I look up.
And I just look.
I don't move… I just
Look.
For hours, and I just cry.
This world it's problems and morals.
It can be fixed. It can all be fixed so easily.
I just know it. I can fix it. But to do that, I must acquire strength,
An army.
I must seek him out. My dragon.
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Liam and Mr. N walk through the snow.
The city streets are dead, Greenland's population is rather low afterall. Mr. N side eyes Liam so hard he can feel it crawl up his spine, wondering how Liam doesn't freeze to death in these temperatures with no coat.
Liam 6'11 muscular is rawdogging it with no T-shirt in the freezing cold. Annoyed he asked Mr. N."Now what?" They're going to hunt us down anytime now. Any big ideas?"
Mr.N cracks a genuine smile.
"Stop being so sarcastic, big bro. You underestimate my intelligence."
Liam: "Underestimate?"
Sips*
To underestimate I have to first put value on lol, What a silly goose. Liam thinks to himself.
Mr.N: "My special base of operations where I have urgent matters to attend to. You will be safe there with us."
Liam shakes his cup, 'this is pretty good'… he whispers before responding to Mr. N "Why do you still sound so determined and convincing? You already won. You already convinced me to follow you. You can drop the act now."
Mr. N's dye'd blonde hair waves in the wind.
Mr.N: "It's not an act, Liam. They might not have been through what you have, however my entire army is filled with soldiers like you. With nowhere else in this world to go."
Liam states "You speak with such emotion, with confidence in every word. N, I'm jealous. I couldn't do it even if I tried."
"A man with your physique is jealous of speech? You should hold yourself to a higher regard. Your body is a human weapon."
Liam falls silent. As it all comes back to him his heartbeat speeds up.
He knows better than to embarrass himself with self-pity.
I can't raise my voice. I can't shift my tone to show how I feel. I can only whisper. If I ever spoke louder than my owners allowed, I was hit. Flogged. Disrespected in ways I can't say. Disciplined. It's as if that side of my brain never got to develop now I only whisper.
As Liam looks at his shaking hands he curses at himself softly " It's as ifmy very existence is a reminder of the man I failed to become.
2 days later.
The Liberation Army is the scheme
That which Mr. N dreams...
his eyes aflame, he cannot kneel,
He must crown the world beneath his heel.
He speaks of freedom, veiled in lies,
A second sun to burn the skies.
The President's throne will fall apart—
And darkness swears its oath to start.
So Mr. N finally made his move in an effort to overthrow you? A mysterious voice whispered.
Lazily shrugging, the man sighs "I warned him but he wouldn't listen." The man walked forward through the snow, stripes on his left hand, stars on his right. Any island he steps on he sees as his own. Ego is not a word, it's not a definition, it's a person. And that person is the "Prince of the world" , the president of the United States. A natural born ruler. A charismatic leader incapable of dying. His blonde hair flows in the wind as his exotic suit and tie stand out shining brighter than the sun itself.
His face was unnervingly calm, unmarred by emotion, and his eyes—sharp, wide, and confident, carried the cold gaze of someone who knew fate bent at their fingertips. Walking behind him was Vercingerot, also known as "V," One of The Presidents Personal "10" Elite Guard. The most powerful fighters in the nation.
V Was the only Elite Guard to have two letters in his codename "D" for Dragon King and "V" for Version 2.
The name "V" was whispered more than spoken, he hardly looked out of his late teens, his entire form wrapped in a deep crimson robe that shifted like liquid with every step. The fabric hung loosely off his body, offering flashes of his chest and the faint outline of toned abs. There was an ease to his posture, a casual, unbothered air, like all of this was perfectly normal to him. A conical straw hat, the kind worn by wandering travellers. It covered his short white hair and most of his face—only a sliver of his mouth visible beneath.
From grass to concrete, both men walked along the paved path, both sides were identical; the gardens were beautiful. As the two men walked on the path they heard something odd…
And there they were, dancing. Cold sweats ran down the face of The Elite Guard as bile rose in his stomach, sick he quickly fixed his face forward in an effort to forget what he just saw.
The president unfazed simply said "It's her entertainment… these gardens."
The sounds of pleasure rang through his ears of "V", he slowly came to the realization "There's hundreds of them…"
And there they were, naked dancing. Hands touched, mouths kissed anything they could find. Old on young and young on old. Men on men and women on women. Everyone melted into one writhing body of flesh and hunger. Semen in blood and blood in bodily fluids, they all touched and made love. There was no shame. But that wasn't the issue.
V was "grown" and like everyone else he knew what sex was from a very young age.
He's seen orgies before, perhaps even had to participate in a few. But that wasn't the issue. A lot of these people were… too young. And they were… wrecked? They were shattered? Maimed, broken, torn apart, missing body parts, limbs, faces deformed, skin burnt off their faces, eyes removed. It was as if with every move they screamed to be released. As if it was some humiliation ritual they could not escape. "These people were trapped."
V was ready.
His fingers touched the edge of his cowl, breath sharp, eyes cold, he was prepared to kill.
But the president stopped him with a firm grip on his wrist.
Calmly, without turning his head, The President said,
"None of these people are here by choice."
The young man snapped back,
V:"Even more reason to—"
President:"They have nothing to do with America."
A pause.
"It does not concern us."
No more words.
The heavy door creaked open.
They stepped inside, the air colder, thicker, like crossing a threshold into something unholy.
And there she was Liam's mother, Lilith, the one responsible for this horror.
The air grew heavy as they climbed higher. Neither spoke—there was no need.
Lilith stood on her marble dais, wrapped in violet silks and disdain. Her golden bangles clinked softly as she raised a hand, gesturing toward them with cold contempt.
"You come to my island to kill my people? You dare humiliate me like this, Prince?"
Mr. President, the man some called "Prince" behind closed doors, stayed calm. His hands folded behind his back, eyes fixed on hers with unnerving clarity, thinking 'I don't think she knows I just prevented her people from all dying. But ok.'
"An hour ago, your soldiers attacked us, They're not dead," he said quietly. "I saw to it that they'd be fine as they were likely just shaken up due to being attacked by Mr. N two days earlier."
As Lilith takes a seat she thinks how much she hates him.
The president steps forward hand on chest, his voice deepens, "But im certain you'll ask me why im doing all this. Why I'm here" Firmly raising his voice stating "Unbiased, Unsolicited Justic-"
"Where's Bladees? Where's the rest of your forces?" Lilith ignores him holding her hand on her hip in disgust.
His lips curled faintly — not into a smile, but staying calm amidst the blatant disrespect.
"I didn't come here to fight. I came to — "
"Where's Bladees? And where's the other twink? I like that one, could you sell him to me? I want to watch him get r*ped." Lilith casually said as she smiled fantasizing.
V saw red immediately grabbing his weapon.
"This witch needs to learn discipline"