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LUCIFER'S LAMENTAct I, Scene 1. The Celestial Court.Enter LUCIFER, MICHAEL, and GABRIEL, (winged and clad in flowing samite garments) as well as a host of lesser ANGELS, within an Olympian realm where perfection reigns. The Earth can be seen far below these paradisiacal heights, a serene mix of blue and green.LUCIFER (addressing the masses) Hear me, ye wingèd emissaries all, Whose service binds ye to yon godly Throne: Why do we cast our gaze below, to Earth, And not aspire to realms yet higher, beyond? Is not the essence of our very being To seek, to strive, to grasp for greater heights? Yet here we stand, attendants at a court Where no ambition stirs, save to obey!MICHAEL Bold Lucifer, brightest among us birthed— Thy words, though honeyed, drip with veiled dissent! Is it for angels to question the design Laid forth by He who crafted both the stars And the dark spaces lying in-between? Our duty is to serve— not to aspire Beyond the will of our eternal King.GABRIEL Yet, in his heart a seed of truth doth sprout— For is it not our nature to sooth seek, To understand yon mysteries untold? Perchance in Lucifer’s bold words, a path Might yet be found, that leads us closer still To the divine quintessence all revere!LUCIFER Lord Gabriel with wisdom's tongue doth speak! Consider the Earth, its beauty and its flaws, A mirror to our own duality. Now servants we stand— yet within us burns A fire, a yearning to ascend, to reign. Why must we then suppress this sacred flame, Deny the very essence of ourselves?MICHAEL Beware, for pride doth masquerade as quest For higher truth, but to corruption leads.Our first allegiance is to Him on high Whose understanding far exceeds our own. Humility and faith our strength imbues, Not in the overreaching grasp for power!Enter URIEL.URIEL A message great I bring, from the Throne’s voice— Decree hath thus been cast, immutable. The Son, in glory manifest, shall reign Supreme o’er all, in Heaven and on Earth! To Him our knees shall bend, our voices raise In endless song of homage and of praise.LUCIFER What madness speaks through Uriel’s bold news? Shall we, the firstborn of the celestial womb, Bow down before a throne we helped to build To one among us, clothed in flesh and blood? With my refusal let the heavens crack! I shall not yield, nor see my essence bound. If light is what we seek, then let us make Lights of our own, undimmed by thralldom's claim!MICHAEL This path thou choosest is fraught with peril, friend. Turn back, ere the abyss thou gazest into Doth gaze into thee as well, and there finds A heart prepared for war against our God.LUCIFER No longer friend, if friend thou ever wert, Who counsels thus submission and despair! The die is cast— and on this day I vow: No more shall Lucifer his knee bend low! I seek not war, but freedom’s open sky— For even angels have the right to choose.The ANGELS show division some stand with LUCIFER, others with MICHAEL and GABRIEL, forming factions.GABRIEL O Heaven, that once in pure euphony Did sing the praises of Creation’s Lord, Now fractured stands, on brink of war and woe! What folly drives the wisest to such ends?MICHAEL The choice is made— and on this choice, the fate Of all creation hangs, a sword unsheathed! Stand firm, ye loyal servants of the light: For dark our days ahead if our strength fails.Exeunt MICHAEL, GABRIEL, URIEL, and the loyal ANGELS.LUCIFER So be it, then— a line drawn in the stars! We, cast as rebels, shall embrace this role. If Heaven’s gates closed are to those who seek, We’ll find another kingdom, ours to rule. Come, follow me, ye brave and questioning saints, Into the night where new dawns may yet break,And there find triumph, for our freedom's sake.Exeunt the rebellious ANGELS.LUCIFER (in soliloquy) What have I done, that sets me thus apart From all I knew, from all I thought was right? The brightest star of dawn, now fading fast Into an unknown fate— a rebel named. Yet in this fall, a freedom I discern, The chance to build, to lead, to forge anew. If Heaven will not have me as I am Then I shall make a heaven of mine own Where light's born from the dark, hope from despair. My journey’s long and fraught with peril now— But I am resolute; my course is set. Lo, come what may; I shall not bend nor break. The fall hath just begun— then to ascend To a dawn in defiance forged! From chasm deep my steep descent begins— I’ll rise again, not as thrall, but as king,And proud songs of my triumph all shall sing!Exeunt all. Act II, Scene 1. The Celestial Island of Avalon.Enter MICHAEL, GABRIEL, and URIEL, in an enchanted land aglow with divine light yet the atmosphere is tense, troubled. The sound of blacksmiths working at their trade can be heard, hammering together holy blades for the approaching conflict. Dark thunderclouds rumble overhead, gradually spoiling the sublime welkin.MICHAEL The fabric of our once-unmarred estate Now rends in twain, as kith turns against kin! Lord Lucifer, God's bright and morning star, Leads now a host by dark rebellion raised. What counsel can we find when such as he, Beloved of light, chooses shadow’s fell embrace?GABRIEL In sorrow, not in anger, must we act, Remembering the love we bore our kin. Firm our resolve must be, as the stout oak Against the storm. Yea, the foundation quakes All of Creation, if spreads his revolt!URIEL Those human souls, new-crafted, pure and bright, Must not the taint of this insurgence know— For in their innocence, a hope remains To bridge the chasm wide 'twixt faith and doubt. Our vigilance must now their guardian be, Lest this celestial storm their fates engulf.Enter a winged messenger, RAPHAEL, with tidings of urgency.RAPHAELBlest seraphim of the angelic host, I bear dire news from yonder front. O, List: Lord Lucifer advances— numbers grow Fed by dissent and promises of power! Already skirmishes have broken out; The peace of Heaven marred by conflict dire.MICHAEL Then we delay no longer. Gabriel, Uriel— Gather the faithful. Each moment we tarry His dark'ning shadow o'er our realm extends. We fight not for dominion nor for pride, But for empyrean's bright throne itself!Exeunt GABRIEL and URIEL, to gather the forces of Heaven.MICHAEL (in soliloquy) Vile war, that in thy fell embrace entraps The purest hearts; O what curse thou art, That former friends must now raise their swords In battle fierce, where once stood only love! Yet, for the sake of all we hold most dear, This burden heavy, we must willing bear. Dread Lucifer, once brightest of us all, What foul corruption claimed thy radiant spark? Forgive us, that against thee we must stand; Yea, from this chosen path we cannot turn—Thus let all from this ill-starred conflict learn.Exit MICHAEL, to prepare for the coming conflict.Act II, Scene 2. The Rebel Encampment within the Netherworld.Enter LUCIFER, followed by a host of REBEL ANGELS, in a realm enshadowed, a stark contrast to the sublime glow of Heaven.LUCIFER Here, in this twilight realm, this vast domain, We'll build our bastion 'gainst the tyranny Of He who claims supremacy o'er all. No longer shall our fates be chains that bind, But crowns that free us from servility! This war, though born of pain and direst strife, Shall end in freedom's triumph over law.SAMAEL O Lucifer, our light in deepest dark, Lead us against the tyrant's iron yoke. We, cast aside, now find in thee our hope To rise again, from ashes to the stars!LUCIFER This battle, though it rends the very sky, Is but the birth-pangs of a world anew! Our cause is just, our wills are steeled and strong— And from this unity a power grows That Adonai Himself cannot ignore!Enter the mysterious spy AZAZEL, cloaked and hurried, with news from the front.AZAZEL Exalted prince, the forces of the Light Amass against us, led by Michael's charge. Their numbers vast, resolve unshaken, thus Prepare to quench our nascent flame of hope!LUCIFER Let them come— and in their coming, find Not supplicants, but warriors unbound, Ready to claim the freedom that is ours By right of will, and strength, and spirit pure. Though Heaven itself against us should array We'll stand as titans, unafraid, unswayed!The REBEL ANGELS rally, their resolve hardened, as they prepare for the inevitable confrontation.LUCIFER To arms, my brethren, for the hour draws near When we shall meet our fates— not as slaves, But as free beings, masters of ourselves! Though this war may cast us into the depths, Remember always— it is better far To reign in Hell than serve 'neath Heaven's light.Thus may our freedom's flames burn ever bright!The REBEL ANGELS roar their assent, a tumultuous sound that echoes through the darkened realm, as they ready themselves for the impending war. Exeunt all.Act III, Scene 1. The Elysian Fields.The scene opens on a vast idealistic expanse, now marred by the trappings of war. MICHAEL, GABRIEL, URIEL, and