G4F Chronicles II: The LF Empire (Season 1)

[Zabobula]

The Calm before the Storm everyone...here we are

Chapter Seven

The LFE Castle settled down somewhat after the siege. However the people were still afraid of another possible attack. Everyone was ordered to stay in the safe zone until it was “safe” for everyone to return to their residences. Lord Razen and several of the Imperial Generals were gathered in discussion in the throne room.
“We have a crap load of trouble,” Cirno said. “One, the I.G.’s in the south still hasn’t come back from their journey to Dron. Two, Blue-Phoenix has betrayed us all. Three, we are susceptible for another possible attack from the soldiers. Must I continue?”
“No, Cirno,” Razen stopped him, “we are all aware of the current situation. We just need to come up with a plan to be prepared for the next attack.”
“What’s even worse is that the Dark Rebellion is not our only enemy,” Don Giovanni added. “The Undead Alliance is still a threat looming in the east.”

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THEM.”

Everyone stood up, turned around, and they were all surprised at who walked into the room.
Cirno snarled, “You dare to come into our territory…Azriel?”
Azriel casually walked towards the round table everyone was seated at. “Nice to see you too, Tanuki.”
“Its Cirno now,” Cirno corrected him.
“Yes,” Azriel began, “but don’t forget who you really are.”
Cirno was silent for the moment. Lord Razen took over.
“I should have you killed right now but something tells me that you would like to discuss something with us.”
“Very good,” Azriel said. “I am here on behalf of the Dark Rebellion. We request your immediate and unconditional surrender to our legion!”
“You what?!” Lord Razen shouted.
“Razen think,” Azriel continued, “You were well aware of the threat that the Nami Clan posed all those years back. And the Dark Rebellion, being the Nami Clan’s successor, will be no different. But now we have our own army and it’s not just us that you should be afraid of.”
“Yes the Undead Alliance,” Lord Razen answered. “We know that. But we of the Empire will not accept your request for our surrender.”
“As you wish,” Azriel said. “Life would have been easier if you surrendered to us. But now you will have to deal with a possible two-pronged attack.”

“That will never happen!”

Another person came into the room. It was Commander Scorpion of the Undead Alliance.
“What the Hell?” Paddy exclaimed. “It’s Scorpion, the Undead Alliance’s Commander! How did he get in here? What is going on?”
“It’s alright Pad,” Lauli said. “We are accepting non-combatants into the Empire as of now. If there were any danger then STM and his elite guard will take care of them.”
“Don’t listen to Azriel,” Scorpion said. “It’s a lie. The Undead Alliance has been destroyed by him and the Dark Rebellion. I was the only one who survived…”
Azriel quickly acted, “Damn you!”
Cirno rushed towards Scorpion in his defense as Azriel drew a card from his right pant pocket. He threw it towards Scorpion but Cirno pulled out and extended a staff, knocking the card to the side.
“Don’t forget where you are Azriel,” Cirno said standing at the ready.
Everyone else rose up in defense as well and Azriel was forced to withdraw. “Of course. You have no idea what we are capable of. But I know my limits. We will see each other again but it won’t be in a throne room.”
Azriel turned and exited the quarters leaving an eerie silence in the room. Everyone sighed deeply and turned their attention to Scorpion.
“Now explain to us, Commander, everything that happened,” Lord Razen said.

~

A small explosion occurred below the toppled inner wall of Dron. Marshall walked unsteadily toward Silva who was removing a large stone block off of his stomach. Marshall looked around and noticed that Drahcir and Mailliw were missing.
“What the Hell just happened?” Silva said. “Where are Drahcir and Mailliw?”
“That’s who I’m looking for!” Marshall shouted. “But they are not…”
Marshall was stopped in his words as he saw Mailliw’s covered corpse. Silva was also caught in his tracks as he looked down upon the lifeless body. Marshall noticed that Drahcir’s overcoat was covering Mailliw’s body.
“Something must’ve happened,” Marshall said. “Someone else must have came and caused this.”
Silva replied quickly, “We need to go back to the Empire.”
“What now?” Marshall said. “We can’t just leave his cadaver here like this.”
“Drahcir’s covering will suffice, Marshall,” Silva explained. “Leave him. We need to go back to the Empire now. Let’s go!”
“Fine,” Marshall said.
Without further ado, the two took off into the sky and headed north towards the Empire.

