"Anointed on the blood of father and son, mother and daughter. Friend and neighbor, Coworker and Random passerby We are reminded of the one truth of this mortal realm, this coil of unending suffering and despair! That we are made for violence, for cruelty and sughter, let none say otherwise, let none halt your righteous fury! We will be as pure as the All-Father intended for this holy day!"

  Unnamed Divine who had domain over the Sphere of Violence, except recorded before her death at the hands of Queen Malphas.

  The streets of Fair Aaar Yrthaar, the jewel of the New World and the Capital of the Fair Kingdom of Vermilion, burned and were consumed by fme. Fire, both manmade and magical, sometimes even from Divine or Hellish sources, scoured the streets as bitter fighting engulfed the people and their Gods across the entire country.

  Lady Ursa Morgoth, Matriarch of the Morgoth family, felt the cold handle of her old rapier on her left hand. Five times, she had been ambushed by the Forces loyal to King Jason and Lucrezia. The st two of those ambushed had what remained of her "guard" exterminated with such an economy of force and such ferocious means that she did not know how she had lived through them.

  The noise, she couldn't forget the noise as the skies boomed with the enemies dropping out of metal boxes right on top of them, Armored Warriors unlike the ones she knew Lucrezia had in her armed forces, these behemoths stood taller than an ogre, and faster than a Dire Horse as they smmed into her convoy, Her men were just that, regur Knights, Trained to the best of her means and abilities but...

  The enemy didn't even gloat, So clinical and sterile the attacks were that she thought she was under the attack of a mind mage! But she knew better. These were Lucrezia's men, and they wanted one thing; Blood. Her own and that of her bsted daughter may the hells take her and put her to work on some bsted torture device or something of the sort.

  Reaching an empty building, what looked like an abandoned baker Ursa took a minute to breathe, With enough applications of Earth-based stealth-focused spells she managed to dodge her pursuers at the grave cost of an entire ptoon worth of Kights. The sun began falling upon the city as she stared out of the window and beheld the floating ships raining down hellfire upon the nd.

  "This is my city, I've lived among its people for 5 decades. I will not can not let this continue!" She spoke to no one, the Horrifying idea of what it would take to appease the King and Lucrezia's forces. Twilight came as Ursa stared at the skies "In All-Father's holy name I will stop this" she prayed, a small quiet prayer to no one other than herself.

  And then another Sun blossomed upon the Twilight Skies, and Urse understood at st the dire situation she and everyone else was in when a beam of pure light lit up the skies as if the sun was rising, only to zig-zag across the realm and hit the ground with such force, such noise that she felt her eardrums rupture, her skin boil and the st healing enchantment upon her clothes kick in to keep her from dying.

  Floating just by the side of the new moon was a terrifying amalgamation of Steel and Crystal, Lucrezia's Ace in the hole for her upcoming now-halted crusade effort unleashed upon the nd.

  Princess Emilya Paced around her Quarters in the pace, Her Magenta Squad watching her with nonplussed faces as the Elven woman psyched herself up to go talk with their Ruler.

  "Lady Emilya, are you sure?" Veronica asked "Once you do this there will be no going back you understand? Not from your Parents, nor the men and women of fair Grannarius, All that you have scorned and forsaken" The Elven Commander looked at her with a look that was hard to decipher, Pride, hints of worry, and maybe even a bit of sadness?

  Emilya Knew, deep in her heart that Veronica also wanted to live as a proper elf once, tree and everything. As, the call of war was stronger and in that,t she found herself time and time again.

  Closing her eyes, Emilya recalled the face of Lady Lucrezia, the woman who had saved her and her faith. Sent by her God Himself, a driven woman, a faithful prophet, and above all else a kind friend.

  "When she confronted me to meet my parents, she went red up to her ears because of my reaction you know?" Emilya spoke to no one in particur "To see her in that Coffin Veronica, maybe now I understand. I understand why Mother and Father do the things they do, wage war upon their enemies like they do, WIth fury and fire, and no mercy" Emilya stared out the window, the streets of her Capital flourished with Magi-Tech as her parents and state propaganda hailed her the Envoy of Manufacture.

  "Aaar Yrthaar burns, and Ra'Tyrius as my witness I will not let who did that to Lucrezia walk" Emilya grabbed Veronica's hand "I know you feel the same" She could feel the trembling hand of Veronica, for she had seen how bad Richard, the human she was pinning for had gone through and Emilya knew Veronica would spare no effort to avenge him.