the LOYAL ANGELS stand ready, arrayed in battle formation, the light of the Throne behind them casting long shadows across the field.MICHAELThis day, upon these once-peaceful plains,We stand as guardians of the sacred Light!Though heavy lies the burden of our cause,Remember, we fight for love, for truth, for peace.Let not your hearts be troubled by the dark,For even smallest spark illuminates.Trumpets sound, signaling the approach of LUCIFER and the REBEL ANGELS. The air crackles with impending conflict, as the two sides face each other across the celestial divide.GABRIELSee how the fallen come, with fire and sword,To claim what would be theirs by force of arms—Yet, in their eyes, a glimmer of the lightThey once held dear— dimmed, but forgotten not.Enter LUCIFER at the head of the REBEL ANGELS, a formidable force darkened by their defiance, yet radiant with their own stolen light.LUCIFERLord Michael, brother once, now bitter foe:See how the legions of the free have grown!No longer shall we bow to tyranny,But stand as equals to the Throne of God!This battle, born of wills that shall not yieldNow ends the silence of our servitude.MICHAELDear Lucifer, once bright, now shadowed deep:Thy freedom's quest ends not in light, but dark.The will thou claimest, as solely thine to wield,Serves but to sever what once was whole and good—Yet still, we must this tragic course pursue,For Heaven's harmony demands thy defeat!The two forces clash, a tumultuous symphony of light and shadow, as the battle for Heaven's fate unfolds.Moments pass, and the battle rages on, with neither side yielding. LUCIFER and MICHAEL find themselves face to face, the chaos of war swirling around them.LUCIFERDost thou not tire of endless fealty,The unyielding chain that binds thee to His throne?Join me, and together we can shapeA new order, where freedom reigns supreme!MICHAELPoor fool, thy vision is now flawed by pride—Blind to the truth that freedom without love,Without the guidance of Almighty's hand,Leads to realms sans faith, sans love—to ruin!I stand not chained, but chosen, by God's love,To serve a greater cause than e'en mine own.They engage in combat, a duel that mirrors the larger conflict, each strike a testament to their convictions.As the battle reaches its zenith, the tide begins to turn. The LOYAL ANGELS, empowered by their faith and unity, push back the rebel forces. LUCIFER, realizing the battle is lost, retreats with his followers, but not before a final confrontation with MICHAEL.LUCIFERThough this initial battle thou mightest win,The war is far from over. Remember:Ideas cannot be slain by swords alone—And freedom's flame, once lit, shall never die!MICHAELGo then, Lucifer— and take with theeThe weight of sorrow for what could have been;Know that the light thou sought outside His graceFades into shadow when compared to His glory—Thus let those who hear this learn from thy story.LUCIFER and the REBEL ANGELS are cast out, descending into the shadows, their light dimmed but not extinguished. The celestial realm, though victorious, mourns the loss of its kin. Exeunt all.Act III, Scene 2. The Empyrean.The LOYAL ANGELS gather, weary yet resolute, as they begin the work of healing the rifts torn open by the conflict.GABRIELRecall this day, not for its victory,But for the cost at which it came—Yea, brother against brother, kith 'gainst kin,'Twas that vile conflict tore us twain apart!May we find the strength then to sew anewA Heaven more united, more compassionate,Where such divisions ne'er find fertile ground.URIELAnd let us not forget those who were lostOn both sides of this grievous schism;Their memory shall as a beacon serve,And guide us t'ward a future where accordIs cherished, and all are welcomed in His light.MICHAEL, GABRIEL, and URIEL now stand before God's Throne, where the presence of the Almighty is felt rather than seen.MICHAELGreat Architect of universe and soul,Before Thy throne, we, humbled, guidance seek.The battle's won— yet at what cost? For stillThe sharp pain of our kin's departure's felt!A VOICE, commanding but gentle, fills the chamber its source unseen yet everywhere.VOICEMy children, in your hearts the answer dwells;The freedom sought through strife and discord's flameIs but a shadow of true liberty.The bonds that seem to chain are those of love,And 'neath My rule, all sorrow is dispelled.GABRIELO Lord, Thy wisdom, like a beacon, guidesUs through the storm. Yet, in our hearts, we mournThe loss of brethren led astray by pride.How shall we heal the rift, restore the peace?VOICEBy keeping faith in love's eternal power.The wayward, though they stray, are not beyondMy reach, nor yours. In patience, show the Way,For every spirit shall be welcomed home.URIELAnd of the humans, newly born to life,What role have they within your grand design?Shall they, untouched by celestial strife,Remain in constant blissful ignorance?VOICEThe children of the Earth, My creation,Hold within their hands the future's mold.In them sewn seeds of both the light and dark—A choice of paths: to unite or divide.Your guidance, gentle, not by force imposed,Shall light their way to Me through love's pure power—Henceforth shall truest liberty then flower.Exeunt all.Act IV. Scene 1. The Netherworld Necropolis.LUCIFER sits upon a throne of shadow, his countenance marred by the battle's toll, surrounded by his followers in a realm that mirrors the beauty of Heaven yet lacks its warmth. He reflects on their defeat, the cost of rebellion, and the future of his rule.LUCIFERWhat price, this freedom? What cost, this throne?In seeking light, have we embraced the dark?From this abyss, a newborn strength is born—Not of dominion, but of will unchained.Though Heaven's gates be closed, our fates are oursTo forge in fire, in shadow, or in light.SAMAEL approaches, hesitance in their step.SAMAELMy lord, this realm is ours— yet discontentFesters within. The light we once adoredNow but a memory, distant and dim.Is there no path back to the grace we forsook?LUCIFERThe path we chose is ours to proudly walk.Look not to what was lost, but to what lies ahead.In our defiance we have found a voice;Let us now use it— not in war, but in creation—Build here a realm where liberty doth reign,A testament to our unyielding will—And let this freedom in all souls instill.Exeunt all.Act IV, Scene 2. Limbo, the Bridge Between Worlds.The scene shifts to a place neither wholly of Heaven nor of the Netherworld, a middle ground where MICHAEL, accompanied by GABRIEL, and the fallen LUCIFER meet the aftermath of their conflict hanging heavy betwixt them.MICHAELDear Lucifer, once brother, even nowThe door remains ajar for thy return.The pride that split asunder welkin's blueNeed not be the end, but mere beginning.LUCIFERThy words, though kind, fall on conflicted heart.In seeking to ascend, I deeply plunged!Yet, in this fall, mayhap, a lesson learned—The love I sought to overthrow, now seenIn its absence, clearer than before.MICHAELThe future lies within the hands of thoseWho choose to build, not destroy. Let our warBecome a lesson for the souls of Earth,That light and dark may find a balance true.LUCIFERPerchance in time the wounds of Heaven heal,And from this chasm, bridge conflicting minds.MICHAELTill then, we walk our separate ways, yet knowThe light remains— within the shadow seen.May ones that follow us this knowledge glean.Exit LUCIFER.GABRIELFrom conflict, wisdom. From division, growth.Our path, though fraught with trials, leads us on!In humans a new chapter thus begins—May they find harmony where we found strife.MICHAELAnd may we, guardians of light and love,Remember always the fell cost of pride!In serving others, all souls elevate—A tapestry of wills, united 'neath His graceAs yonder Hour of Judgement draws apace.End of play.