~

A large streak of red light could be seen flying at incredible speeds over the cities and towns of the Empire. Zabobula was ripping through the skies like a raging storm. He only had one thing in mind: Sonidow. The Red Stickman began recalling the first fight he had with Sonidow back in the original Domain of G4F. He remembered how much he enjoyed it. The casualties that occurred were of no importance to him. But the pure essence of the fight. That quintessence exited him to no end and caused him to accelerate his speed through the clouds.
People below in Ancuril could see him speeding through the skies and they could feel the force of his incredible power as it shattered windows and caused upscale winds. His eyes began illuminating in their original and malevolent purple selves.
“I’m coming for you, Sonidow,” Zabobula said out loud. “And this time I will defeat you.
The Red Stickman began laughing maniacally as he sped through the clouds racing towards the LFE Castle far to the north.

Night was approaching and far off to the east, Evil Sonidow stared at the LFE Castle. But he sensed something, smirked, and smiled.
“I’ll be waiting for you, Zabobula.”

~

A light beamed down far off to the west of the LFE Castle and out from the light, Fice, Snorbet, and Sir Frog fell out of it. Robo and Haywire landed on their feet.
“What kind of trip was that?” Fice quickly expressed his feeling after a quick and painful teleportation trip. “You could have killed us!”
“Well at least you are resilient,” Robo said. “Most people of your level wouldn’t have survived the takeoff process.”
“Humph!” Fice said.
“My, that was quite uncomfortable indeed,” Snorbet replied. “I think my stomach and my lungs have been switched around inside of me.”
Sir Frog croaked in agreement.
“You’ll be alright,” Haywire replied. “Shake it off. It helps.”
“And do it quickly,” Robo said, “We are kind of on a time schedule here.”
Fice quickly retorted, “Well maybe you should make an easier way to…”

A noise was heard coming from a cave not too far from them. Everyone turned and saw a peculiar dark-blue light coming from the inside of the cave.
“What is that?” Fice asked out loud.
“Stay here,” Robo said, “Me and Haywire will go and check it out.”
Fice did not argue this time.
Robo and Haywire journeyed toward the cave and walked inside of it. There they saw someone who was sitting on a rounded stalagmite. He was holding a blue orb of light in his right hand and did not take his eyes off of it.
“Hello?” Haywire said drawing the man’s attention.
He stood up and immediately put away the blue orb of light. “Who are you?”
Haywire announced his presence first. “I am Haywire, former member of the Domain of G4F.”
“And I am Robo, its former ruler.”
The man’s eyes immediately widened and he walked closer toward the two.
“So you’re the one,” the man began, “You’re the one who ruled G4F.”
As the man came closer, Robo immediately noticed a familiar symbol on his clothing and drew a short sword from his back waist. “Stay back!”
Haywire replied, “What are you doing?”
“He is one of them,” Robo said. “He’s one of the Dark Rebellion.”
Haywire stopped and looked back at the man, “Is this true?”
The man looked at the symbol of the Dark Rebellion that he bore on his left breast plate. “Yes it ‘was’ true. But I no longer belong to that organization.”
With that said he snatched the symbol off of his clothing and threw it to the side. “I am KadajNoir, the Dark Angel of Justice. I realize now that the Justice that I wish to uphold is not what I want. What I thought was Justice was a simply a shadowed form of revenge. But revenge and Justice are not the same. So I disown my title as member of the Dark Rebellion!”

~

“That was pretty dangerous walking into the Castle like that,” Lukas said as Azriel came back up the cliff. “So how did it go?”
“As expected,” Azriel began, “They declined. However the Undead Alliance card failed.”
“How did it fail?” Lukas asked. “They don’t even know that you destroyed them!”
“On the contrary,” Azriel said, “Apparently I missed one of them. The Commander of the 100 Garrison, Scorpion. So now they know, there is no Undead Alliance.”
Evil Sonidow came towards them. “Then we will have no choice now.”
Azriel was startled, “You mean…?”
“…Yes,” Evil Sonidow said smirking. “We will have to destroy them the same way we destroyed G4F.”
“But there is a problem,” BP walked up the cliff joining the three.
“What problem?” Evil Sonidow asked turning to face BP.
“You know the problem,” BP said. “It’s the Stickman. We have completely overlooked him.”
“Oh he has not been overlooked,” Evil Sonidow said, “I am aware of his presence.”
“Oh?” Azriel said.
“In fact,” Sonidow began, “He will be arriving at the castle shortly and when he does, I will greet him…personally.”