18 Fall of The Empire (2/2)
The Poor Duke's head blew up like a watermelon as the armor piercing bullet flew right through his head.
The head of the Rose family had died just like that. The pieces were now set in motion and the fall had begun.
The blame was on the heads of the unsuspecting Lavender family.
Next the Rose and Lavender families started a covert war.
Then news was released that the Lily families had planned out the assassination. and had put the blame on the lavenders.
The dominoes kept on falling.
The final straw on the camel's back was the King's death.
The king had long fled the capital, that was being terrorized by Vincent under a bomb threat.
The army, the Nobles and advisers were all trapped in the Palace.
However the king had long fled.
He didn't get too far.
The Anarchists didn't even bother with him.
He was stabbed in the back by his most faithful servant.
Who had long been infected with the ideals of Anarchy.
After all, Those who misuse power will always face retaliation.
The entire Empire went up in chaos when the servant threw the king's severed head into the palace.
It was pure chaos.
Before anyone could react.
The Empire had fallen from the within after weakening the other two nations.
The blood of the nobles had been used to draw the symbol of the Anarchists.
Right under it were the three principles.
Power. Vengeance. Chaos.
Their bodies spelled out the word Anarchy.
The world world knew right then.
A new organization had risen in the shadows.
They called themselves The Anarchists.
However to the two remaining superpowers-
They were a pack of wild wolves,
out for their blood.
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Lucas looked at Martin.
Martin didn't cry in happiness as his vengeance was over.
Neither did he become a broken person with no goal in life.
When he had first joined the Anarchists his eyes would always be ice-cold.
Calm and emotionless.
Yet Lucas had seen what wasn't there.
A fire deep within. A fire of vengeance.
As Martin worked with them, they were many times when they had disagreements.
Times when he was vicious towards the Empire.
However he had soon changed.
He had evolved. As Anarchy showed him the true reality of the planet.
He slowly started to develop a killer's code.
He would take vengeance for those who couldn't.
Today, his thirst had been quenched.
He wasn't empty as he still had something to live for.
He had the Anarchists behind him.
Lucas was curious to see how Martin will change now, that his Vengeance had been quenched.
Lucas then turned and looked at the destruction and aftermath left behind by them.
Later he would often wonder why did they become labelled as an evil organization.
Did they use too much blood when drawing the symbol. Probably not...
Now he just smiled at the fallen nation.
It was just the beginning.
The Empire was split between the Stratocracy and Federation like a hot pie.
The Anarchists didn't care who ruled.
To them all rulers were nothing but targets.
”So what is our next target.”
”The Federation is to messy right now.”
”It is time to blow up the Stratocracy.
Those military dogs have been having things too easy. Haven't they.”
”Yes indeed.”