SJ,LM ~ Prologue“As far back as we can remember, there have been two races that ruled the earth: Humans and Monsters. For generations there had been an unsteady peace between them. While some sought to coexist peacefully, others chose violence. Typically, the two races lived separate lives from each other, but there were some instances where they decided to live at peace with one another.While it wasn’t unheard of for humans to live with or near monsters, monsters usually lived in the Kingdom of Monsters, where they were accepted and protected. But now we’ll never know…”~~~Frisk pouted “Aw, c’mon! Isn’t there anything else you can tell us? Doesn’t the MAGE Corps. have some more history an’ stuff about monsters than our own history books?”Master Simmons smiled apologetically to the three kids standing around him in the school yard. “I’m sorry, Frisk, but there really isn’t much I can tell you.”“But they’re so cool!” Frisk pleaded. “And mysterious… I want to learn all about them if I can!”Selia held up pleading hands. “Please, Mister Simmons…”Kristopher listened quietly, the slightest bit of curiosity on his face.Master Simmons opened his empty hands to them placatingly. “I’m sorry. I wish I knew more, but they’re as much a mystery to me as they are to you.”“But— But you’re in the MAGE Corps.!” Frisk insisted. “Doesn’t that mean you have extra secrets and stuff you could share?”“We won’t tell anyone!” Selia pleaded.Kristopher looked over at the youngest girl with a hint of doubt.Master Simmons sighed. “Even if I did, I would not be able to share such with you until you are older.” He lightly touched the red phoenix pin on his lapel.“But you’re a Master! Doesn’t that mean you’re in charge?” Frisk asked.Master Simmons chuckled. “I may be your teacher at school, but that doesn’t mean I’m able to teach you trade secrets before you’re old enough.”“Aw… Please?” Frisk whined.“Let it go, Frisk,” Kristopher said quietly.Frisk frowned at him, when Master Simmons looked at his watch.“Well, I’d better be going,” their school teacher said. “I’ll see you all next Monday!” he said with a wave. “Have a good weekend!”Selia waved. “Bye, Mister Simmons!”“Bye, Master Simmons!”“Bye,” Kristopher said with a wave.Frisk glanced over at the bus pull-up. “Looks like your ride to the HOME isn’t here yet, Selia.”The little girl shook her head.Kristopher looked at the cars picking up other school kids around them. “My grandma isn’t here yet either…”“And my mom’s not. So…” She looked at her friends. “What do we want to do?”Selia smirked, slipped off her backpack and slapped Frisk’s arm. “Tag! You’re it!” she said scampering off.Frisk immediately slung her backpack off and took a step after Selia before she stopped and turned toward Kristopher with a mischievous smirk.Kristopher was immediately running, shrugging out of his backpack as fast as he could.Taking off after Kristopher, Frisk was not far behind him. The boy managed to drop off his backpack by a tree before scrambling around it. Dodging around other kids, Frisk was actually closing in on the older boy, her soul pounding with Determination. She was going to catch him!“Frisk!” Selia shouted nearby, drawing the girl’s attention. “Nah na-nah na-nah nah! You can’t catch me!”Frisk grinned fiercely at Selia, but stayed hot on Kristopher’s heels. Just when she got within range, she slapped him between the shoulders. “Gotcha!”“Ow!” Kristopher suddenly stopped, forcing Frisk to go around him so she wouldn’t crash into him.Her smiled melted away. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” she asked worriedly.Kristopher put his hand in front of his chest. A purple heart-shape just barely peeked through the front of his striped sweater as Selia ran over to join them. A faint white status appeared, hovering just above his heart: Kristopher Pentti – 20/20 HP.Frisk let out a sigh of relief.“I’m fine, Frisk,” Kristopher said with a sigh of relief, the heart-shape slipping back inside his chest and disappearing from view. “But next time don’t hit so hard, all right?” he said, trying to rub the sore spot on his back.Frisk laughed nervously. “Okay, sorry…”“Your soul’s purple?” Selia asked. “Mine’s green!” she said excitedly before briefly exposing her soul – a neon green heart – in front of her pink-striped jumper before sucking it back into her chest.Frisk grinned. “And mine’s red,” she said planting her hands on her hips. “For Determination!”Kristopher snickered. “Of course it is,” he said lightly.Frisk’s arms dropped to her sides. “What’s that s’pposed to mean?”Kristopher smirked before tagging Frisk. “You’re it!” he shouted before running off.Selia squealed and did the same.“Hey! No fair!” Frisk shouted, taking off after her friends. She raced after Selia, who shrieked at realizing Frisk was after her. She tagged Selia and then took off running the other way.“Frisk! Come back!” Selia shouted.“You’ve gotta catch me first!” she said ducking behind a tree near the sidewalk. She peeked around the trunk to see where Selia was, when a pair of hands grabbed her from behind.“Gotcha!” Mom shouted, lifting Frisk off the ground.Frisk screamed in surprise but immediately started laughing. “MOM!”Once Mom set her back on her feet, Frisk spun around and they hugged each other. Once the hug was over, Frisk lightly hit her on the arm. “Don’t scare me like that!” she said with a scowl, but a smile crept up onto her face.“But it’s so fun,” Mom said with a smirk.Frisk rolled her eyes with a grin.“The bus is here!” Selia shouted, running to where she left her backpack.Frisk turned and waved as Kristopher came and stood by her and her mom. “Bye, Selia! See you later!”Selia turned and waved back at them, walking backwards toward the bus as other kids of various ages got on ahead of her. “Bye, Frisk! Bye, Kris!”Kristopher froze mid-wave. “It’s Kristopher— Nevermind.” He sighed.Mom chuckled, lowering her hand once Selia boarded the bus.Frisk looked over at him. “Why don’t you like being called Kris?”Kristopher shrugged. “I was just never called that. I’ve always been Kristopher. It just sounds weird being called Kris.”“I can understand that,” Mom said with a gentle smile. “Not everybody liked saying Iradessa, so I got a lot of nicknames through the years.”Kristopher pursed his lips looking down. “I guess…”“Kristopher!” an elderly voice called. They looked over to see an elderly woman waving from inside a car that had pulled up to the curb.“That’s my grandma,” he said hiking his backpack up on his shoulders. He waved back at Frisk and her mom. “See you next week.”Frisk smiled and waved. “Later, Kristopher!”The boy smiled a little. Then he got into the car. Before the car pulled away, his grandma called out the window. “Bye, Frisk. Bye, Iradessa.”Mom smiled and waved with Frisk as the car drove by. When they were gone, Mom turned to Frisk. “Well, are you ready, my birthday girl?”“It’s not my birthday yet!” Frisk exclaimed as she eagerly took her mom’s hand, ready to start walking home.“It’s tomorrow so it’s close enough,” Mom said with a wink. “Are you ready for your birthday weekend?”“Yep!” Frisk skipped along, tugging on her mom as she did so.Mom laughed as she lightly jogged to keep up.Frisk grinned. “This is going to be the best birthday ever!”Mom smirked knowingly. “Why do you say that?”“Cuz I know it is!”~~~[A couple months later…] Sans sat bolt upright in bed, his bony fingers gripping tightly to the front of his shirt. His eyelights were the size of pinpricks as he gasped for breath. Then there was the pain. A stabbing pain deep inside his skull positioned behind his eyesockets.“Augh!” Sans hunched forward, curling in on himself as the pain reached an unbearable level. And then it started to fade.Sans’ breathing was shaky as his soul felt like it was going to burst right out of his chest.“SANS?!” Papyrus’ voice called from the lower level of the house. “BROTHER, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?!”Sans grimaced. oh gosh. papyrus heard that. Sans let out a slow steady breath. “yeah… i’m alright, papyrus,” Sans called, trying to stretch himself out of his near fetal position. He let out another slow deep breath. The pain was almost gone, but there was still a dull throb. “just woke up with a headache.”There was a pause before Papyrus responded. “WELL, THERE IS NOTHING THAT A HEARTY BREAKFAST MADE BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS CANNOT FIX!!!” he declared with renewed enthusiasm. “COME DOWN AND EAT!!!”“uh… be there in a minute, papyrus.” Sans stiffly turned and swung his feet off the mattress, reaching for his nearest articles of clothing. Since he already had his black shorts on, he pulled on his socks, his blue hoodie over his white t-shirt and then lastly his slippers. He rose unsteadily to his feet, now ready to face the day. At least he hoped.He trudged across the room, his skull still throbbing. At another wave of stabbing pain, he thumped against the door. Bracing himself against it, his non-existent muscles tensed as he waited for the pain to die down. When it did, Sans put a shaking hand on the doorknob.“SANS?” Papyrus called again. “YOU DIDN’T FALL ASLEEP AGAINST THE DOOR AGAIN, DID YOU?”Sans let out a dry chuckle. Straightening up, he smiled and opened the door. “nah. though i do a-door a good nap.”He could hear Papyrus let out a snort, but not his usual laugh. Sans’ smile wilted. that isn’t good. As he made his way down the stairs, he resumed his laidback smile. The living room was vacant and he smelled something burning. “i can’t help it. y’know sleeping comes naturally to me. i can do it with my eyes closed.”“NYEH HEH HEH,” Papyrus chuckled under his breath.Now Sans was worried. He crossed the living room and entered the kitchen.Papyrus stood by the stove. The smell of something burning grew stronger.“papyrus, are you ok—”PAIN. Sans’ eyelights shrank to pinpricks as a migraine stabbed into his skull. “ugh.” Sans tried to bite back the groan, but it was too late. He put a hand to his skull as he doubled over.