amused and casually rifled through Brandon’s head as the man fought back with every ounce of his own psychic ability, ripping knowledge of the situation from an amused Grigore in his fight. “Oh I like you little necromancer. You know how to properly treat humans and you have some power unique to my line and are my daughter’s nephew. I will permit you to live, on two conditions. The first is to swear to never try for the crown on your magic.”
“Done. I swear to never try for the dragon court crown on my magics power. I didn’t even want to be turned. Now let me go.”
“The second…” He gripped Brandon by the jaw and forced his mouth open, forcing the fledgling vampire to show his fangs, and then casually ripped them out. Brandon cried out in pain as the guards dropped him to the ground and covered his mouth with both his hands, keening through the pain. “Is to remove your fangs. But you already know how to hunt without them, don’t you, Little Butcher.” He would remove them again if they were regrown and he impressed upon the crippled vampire this, more than pleased to be able to simply make himself clear through mental commands.
He looked throughout the court. “The production of those ridiculous blood boxes is to cease immediately. You will hunt for your food or keep the cattle in pens for all I care. The least you can do is follow the example of this fledgling and hunt for your own food.”
He kicked Brandon over and the man curled up tight, crying through the pain. Having some pity on his daughter’s nephew and swiftly knocked the boy out with a quick mental blast.
-
At Mezar Ranch, the job was simple. The human battle mage, the son of the previous Ra, was to be killed through any means necessary. They were a squad of five and given the power before them, subterfuge was the best choice.
The ritual circle the mage had been working on was huge, and it was the work of more than one night. To that end, it was easy to alter just one or two runes, just slightly, enough so that an initial glance might not even notice anything was wrong
And it had worked too. The squad hung well back and watched the explosion happen, before moving in to confirm their kill.
“This case should never have been brought before me. But since it has, I will rule. As Abaddon chose his fledgling from the north side of the river in Jonathan's territory, I find him at fault for crossing territorial lines. However, Jonathan, I find you at fault for taking the new fledgling away from his master before he was ready. You are to be held responsible for the fledglings actions. Your territory is to be split equally among the surrounding territories and you will be put to death.” It was as far a judgement as he could make as far as he was concerned. The fledgling had already been put to death. Rampages of any sort were not to be tolerated.
His younger brother casually beheaded the vampire in question with an executioner's sword. The man crumbled into ash and Balthazar, more bored than he would like to admit, called for the next case. An older vampire, though he looked in his prime, came up to the throne and bowed. Balthazar nodded in return.
“I see no other party for your case. So what is it that you brought before your Ra?” He resisted the urge to lay his head in his hand. The cases may be boring, but he took his duty seriously.
“It is simple, Ra of the Dragon Court. You are too young to be a leader.” He stood straight, his hair tied back at the nape of his neck. “So I will take your place.” Before Balthazar could react, Grigore was on the dais, his hand through the Ra’s neck. He was old and much, much faster than Balthazar was. Milo turned, casting a spell already, moving to boil the blood in Grigore’s veins. The vampire merely laughed and beheaded him as well before the spell could take effect. Both Balthazar and Milo crumbled to death. Grigore picked up the Ra’s crown and placed it on his head.
“I am your new Ra. And you will worship me. Any dissenters will be killed, or thoroughly dealt with. Bring me Brandon Lessard.”
He took his seat on the throne, lounging on it and waited patiently. Brandon, thin and pale and sickly, was brought before him and forced to his knees, despite his struggles. He wasn’t even 100 yet. He was no match for the guards. “What is going on? You aren’t Balto!” Grigore should not be wearing that crown.
The vampire rose, amused and casually rifled through Brandon’s head as the man fought back with every ounce of his own psychic ability, ripping knowledge of the situation from an amused Grigore in his fight. “Oh I like you little necromancer. You know how to properly treat humans and you have some power unique to my line and are my daughter’s nephew. I will permit you to live, on two conditions. The first is to swear to never try for the crown on your magic.”
“Done. I swear to never try for the dragon court crown on my magics power. I didn’t even want to be turned. Now let me go.”
“The second…” He gripped Brandon by the jaw and forced his mouth open, forcing the fledgling vampire to show his fangs, and then casually ripped them out. Brandon cried out in pain as the guards dropped him to the ground and covered his mouth with both his hands, keening through the pain. “Is to remove your fangs. But you already know how to hunt without them, don’t you, Little Butcher.” He would remove them again if they were regrown and he impressed upon the crippled vampire this, more than pleased to be able to simply make himself clear through mental commands.
He looked throughout the court. “The production of those ridiculous blood boxes is to cease immediately. You will hunt for your food or keep the cattle in pens for all I care. The least you can do is follow the example of this fledgling and hunt for your own food.”
He kicked Brandon over and the man curled up tight, crying through the pain. Having some pity on his daughter’s nephew and swiftly knocked the boy out with a quick mental blast.
-
At Mezar Ranch, the job was simple. The human battle mage, the son of the previous Ra, was to be killed through any means necessary. They were a squad of five and given the power before them, subterfuge was the best choice.
The ritual circle the mage had been working on was huge, and it was the work of more than one night. To that end, it was easy to alter just one or two runes, just slightly, enough so that an initial glance might not even notice anything was wrong
And it had worked too. The squad hung well back and watched the explosion happen, before moving in to confirm their kill.