82 Glimpse of a Kings Narcissism (1/2)
”The sadistic narcissist perceives himself as Godlike, ruthless and devoid of scruples, capricious and unfathomable, emotion-less and non-sexual, omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent, a plague, devastation, an inescapable verdict.”
-Sam Vaknin
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The hero which I fought prior to getting sealed is now dead amidst the battlefield, which was once a dark sinister forest, now a bloody plain of which the Gorgon's cold body lies together with its master, Count Jabberowck himself. Betrayed by his very respected King, in the sight of his loyal allies.
Not gonna lie though... He was well worthy to be my first sparring partner on my arrival. His aggressive aura, and his underhanded schemes to fake defeat, his lackeys' support. It all made me realize that this realm is no different from whence I came. Although surreal discrepancies incur, the demented sides stay common. What's worse is that there's a high chance that I'm only seeing the tip of a massive iceberg.
Priest Dainsleif, who also just got fired and with an empty look in his face, did not question the King's doing. He turns around from the sight of his lifeless accomplice. With his scepter, along with his dignity intact, he left the battlefield without a word... Seeing his reaction, it gave me a clue as to how their bond they shared was as a team, serving together this mystic Kingdom that they offered a vain allegiance to.
As the priest lifelessly and silently starts to draw away from the presence of the kingsmen and the leader himself, the King then gets ready to draw his sword from its place, and so did the three million on his command... While here I am in a demon lord fashion, standing several miles apart, engaging in a conversation with Shiro's very own dual ego who introduced herself as the 'Synthesized Angel of Healing, Kurenai'... and I think there is no time for the continuation of the superfluous introductions any longer.
”Let's dance shall we, Feudal Overlord?”The King exclaimed...
”But before that. I would like to make clear, the terms through negotiations.” He added with a grotesque smile on his face.
”Bring it on then.” I replied as I am also willing to hear what these 'terms' are, or else... I'm gonna regret it later again.
”The term is simple... Whoever gets out triumphant from this unusual masquerade will get to keep the Synthesized Angel and these 'lost herd of sheep' as well.”
”Lost sheep.?”
”Oh, I'm gonna show you... Bring in the captured Anima!” shouted the King, commanding men or two to hand him over something that's emblazoned an 'anima'...
Wait, the name itself is somewhat familiar.
And then out from the crowd of armies, shackled by rusty old chains, caged like some sort of livestock with wounds all over her was a figure... that I know so well... The Anima of Music, Amadea Mozart, who was the first deity-like elegant figure who welcome and instructed us of the things that we must do before venturing to the vast unknown.
”Summon your Mirror of Clairvoyance or I will kill all of your clan. Show the Feudal Overlord, our lascivious new-arrival livestock!” Threatened the King to the bound and badly hurt Anima.
With frail arms, she raised her hands and summoned the same wide mirror she used for all of us to see the horrible current status of those who joined the Mirage Armada. And as the mirror was formed, she weakly kneeled not for her obedience to the king but out of her fragileness while puking so much blood in her little and disparaging cage.
Just what happened to her? The visage was so unsightly. Unlike her first appearance, she now looks like a poignant peasant... And from that alone, something tells me that everything is not quite right.
Then, on the summoned gargantuan mirror, showed a very poor Kingdom and inside this chamber, just below a building, was... the humans whom I was with when we first got out of the city gates... Being tortured, by the most cruel means...
The screams of agony, I could clearly hear and their screams for help, that will never likely come.
”H-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The King, seeing the visage, burst into laughter that is very whimsical to hear.
”Just looking at your poor race being conquered by us makes me laugh HAHAHAHAHAHAH! And yet, all of you are supposed to be more' superior' than us as the legends say! Oh well, the superiority better not come from you only having the same boring likeness with the deities themselves. ” He added all the worse.
”How did you capture them?” I asked holding out as best as I could, the memory that I have with me from that night of derangement... but, this king... I could clearly see in him, the same charisma of my older brother, making the dam of reminiscence impossible to maintain.