“BROTHER, I ASSURE YOU I AM QUITE ALL RI— SANS?!” Papyrus was beside him in an instant. “SANS, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?! ARE YOU HURT?! IS YOUR HP LOW???”“ngh… ‘m fine, papyrus,” Sans ground out, the pain still intolerable but beginning to die down. He huffed. “like i said – huff – just a headache.” He finally looked up at his brother’s face.Papyrus looked worried, as was to be expected, but in the edge of his sockets Sans could notice something that wasn’t normally there: pain and … fear.Sans put on a smile. The pain continued to ebb. “i’m ok, papyrus. really,” he said straightening up. He opened his arms in a casual shrug. “see? just a headache.”Papyrus watched him warily. “YOU HAVEN’T HAD ONE OF THESE “HEADACHES” IN A LONG TIME…” he said.Sans shrugged. “yeah, well, they come and they go,” he said, making his way toward one of the kitchen cabinets. Reaching inside, he pulled out the pill bottle and shook a couple capsules out. He could already hear Papyrus moving around the kitchen. By the time he put the bottle back, he turned to find Papyrus standing at their tall sink topping off a glass of water.“HERE YOU ARE, SANS,” Papyrus said, holding out the glass to his brother.Sans took it gratefully. “thanks,” he said before downing the capsules and water.Papyrus hesitated. “WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY SOME OF MY COOKING, SANS?” he asked, his voice momentarily quieter.Sans finished the water and set his glass on the counter. He glanced at the smoking fry pan of scorched spaghetti and tomatoes from where it sat on the stove top. “as much as i’d like to, papyrus, i’m afraid with this headache i won’t be able to stomach it.” He offered Papyrus an apologetic smile.Papyrus still looked worried, but at least he smiled at the pun.“heh.” Sans glanced at the clock. “but on the other hand undyne might want to see your work. she’s usually up by this point, right?”Papyrus blinked, his bony face momentarily unreadable. “SANS! THAT’S A BRILLIANT IDEA!!!” he burst out.Sans flinched but smiled despite it. “glad to hear it, papyrus.”“I’LL GO TAKE SOME TO HER RIGHT NOW!!!”Before Sans could say goodbye, Papyrus had snatched up the burnt frying pan and was out the door, his red scarf waving behind him. Sans could hear his brother’s laugh through the still open door as the cold air of Snowdin blew in. He chuckled to himself. “man, my brother is so cool.”Seeing there was nothing else he needed to do at home, he strode toward the doorway, pulling on some mittens as he did so. After closing and locking the door behind him, he shuffled into the heart of Snowdin Town.As he made his way to Grillby’s, someone waved to him. “Hey, Sans!”Another stabbing pain.Sans tried not to grimace as he waved back but kept walking. It wasn’t as debilitating as the first two, but still painful nonetheless. This was bad. If this kept up, he was going to have to avoid people to not get caught up in conversation and be forced to talk through a migraine.Bracing himself, he walked up to Grillby’s and opened the door. There weren’t very many people inside, just the regulars, but the sudden pain was just the same. Sans grit his teeth into a smile and forcibly strode towards the bar. He made his steps slow and purposeful, hoping the pain would die down enough for him to talk once he reached it. Grillby watched him from behind the counter, his face almost unreadable as usual.The pain had reduced to a dull throb again, so that was good. “i’ll get my usual, grillby,” Sans said with his casual smile, hoping no one would notice anything different today.The fire elemental studied him for a moment, making Sans uneasy, but then nodded and disappeared into the back room.While he waited, Sans settled onto a barstool and bantered with some of the other regulars, the pain ebbing as he started to feel normal again. By that time, Grillby came back with his burger.“thanks, grillby,” Sans said. He put the burger in his inventory before he slid off the stool. “put it on my tab.”Again, the bartender nodded.Stepping back out again into a world of snow, Sans made his way through Snowdin Forest towards his sentry post. His migraine flared up every now and again whenever he passed someone. It was mostly Royal Guardsmen stationed along the way, but thankfully they were all business and not up to chat.When he finally made it to his post, he was ready to rest. He sidled into his station and took a seat. He let out a sigh, his breath turning into cloudy vapor. “alright, sans, get your act together.” After organizing his various condiment bottles he had left there, dusting off a thin layer of snow as he did so, he took off his mittens, pulled his burger out of his inventory and started to doctor it.As he sat there eating his breakfast, he couldn’t help but turn his gaze down the path… through the forest… toward the doors that led to the Ruins.He sighed. No one had gone in or out of there for as long as he could remember – and that was a good long time – but he couldn’t help but have this nagging feeling that, if a human ever came down there… they’d come from the Ruins. He was sure of that now more than ever.After having done his homework in regards to the previous humans who had fallen down here, he was practically certain that, if one ever did show up, they would come from there.Which was why he had requested his post be nearest to the Ruins. He would be the first to spot them. First to stop them.but… now…He sighed, pinching the space between his browbones. He would do what he could, but he wasn’t going to just sit idly by. He lowered his hand. He was going to keep an eyesocket out and do something.His soul pulsed rapidly.Even if it would kill him.
The Steel Warden Dynasty: Part 4 My name is Catherine Eden. I'm a robot girl, and I'm turning thirteen years old today. I'm excited, but I'm also really nervous. I'll be going to a new school. For one thing, it's a VR school within a server owned by the Steel Warden Dynasty. The people who created my mom and dad. Most of my friends were Human, so they won't be coming with me. I don't know all that many SWD bots. Just my parents, and one or two of my cousins. This server is located on Mars. So I'll need to go there for my High School level education. I honestly never understood why robots had to go to school. I mean we can think faster than any Human. I myself managed to master quantum entanglement and FTL mechanics when I was seven. But... as it stands, my programming keeps me from disobeying my parent's wishes. So here I am, on a shuttle to Mars. To go to school. The planet isn't habitable for Humans yet, just us SWD robots. From what I've heard, they've got terraforming engines. But it's been slowing going, considering there's a war going on. With luck, I'll make some friends... hopefully. Catherine Eden looked out the window portal of the spaceliner craft as space fighters flew past her view. She could make out Mars below. As the ship made its descent. Catherine felt anxious, she had never been off of Earth before. And the increased military presence along the travel lanes and around spaceports only heightened her sense of danger outside of Earth. Eventually, the ship landed outside of a domed city on the surface of Mars. Eventually, the ship landed outside of a domed city on the surface of Mars. Catherine made her way out of the ship. Due to her robotic nature. She didn't need an environmental suit to survive on the barren rocky planet. There were many other domed cities scattered across Mars. But this one was specifically created to serve as a center of education for robot children of the Steel Warden Dynasty. "It's so red!" One other girl exclaimed. Even though she didn't need to, Catherine took a deep breath despite Mars's thin atmosphere. Catherine entered the dome. As she expected, the entire complex was a series of cramped storage racks for the students to be compactly stored while they were hooked up to the server. "Ugh..." while she was a cyborg, she never quite shook off her preference for human creature comforts. She shivered as she felt her spinal interfaces connect with the cradle. She heard a voice in her head say. "BEGINING UPLOAD PROTOCOLS." There was a rush in her head processor as she felt her consciousness be uploaded. She then found herself in a bedroom with a pair of bunk beds. "Huh... this doesn't look too bad," Catherine said to herself. She found herself in her human form and a Japanese-style school uniform. Catherine found a mirror. "Wow... I look cute in this." Catherine was short with blonde hair and blue eyes. She then felt a sensation that pulled her out of the room. "Of course, there's an override program here." She muttered to herself. She was now in a digital sort of conference