18 Fall of The Empire (1/2)
Dark Crimson was the only color the boy could see.
He Lifted his hands in front of his face and all he could see was sticky red liquid dripping from it.
”Stupid! Stupid! StupiD!”
”It's all my fault.”
His small hands clenched until the knuckles whitened.
”Mom! Dad! Tina!”
”Please say something.”
There was no response.
”Anything...”
They were all gone.
”Please...”
The Empire's soldiers had killed them.
Why?
Why did they have to die!
He didn't know.
Perhaps some noble had gotten offended for some petty reason or they had committed some minor crime.
He didn't care why either.
That was how cheap life was here.
If you didn't have any standing, or backing you will be immediately killed in broad daylight.
There were no consequences anyways.
Why was he the only still alive?
Just because he had refused to leave his room that day?
All he did know was that the Empire's soldiers killed them.
They had to pay the price for his death!
Killing is unforgivable!
But who would he kill.
The boys hatred was too large to just kill off his family's murderers.
He didn't even know which noble it was.
Even if he was killed another would rise in place.
It would be pointless
But that none of that mattered.
He would just destroy the entire Empire.
Simple enough right!
Why bother with the details, he would just bring the entire empire to its knees.
Everything else was irrelevant.
The boy smiled brightly. The fires of vengeance had already been lit.
That was when the fate of the empire was sealed
Because the name of the boy was Martin Glace.
Once he was determined to destroy something, nothing was capable of stopping him.
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6 years later, the goal was achieved. All with the help of the biggest puppeteer and mastermind in history - Lucas Nothstein.
The Anarchists had grown all over the world. It was like a cancer. They couldn't be treated or removed. Under the oppressive regime their revolutionary ideas spread like the common cold.
They operated under the cover of darkness.
However not everyone got to see their true face.
To many nobles of the Empire, they were a shady organization that did arms dealing aiming to dominate the black market..
To the Empire they were just a bunch of Stratocracy radicals that got banished plotting the downfall of the Hope Federation.
To the other nations they were empire rebels.
Most of the nobles had been pitted against each other .
Controlling the balance of power from behind the shadows some even believed that they were aiming for world domination, which to an extent they had indeed achieved.
That's when they finally made their move.
They tipped the war in the favor of the Empire and pushed the other two nations to the brink of collapse.
Everything was ready and prepared. As external conflicts became irrelevant, internal conflicts rose steadily. Everyone was in position.
Lucas had rearranged the Empire into a stack of dominoes.
All that was left, was to tip off the first piece.
Martin looked through his scope at the man exiting the Royal Palace. He paused for a second while entering his car.
The second was all Martin needed.
His eyes were devoid of all emotions and an extreme calm gripped him.
Even though he was full of rage and the person who killed his parent was right within his scope.
The vengeance boiled within him, threatening to break through his composure, yet Lucas wasn't affected in the least. He had long begin to control his vengeance as a weapon than let vengeance control him.
All he knew was that this person was a target. Someone the Anarchists wanted gone.