  Both women had a silent moment together before a Pace Guard came to fetch them, the man bowed as he made a particur gesture meaning Emilya's Parents were ready for the meeting she had requested. As the trio moved Emilya felt her Greater Blessing quiver every few seconds, as if something was about to happen...

  The Throne room looked different, she beheld the huge crystal panel above the ceiling showing images from all over the Kingdom of Grannarius. It's people going about their daily lives as if their neighbor wasn't in the throes of war, an odd sight to behold in such crity but one she had grown used to. After all, it was her and Idun who perfected this particur piece of Magi-Tech, still, she felt it needed more improvements, especially on the absurd costs of both crystals and raw mana to power it.

  The scene shifted as the women made their way to the two thrones, a sea of fire and hailstorm together with fshes of arcane light and the screams of warriors dying. Rage was clear in their voices as Emilya's parents dispyed honest-to-goodness smiles at the sight. Above the warfare on the streets were mighty airships of a particur design, their cannons and drop bays emptying themselves in real-time as the glint of crystal shone against the backdrop of twilight.

  "The crazy woman did it after all, she went after the prize cow even after every God and man alive told her to stay her bde" Her father spoke with savage glee in his voice "Look at that, it took months of open aggression for them to muster an army against us, but the second Lucrezia falls they are already throwing the big guns! Oh to be driven by revenge and fury, Mortals truly are the greatest gift and a blessing upon this world"

  Her mother was also in a merry mood "I was told the little mage pet your Lady keeps gave that Malphas a good run for her money, the Monster has gotten sloppy with age it seems, she used to eat Chronomancers for dinner when we waged war on her and her people. But then again this is no mere two-bit mage, what a sight. To think that little girl would bring such joy to us!" she pointed towards another image "See those? Strongholds that will follow Malphas to the bitter end, all entrenched across the south of Vermilion, the Old Nag had time to fortify her revolt it seems"

  "Unbelievable, we never reached the capital and now it burns like old wood in summer..., dear daughter of mine, what can we do for you in this most joyful of days? I assume this is more than a social call to check up on your parents?" Her father asked as she felt a spike of energy from her Grater Blessing again, her eyes widening in awe as she turned towards the crystal image.

  Lucrezia's Space Habitat, her weapons ptform shone with the fury only her creations could shine as multiple beams of pure mana, refined via the most advanced of Magi-Tech means meant for total sughter smmed into the ground. Zig-zagging on the air as if being controlled and killing countless as the sheer pressure of the impact leveled buildings and burned people to their very shadows. Emilya could not believe what she saw as the image focused and the people around were also vaporized, and their shadows burned into the remaining pavement.

  There was no mirth in the throne room anymore. Even her parents knew this was a game-changer. The gamechanger Emilya thought to herself as she turned towards the couple.

  "By right of birth, I hereby cim the title of General-Commander of the Armed Forces of Fair Grannarius, to avenge my Prophet Lady Lucrezia Sommer Wulfgrem, Chosen of Ra'Tyrius and Spiritual Liege of His Church" Emilya steadied herself as she cast a spell, her clothes shifting into a full pte of armor, her left hand holding a Warhammer "It is with arm aloft, and rage on my very soul that I cim the country, it's people and it's bounty for a Holy Crusade in the Name of Lucrezia, and Ra'Tyrius" She then felt it, a particur sensation she only felt twice in her life, when her parents dropped their masks for a second and the beasts behind it made themselves visible to their daughter.

  Hunger. Boredom. Glee. Wrath.

  Pride.

  Emilya wanted to cry, so much work was done to avoid this. To dodge her fate as the Daughter of these two Monsters cd in flesh and bone, and yet...She knew it now, sometimes the Sword had to speak, the Hammer had to break and the Spear had to impale for the good of the world to come out, bathed in the blood of enemy and innocent alike.

  Her Father conjured a mighty Warhorn, she had seen it and the knowledge of its meaning was burned upon her mind, the moment she pced her lips upon that Horn and let loose the sound that was nested inside. Grannarius would move as one for her and her alone. War would make its glorious return to these nds and the Children of Vermilion would once again remember why they feared the woods.

  Emilya, together with Veronica moved towards the Beast that held the horn, with a bow she grabbed it and made her way to the great balcony that overlooked the city. With a deep breath, she pced the horn on her lips and blew it, once, then twice as the noise overtook the entire pace and expanded forwards. The people of Grannarius stopped what they were doing and faced it.

  A tide of war cries washed over Emilya's body and soul, she felt the very beast inside of her sharpening its teeth and licking its lips, for once in her life it would be let loose.