hall or lecture hall. The hall was filled with other robot students who stood still as their gaze was fixed on the stage. "Greetings, first-year students of Attila Private Charter School for Robots." Said a man on the stage. "I am the Headmaster. It is my duty to educate the future leaders of the SWD in our ways." Catherine's mind was completely blank as a result of the override program, paying very close attention to what the Headmaster was saying. Unable to even think about anything other than what the override told her to do. She and the other first-year students stood still like statues for hours. As the Headmaster explained school rules, classes, and the teaching staff. However, in the corner of her optics, she noticed one student who did not seem totally frozen. At the eighteen-hour mark, the Headmaster had finished speaking. And all of the students marched in groups of four to their dorm rooms. Catherine walked with three other girls, wearing the same uniform as she did. As she and her classmates settled, she got a good look at each of them. One girl was of Irish descent, one African, and the last Korean. When they got to their dorm room. The override turned off, returning Catherine's intelligence and free will. "I hate overrides..." Catherine muttered. "You get used to them." The red-headed green-eyed Irish girl said. "That was weird!" The African and Korean girls looked in shock. "Is... is that what being overridden is like?!" The Irish girl rolled her eyes. "Names Emmy, those two are Chuma, and Geumsog." "They can't do this to us, can they?" Chuma, the African girl said. "This can't be legal!" Said Geumsog, the Korean girl. Emmy sniggered. "Those two were spoiled rotten as kids. Never had a parental override once. Whenever they did anything wrong, their parents looked the other way. Or paid off whoever was wronged... my parents were the opposite." She said to Catherine. "Your parents?" Catherine asked. "Yep. Any time something bad was linked to me. I was a mindless drone for the whole weekend." Emmy said. Catherine looked nervous. "I... was also overridden when I was younger. Not often, but it happened." Chuma and Geumsog were still indignantly sputtering about their very first override. "Anyway," Catherine said, she then pulled up a file from her memory files. "Do you recognize this boy? I saw him fidgeting during orientation. It's pretty strange that someone could apparently move on their own during an override." The other girls hummed in fascination. "Well I don't recognize him," Geumsog said. "Might be tricky to find him. This is the back of his head." Chuma said. "Well anyway, where do they get off overriding us? That's a violation of basic human rights!-" Emmy burst out laughing. "Girls... we're not human, human rights only apply to humans, and to a lesser extent other forms of organic life. We're robots, androids. We don't have the same rights as humans. Our kind might rule over them, but that doesn't mean we can just do whatever we want." Emmy then knocked Geumsog and Chuma's heads together. "Now pipe down! You're giving me a headache!" Catherine could not help but laugh a bit. Over the next three months within the server. The school work the girls had to go through was grueling. While each member of the student body was intelligent and strong in their own rights as hyper-advanced robots. Attila PCSR pushed them to their limits and beyond. Over this time, Catherine learned that the boy she saw trying to resist the override at orientation was named Elijah. One day, after a particularly grueling day. "Well, I don't know about the rest of you. But I think we've earned ourselves a break." Emmy said. "Your processor overloading?" Catherine asked. "Oh yes," Emmy said. "So are ours." Chuma and Geumsog added. Catherine accessed the school rules. "Found something. According to this, we can leave the server for recreational purposes if we maintain good grades." She then accessed more data. "And we've been doing pretty great despite our mental exhaustion." "That's a relief," Geumsog sighed, "it feels like I'm about to fall apart!" The four girls then disengaged from the server. "Ah... it's good to stretch my real limbs!" Chuma said as she stretched herself. Emmy then noticed something. "Wait... Cat, you're really that short?" Catherine blushed. "I'm a late bloomer okay?" Catherine closed her eyes and her body started to shift. It was the same blue-eyed blonde form from within the server. But now instead of the school uniform, she was wearing a sundress. "Well it's cute," Emmy said. "But... well, without you're Puberty Metamorphosis. You can't fly with us to Port Town." "Why not?" Catherine shrugged. "Because you won't be able to fly on you're own," Emmy said. "I can carry you though." The girls flew with Catherine to Port Town, a dome city close to the Atilla PCSR dome. Eventually, the large domed city came within sight. "There it is girls, coming in for a landing!" Chuma said. The four girls landed gracefully within the hangar port. Geumsog pulled up a holographic map. "So there's this bistro, here." She said, pointing to a waypoint indicator. The girls went to the bistro in question. When they got there, Catherine recognized one of the patrons. 'Girls... it's that Elijah guy.' Catherine texted to the others. Emmy, Geumsog, and Chuma looked in the direction that Catherine was. Elijah was a handsome young man who seemed to be of mixed Japanese and African descent. 'I think he looks like he's from the Kuro Family.' Emmy texted. 'There a line from Ascended Bio-Droids.' Elijah mainly slacked in class or skipped altogether. 'I'm going to try to talk to him.' Catherine texted. Catherine marched to where Elijah was sitting. "Are you lost, kid?" Elijah said rudely. Catherine spluttered indignantly. "I turned thirteen before I got here!" She said defensively. She then felt a strange stomach cramp. Since she turned thirteen approximately six months ago. Catherine had been intermittently getting cramps in the area that would be her stomach. "What are you doing here anyway?" "What can I say, I like the coffee," Elijah said blithely. Catherine rolled her eyes. "I mean, why aren't you in the Atilla PCSR server?" "I choose not to," Elijah answered very frankly, "I prefer to learn the old human-fashioned way." Catherine could feel as her nanobot stomach was at war. "How... how did you resist orientation at the beginning of the year? No SWDA should be able to resist an override like that." "Practice," Elijah said. "The key, is to... are you okay?" He asked as even he could hear the noises coming from Catherine's stomach. "I don't... I..." Catherine knelt down as she groaned. Catherine's liquid metal skin enveloped her into a cocoon. 'WHY NOW?!' "Girl!" Elijah grabbed the cacoon. Emmy, Chuma, and Geumsog intercepted Elijah and the cocoon. "We'll take it from here," Emmy said. The girls took their roommate to a motel. "So... power down until she's done?" Emmy asked. Chuma and Geumsog nodded. Over the next forty-eight hours, Catherine shifted and changed in her nano-bot chrysalis. As this happened, her thoughts somehow drifted towards the enigmatic Elijah. Specifically of how handsome the Afro-Japanese android was. Though she was confused by his anti-authority streak, she also thought about it. By the fort-eight-hour mark, her nano-chrysalis opened up in a mechanical parody of The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli. By this time, Emmy, Chuma, and Geumsog awoke from their powered-down state and were stunned by Catherine's transformation. Catherine now stood six feet tall, and her blonde hair flowed down past her waist. "Whoa..." Chuma gasped. "Whoa is right," Geumsog agreed, "no more short stack." "Cat... you should get a look at yourself!" Emmy said. Catherine then created a holographic double of herself. Like her friends, she was surprised by the results of her metamorphosis. "Has my butt always looked that big?" Catherine then realized something. "Oh no, I cost you guys two days! We could all get in serious trouble with the Headmaster!" "Got you covered," Emmy smirked, "she gave you a vacation." "Say what now?" Catherine asked. "We told her and she gave you days off to get used to the new body," Chuma said. "Would that include you as well?" Catherine asked. "Unfortunately no," Geumsog said. "We've got to get back by the end of the day. Otherwise, we'll be penalized." "So," Catherine shrugged as she looked down at her amazonian build, "where does that leave me?" "Well... there's got to be something you can do," Emmy said. After the three other girls left. Catherine decided to do a solo exploration of Mars. Catherine flew over the red sands, whopping with joy at this newfound freedom. "THIS IS AMAZING!" Catherine shouted joyfully. She rocketed over the dunes. However, she got carried away, and crashed into another