  And carnage would follow it.

  Upon the southern shores of the Kingdom of Vermilion, a bitter fight had sprawled into complete warfare as the forces loyal to Malphas tried to hold out against what had to be the single biggest armada in the world. The full might of the Imperium was being thrown at these forsaken souls and what the men and women saw was nothing short of pure terror.

  Even the Raiders of the Old World had joined in the chaos, their loyalty pledged to Lucrezia and her lot. Spirits cloaked in awe-inspiring armor id waste to the very earth beneath them as the chokehold on the women who had mortally wounded Lucrezia and their ringleader closed bit by bit. The footmen and lower command structure of Malphas's forces cursed their lot, but they were in for the long hall or the long queue.

  News from the northern front also spooked them as information trickled down about the bulk of Wulfgrem's forces, including the nightmare that was being called Hope's Hammer they were calling it, a weapon ptform made to be used in the Duchess's crusade across the stars. Test fired to deadly aftereffects to anyone not caught within the weapon's radius.

  The poor souls who had been hit had a one-way express ticket to the Long Queue.

  Their noose was closing in fast, Malphas herself was trying to retake the capital but the st communication with High Command there was grim, Dwarven and Orcish forces were hamming into their supply lines, and rumor was that even the Principality elves would be sending in their airships to stamp out the revolt. Grannarius was making moves as well and the beleaguered men and women pledged to Malphas felt the weight of the world crushing them down.

  A week had gone by and the fighting had gotten even more grim. Malphas had surfaced near the outskirts of the Capital only to be ambushed by Lucrezia's friends, the damage had been so extensive to the region that rebuilding efforts would need to be done at nearly all levels of society to undo the damage, the southern devils of Grannarius had came for blood as well. An army so massive that Malphas herself had to summon demons and other abominations made out of unsanctioned necromancy to halt their march.

  Amongst the interlopers of this horrid war was the old matriarch of Cn Morgoth. Ursa had escaped the capital and now was being kept in a fancy hideaway meant for nobles. Her Daughter and that accursed Mava paced around in delirious fever waiting for Malphas to deliver them their "beloved" Prince Arthur, never mind the fact the man himself had tried to kill his mother more than once...

  Her dreams were pgued by the beam of pure energy that nearly killed her, by the sight of her eldest daughter impaled into the walls of the Capital as she made her escape after surviving the weapon. All of her Magical Items meant to keep her safe, enough potions and healing salves to resuscitate a corpse and godsdamned luck carried her to this pce.

  Or perhaps not luck. Ursa felt her arm shake once again as the wave of emotion and feeling made her lose her footing, She had snooped around and knew that the Queen would soon make a st-ditch effort to kill Lucrezia, and once she failed and Ursa knew the woman would fail she and her progeny would be next in the chopping block.

  And so she hatched a pn, a simple and quiet pn that ill befitted the warfare around her. In the dead of the Night as her Daughter and Mava slept she sneaked into the room where the legacy of her family was kept. The Sacred Bow was in its tainted form and its Spirit Within begging for death. Ursa wept for the saged being who had helped her and her cn for so many years and with the ease of a priest, performed a particur rite given to her by her grandmother.

  "Be free, Join the Long Queue, and do not suffer any more" she spoke as the light ended and the weapon only held the taint of the outer cosmos within, with a wave of her hand she grabbed it via magical means and sealed it into simple dimensional storage. With a tug of her mana reserves, she exploded the chest inwards, casting the Sacred Relic into the realm of whoever was in charge of dimensions.

  Ursa made her way to the room with the two women, who still slept soundly and smiled a wicked grin. The drug had worked and not even the side effects of losing the bound to the Bow would wake her daughter up.

  "For Vermilion, Her People and King Jason" Ursa spoke as she closed her eyes and took a long deep breath.

  Two sshes flew as she made a simple ornate iron bde appear in her hand, there would be no words uttered in this grim task as Ursa snapped her fingers and cauterized their necks to avoid more blood spilge, with a few gestures she had both bodies floating behind her, and their heads frozen in blissful sleep kept fresh with an ice spell.

  She walked for what felt like hours until the walls of the Capital appeared over the horizon, it didn't take long before she was spotted as Spirits and flying machines patrolled the skies, and the noise they made when they spotted her would be yet another nightmare to keep her by. Should she survive this mess anyway.

  Aaar Yrthaar was destroyed, and only Her fair Walls remained, Ursa marched on and the people followed.

  Only Malphas remained now.

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