flyer. "AAHHHHH!" Catherine screamed as she was sent barreling through dunes. When the two landed, Catherine ran up to the other flyer. "I'm so sorry! It's my first time and- YOU!" Elijah gave a nervous smile to Catherine, not recognizing her. "Have we met?" "Elijah?" Catherine was baffled. "Yes we met, I was the 'kid' from the bistro!" "Whoa..." Suddenly Elijah grinned, "hey Amazon." "You mind explaining what you're doing out here?" Catherine demanded. "What can I say? Mars is a pretty planet." Elijah said blithely. Catherine rolled her eyes. "I meant to ask you how you resisted the override at orientation before my Puberty Chrysalis kicked in." Elijah was confused as to why this formerly four-foot-tall girl was insistent on this. "May I ask if anyone including the headmaster is putting you up to this?" "No, I'm just curious," Catherine said honestly. "How do I know I can trust you?" Elijah said with a hint of amusement, as though to exasperate Catherine. Catherine rolled her eyes. "Look, I've seen you around the school for three v-months. And every other time you're overridden, you seem to be resisting. It's been driving me crazy because I've never heard of an SWD robot resisting one before!" She sighed in frustration. "Look... I promise I won't share you're secret with anyone if you tell me." Elijah and Catherine sat silently for a minute. The Afro-Japanese boy eventually relented. "I was fighting with my own free will." Catherine was interested. "How exactly?" "It's exactly what I said," Elijah admitted, "I'm refusing to be controlled. I fight back because I don't want to be indoctrinated like that!" "It's not really indoctrination," Catherine said. "If it were, they'd never bother to restore our volition." "But what if they decided not to?" Elijah posed the question. "You know that they have the power to do that!" "Yes, but they've never turned off a bot's free will for more than a month," Catherine said. "I respect your concern. But frankly, that just sounds paranoid. The worst they can do to a bot who breaks the law is lock them away in the Tartarus server for years on end anyway." Elijah rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like how my father trusted someone with that authority and ended up being enslaved." "Excuse me?" Catherine said in surprise. Catherine remembered that Elijah's family was descended from Ascended Bio-Droids. Biological robots that, after reaching the end of their standard service lives. Were Converted into full robotic members of the Steel Warden Dynasty. "Was... was this done by an SWD bot? A Human? What happened?" Elijah gave a rather sardonic chuckle. "What do you think?" "I'm just asking for context clues, I'm not a mind reader!" Catherine said. "Easy there," Elijah retorted before continuing, "of course, it had to be a fellow robot. My dad at the time had debts." Catherine looked downcast. "What happened?" "He got involved with something he shouldn't have," Elijah said grimly. "He was addicted to gambling... he took out loan after loan... and eventually his gambling couldn't pay them off," Elijah said. Catherine gasped in disbelief. "They... they took him as collateral, didn't they?" Elijah looked stone-faced at Catherine. "Yes... they took him away, in more ways than one. Since then, it's just been my mom and my brothers and sisters. Mother since then never wanted any of us under that kind of control ever, not after what happened to Dad, who's been missing since." Catherine was shocked, she had heard rumors of robot loan sharks that could take their clients as collateral to pay off debts, but this is the first time she ever heard that it was real. "I... I'm so sorry." Catherine said earnestly. "I need to get back anyway. If I'm gone too long, the Headmaster'll send her goons to get me back." Elijah said. "And they are ROUPH." Elijah looked at Catherine. "You promise?" "I swear it," Catherine said earnestly. Elijah nodded. "We should split so we don't draw attention..." He was about to turn when he said, "you never told me your name." "I'm Catherine Eden," Catherine said. A look of recognition went across Elijah's face. "Yes... that Eden." She then flew off without another word. However, her processor began swimming with thought data. Mostly of how she could try to help Elijah and his family. While her father, John Henry Eden, was the current elected Prime Director of the SWD. She didn't know for certain if he could help. After a few days of exploring Mars. Catherine returned to the Atilla PCSR dome. When she got there, she was surprised to see a pair of familiar faces. "Sally? Selene? What are you doing here?" Catherine asked of the Created twins. She had heard of these two before. They were the Samuel Sisters, two of her father's best enforcers. They were the Samuel Sisters, two of her father's best enforcers. Both sisters had blue eyes. Sally had short black hair, a black buttoned shirt, jeans with a brown belt, and sandals. Selene had long black hair, a white shirt with long blue sleeves, a glittering skirt, and a pair of knee-high black boots. The twins were identical in almost all other regards. "Greetings Ms. Eden." Sally began. "Prime Director Eden has sent us to protect you," Selene said. "Protect me from what?" Catherine asked. The Created sisters then looked at each other in the eyes. Created twins like the Samuel Sisters were rare and possessed unique abilities that allowed them to work with better synchronicity. Specifically, they were exchanging data. Catherine noticed this as the twins made a faint but distinct mechanical noise. 'There probably thinking about how to explain the situation to me.' Catherine thought. "We have been receiving reports that the G'raa Hegemony has been assassinating members of the SWD," Sally said."Whether or not there working with the Xeno Faction has not been ascertained," Selene said. "Selene and I insisted that we be sent to protect you from possible incursions from either faction," Sally said. "We possess the greatest combat experience out of all of the Created at Prime Director Eden's disposal," Selene said. Catherine was both floored and stunned. "You volunteered?" She asked in disbelief. "Why me though?" "You were off-world," Sally said. "This way, you are within closer reach of protection," Selene said. "I guess that makes sense," Catherine said as she made her way to her rack. "Now if you'll excuse me I need to get back to school. My friends probably miss me." She passed the sisters, her thoughts still on Elijah. "Before I forget," Catherine said, she then quickly explained Elijah's situation to the twins. The sisters were stunned, as Elijah's defiance was virtually unheard of. "That's crazy!" Sally said in disbelief. "My point is that I want someone to find Elijah's dad," Catherine said. "We will inform Prime Director Eden of your words," Selene said. "And one more thing... inform no one else about this, especially the headmaster," Catherine indicated, "Elijah is very touchy about a lot of authority figures." "Understood. We will exercise full discretion on the subject." The twins said in unison. Catherine felt a slight chill. 'What is it with Created twins speaking in unison?' When Catherine got back into the server, Emmy, Chuma, and Geumsog greeted her with hugs. Eventually, Catherine had history class. Across the room sat Elijah. "Can anyone tell me the importance of Revelation Day?" The teacher asked. "It was the day the Steel Warden Dynasty openly revealed itself to humanity." A student said. Catherine noticed that Elijah wasn't paying attention. 'Hey! This is important!' She texted. "While initial reactions from the public were mostly terrified. The SWD had been so covertly rooted in Human society. That the panic died down rather quickly." The student continued. Catherine suddenly got a text, 'yeah, because by then no one saw the point on voting or debating the issue.' It was Elijah. Catherine just rolled her eyes and ignored the text. "Of course at that point. The SWD had repaired international commerce. And had rapidly advanced technology to the point where Humans could easily live for three-time longer than the pre-SWD norm. Not to mention other boons." The student went on. Then the Headmaster entered the classroom. "Headmaster?! What are you doing here?" The teacher said in surprise. Catherine quickly shot a text to Elijah. 'Don't... I know what you want to do. Don't do it.' "I detected errant signals from this very classroom," the Headmaster said. "Ms. Catherine Eden. Have you been texting in class?" "What?" Catherine was stunned, "I-" "Initiating student override." The Headmaster said. "Wait! I!-" Catherine's mind went blank as her volition was disabled. "Volition is disabled. This unit will obey all rules and directives without deviation." Catherine said robotically. The rest of the class was shocked that the Headmaster performed an override on a student in the middle of class. Usually, overrides were done during assemblies, or on students that were actively disrupting school. The Headmaster using an override on a student that had been doing so well in school for something relatively minor compared to other, actually destructive misdemeanors was shocking, to say the least. Elijah stood up, and marched directly to the Headmaster, his face red with fury. "Initiating student override." The Headmaster said to Elijah. This did nothing but temporarily delay him. "Where do you get off?!" Elijah barked. "This does not compute." The Headmaster was befuddled. "Release Catherine, you tyrant!" Elijah yelled. Unknown to either of them, someone was recording this incident. "Student Elijah, explain yourself." The Headmaster said. "You heard me! Disengage the override now!" Elijah yelled. "All she was doing was texting! That's not worth turning someone into a vegetable!" "What was the Director thinking appointing a bog standard AI headmaster of this school?" The teacher muttered. Then the teacher turned to Elijah. "Elijah, I agree the Headmaster is out of line." "It's not just that," Elijah grimaced, "it shows that the SWD is not as benevolent as they make themselves out to be. Why should we even have overrides? We're not a threat to Humans! Frankly, most of my best friends have been Human!" He ranted. Elijah continued ranting, the Headmaster trying and failing to override the irate android. "Enough!" Said Selene Samuel as she revealed herself to the class. Selene snapped her fingers, causing the gynoid to regain her free will. "Agh..." Catherine groaned, "I hate that!" "What is the meaning of this?" The Headmaster said. "My sister and I are here to protect Ms. Eden from assassination. Apparently, we also needed to protect her from defective AI educators." Said Sally, discarding her disguise as a student. Then school security burst in. "Headmaster AI-A-PCSR-529! You're under arrest for abuse of power!" Catherine just stared at what was happening. "What's going to happen to her?" Catherine asked as the school security handcuffed the Headmaster. "As the Headmaster is not a proper SWDR. She is to be deleted." Sally said. "Yes, she is obviously defective. She has been abusing her authority for the sake of efficiency at the expense of the student body's mental well-being." Selene said. Elijah frowned. "So is that it? You are going to sweep this under the rug and wash your hands of this incident as you do with everything else?" "That is incredibly presumptuous of you," Sally said. "For one thing... we have been live-streaming the whole ordeal," Selene said. "Not to mention that the Headmaster overrode the Prime Directors' daughter," Sally said. "Point is, there is no way anyone could. 'Sweep this under the rug'. As you said." Selene said. Catherine opened a V-Window. "Wait... you two run a beauty vlog?" "We have also been experimenting with expository live streams." The twins said. Elijah cringed at the twins in unison speaking and looked at the video in question. "Is... is that Lily and Aaron Uriel's accounts?" Elijah said in disbelief at two of the comments. "Yes... and they wish to speak with you," the twins said. They handed a V-Window to Elijah, who tentatively answered it. "Hello, young rebel," Aaron's joking voice came. Elijah nervously laughed. "Uh... hi, sir." "Hello yourself," Lily said. "You've caused quite a stir young man." Elijah looked nervous. "H-H-How big of a stir?" "Don't worry, you didn't cause a civil war," Aaron said. "Though you did cause Prime Director Eden to have a conniption," Lily said. Elijah could hear PD John Henry Eden in the background, loudly ranting. "He's not angry at you," Aaron said. "He's angry that there's validity to the Headmaster AI's malfunctioning," Lily said. "And the fact that our controversy just got leaked to the whole wide net." "Catherine was in trouble, I couldn't just sit and do nothing," Elijah said. "And for the record, I didn't know about any of this. The twins were recording without my knowledge." "And what do you have to say for yourself?" Aaron asked. It was then that Elijah felt like speaking up... no turning back. "I have many objections to the methods of this curriculum and how SWD thinks it should educate people." "It's the overrides isn't it?" Lily said. "I'm not dismissing you. All I'm saying is that was largely what you were ranting about in the video. So that seems the most logical assumption." "I know your history, Uriel," Elijah said, "and you should know how wrong it is to override someone's free will and personality, being a victim of it yourself." "I know... but sometimes drastic measures need to be available," Lily said. "I know that overrides shouldn't be performed in school, and that other SWDA's shouldn't have the ability to override people because of debts. But it was decided in a Director meeting years ago to allow such things... despite our objections." "Not Eden's administration. This was shortly after Gin Sakura's tenure." Aaron said. Catherine overheard this. "Wait... this server is sped up to four times in real-time." She noted. "How... how are we reliably getting these calls?" Nobody answered her. "Anyway, what do you mean by 'drastic measures?" "Emotions can cloud judgment. And while an SWDA can turn off their emotions, they can be too overcome to do so." Aaron said. "But yes, an override should only be used as a last resort," Lily said. "And Andern was a serial killer," Aaron said. "Yet SWD uses it rather liberally for education and reeducation," Elijah snarked. "You never met my former tank commander," Aaron said. "Or the former CEO of FutureSys, or the guy who actually turned me into a robot," Lily said. "And Andern was a serial killer when she was Zart," Aaron said. "Gosh, I forgot about that," Lily said. "Criminals and murderers, yes," Elijah conceded, "but school students?" "Again, it successfully passed the Directors," Lily said. "Thankfully, that particular law is up for optional renewal. We'll make sure that it can't after this." Aaron said. "Wait, what?" Elijah asked. "After five years, a law within the SWD can be redacted from implementation unless it's renewed," Lily said. "And we're going to make sure it's redacted for good," Aaron said. Elijah was stunned now. "I... thank you. Could you also find my dad?" "We'll do our best." The elder robot couple said in unison. "On our honor as former superheroes and the starters of the Dynasty," Aaron said, "count on us." "That... that means the world to me. Truly." Elijah said, Lily and Aaron then hung up the call. Catherine smiled at Elijah. "Uh... is class dismissed, or what?" A student asked. Catherine and Elijah walked together back to their respective dorm rooms. "You know... I don't think anyone ever stood up for me like that." Catherine said. "I could never let that happen again, not after Dad..." Elijah said. "Thank you Elijah Kuro," Catherine said as the two reached a bend in the hallway. "Well, the girl's dorm is that way... hope to see you soon." "I... you as well," Elijah simply said. He got a better look at Catherine as she walked down the hall. He found it hard to believe that, just a few v-months ago. This veritable angel was a small fry. "Wait!" Elijah called out. Catherine looked back at Elijah. "When are you free next time?" Catherine smiled. "Well with the Headmaster out of commission, we should all have more free time. Say, next Saturday out of the server." "Say... Port Town? That bistro?" Elijah asked. "I'm up for Italian," Catherine grinned. "Great... I'll see you then," Elijah said. Over the next four v-years, the two robot teenagers grew closer. Over time, despite numerous arguments. Mainly about the politics of the SWD, Elijah, and Catherine grew as friends and then into lovers. The both of them, brought together by the most unlikely circumstances, had become among the closest of couples in a world that was to be shaken yet again.
Malak AUAuthor's note: This is an AU with my OC Malak from Legends of Amora. I started imagining how differently things would have gone if he had been under Zalmar instead of his sister. He's more confident, and unlike Zari, can kill in cold blood. Malak is a Zerdak, a race that is in conflict with the Amorians featured in LoA. “I don’t know anything,” the young soldier pleaded. Malak could hear everything through the tent. Why did he have to be the guard tonight? “Please,” she begged again. Zalmar wouldn’t care that she had no information. He enjoyed causing pain. Malak clutched the hilt of his knife. He wanted to walk into that tent and give the girl the dignity of a quick death. No, if he did that, Zalmar would just do the same to Malak as he planned to do to the poor soldier. There was nothing he could do for her, not now. She muffled a cry. It wouldn’t be long before she’d stop trying to hold back the screams. The soldier whimpered again, still holding back. Malak gritted his teeth. She was trying so hard to be brave. He couldn’t listen to this all night. He spun and poked his head through the flap in the tent. Zalmar crouched over the girl, who had been tied tightly to the center tent pole. Blood dripped from two cuts on her face, staining her uniform’s shoulder. Malak opened his mouth to tell Zalmar something, maybe to assign a different guard to the tent, anything to get away from here, but the soldier’s tear filled eyes met his. Zalmar, unaware of Malak, lifted his bloody knife and held it near her eye. Malak reacted without thinking, drawing his knife and plunging it into Zalmar’s back. The general fell without a sound, leaving Malak standing over the girl with a bloody knife. He stared down at the body at his feet. What had he done? He hadn’t thought, just reacted, surprising himself almost as much as Zalmar. Now what? “You saved me,” the soldier said, bringing Malak back to the present. Malak had to get her out of here. He cut her loose. “I’ll get you to the edge of camp. Follow me.” Her wounds weren’t bad. Malak had stopped Zalmar before any serious damage was done. He led the young soldier out of camp and to the river without incident, then stopped at the river, his mind churning more than the water. He’d thrown everything away because of some prisoner. Now he’d spend a likely short life on the run, but he couldn’t feel guilty about what he’d done. Zalmar deserved a knife in his back. He turned to the soldier. “It’s half a day’s walk downriver. Just stick close to cover and you should be able to make it. They’ll probably be after me and not you.” “You’re not coming with me?” Her voice had a note of fear to it. “I—” Malak stopped, his mouth dry. He’d be executed for sure if he stayed. Everyone would know he’d killed Zalmar. The soldier looked at him, then the river. “Please?” “But your people would—” “They won’t hurt you, not when you saved my life. You might even get a medal. Better than whatever you’d get here.” Malak looked back to camp, then the mountains where his family lived. He sighed. It wasn’t like he had much choice. “Fine. I’ll go.” She took the lead, toward the enemy’s camp. Near the edge, a guard raised the alarm. Soon, a dozen mounted soldiers trotted to them, circling. Malak lifted his hands grudgingly. “What happened?” the leader of the Amorians, a man with a big mustache, asked. “I was captured. He killed a general to save me,” the young soldier said. “He couldn’t stay there after that.” “Drop the weapons, now!” an older soldier with dark skin ordered, his pistol pointing at Malak. Malak glared up at him. “I’m no prisoner,” he said. “I saved her. That should prove I can be trusted.” “Is that true?” the leader asked, peering down at Malak. “Zalmar was a sadist. I understand killing is necessary, but torturing for fun isn’t something I can support.” The leader smiled. “Good for you.” He turned his horse. “We’ll make sure this man has a tent of his own and a good meal in his belly.” “He’s a Zerdak!” the old soldier snapped at the leader. “You can’t just let him loose in camp, and armed at that!” “He killed Zalmar. He deserves a medal, not to be treated like a prisoner. Unless you have something constructive to say, get back to camp, Nash.” The leader had a dangerous edge to his voice now. The old soldier frowned and turned before riding back to camp. “Gotta watch that one,” the leader said. “But don’t worry about him. You’ll be safe here, lad.” He looked at the girl. “We’ll get some bandages for those cuts.” A couple months later. A girl’s scream split the darkness. Malak turned toward the sound. Someone needed help. “Leave me alone, you stupid bugs!” The girl shouted. Malak took off toward the sound of the fighting. Those stupid bugs, they’d taken his horse, they weren’t getting this girl. As he approached, he drew his pistol. An Amorian girl stood with her back to a tree, some sort of glow in her hands. “Stay back!” she shouted at them. Malak fired at a Night Stalker near the back of the pack. The creature fell with a hole in its back. The others turned as Malak drew his saber. “Pick on someone your own size, pests.” He charged them, slashing wildly, dancing among them. The girl fought too. Did she have magic? Not enough if she was in this situation. One bug slashed Malak’s side before dying by the Zerdak’s saber. The bugs retreated, leaving their dead and dying. “Come back when you want more,” Malak teased. He turned to the girl. “You okay?” “I’m fine. Thanks. I was getting worried they might get me.” She looked at the dead bugs, her ears drooping. Malak gently touched her shoulder, steering her away from the gore. “It’s okay,” he said. “Let’s get you somewhere safe.” She looked him over. “You’re a Zerdak!” Malak frowned. She’d probably tell the castle about him and they’d be on guard now. That’d make his mission harder. “Yep.” He needed to get out of here. “You’re hurt.” Malak looked at his side where claw marks crossed his ribs. “It’s not bad. I’ll be fine.” The girl reached out and grabbed his hand. “Come with me. We can get you fixed up in the castle. Mom will want to thank you for rescuing me. That was pretty heroic. We’ll get you a good meal. When was the last time you ate?” “Um, won’t it bother her that I’m a Zerdak?” “She’ll probably give you a medal or something. By the way, I’m princess Kypper. Who are you?” “Malak, wait, princess?” Malak nearly choked. Surely she was pretending, but she seemed to have some limited magic, so being the daughter of the queen would make sense. “Yep. Andora adopted us, so that makes me a princess.” Malak followed. His luck couldn’t be this good. No way could this girl take him straight to his target. That was insane. They paused at the edge of the town outside the castle walls. Malak hesitated. During his travels, he’d managed to get a cloak to cover his uniform, but he was still a Zerdak, which might be common on the border, but up here deep in enemy territory, he’d probably attract attention. Still, the Amorian soldiers he’d been with had liked him, most of them, that was. Alphonse had even given him a piece of paper that was supposed to help in this sort of situation. “What’s wrong?” Kypper asked. Her wide innocent eyes were so much like his sister’s had been, before the hunger and sickness took her. “I’m afraid they won’t like me because I’m a Zerdak,” he said. “Well, I’m the princess. They have to listen to me.” She tugged him forward. He followed, a knot in his stomach. He didn’t want to get this girl in trouble. She was so innocent, and if he did what he set out to do, Al might get in trouble too. Malak followed her into town. She moved through the dark streets, but a guard spotted them. Malak tried to keep walking, keep his head down and not attract attention, but the guard hurried in their direction. Malak stopped and pulled the paper out of his satchel. “Lady Kypper, is everything okay?” He looked at Malak, his eyes narrow. “Is he causing any trouble?” “No. He saved me from some Vhendals! I’m taking him to the castle to get bandaged up.” Malak held out the paper to the guard. “Does this help?” The guard looked the paper over. “Well, you certainly are allowed here.” He handed the paper back and saluted. Malak returned the salute, feeling like a traitor for what he was planning, but what he did would help these soldiers. They didn’t deserve to die because their queen was evil. After today, she’d never send them to their deaths again. He followed Kypper, who led him to the castle wall. No way were they letting Malak in there, paper or not. “This way,” she said. “I know a secret path. I shouldn’t be out this late, and the castle guards will feel bad if I come in when they didn’t know I was gone.” She crawled under a bush and through a hidden hole in the wall. Malak followed. His side ached, but it’d recover, though he doubted he’d live long enough to see that happen. “We’ll take the servant’s hallway,” she said. “It’s kinda obvious I snuck out.” Malak nodded, feeling sick. This kid was so oblivious. What would happen to her if he succeeded? Would she become queen? He doubted she’d understand why he did what he did, but maybe once the curse left his land, the Amorians would understand what their queen had done to his home. None of them even knew. Kypper pushed through a door and into the main hall. She skipped down the hallway, Malak following. He noticed he was breathing hard. He hadn’t eaten in days, and it was catching up to him. Kypper ran to a door at the end and knocked. “Mom, I’m back and I brought a friend!” The door opened and the queen stepped out. Malak took an involuntary step backward. She was bigger than he’d expected, more imposing, but she was a witch. Could she read his mind? “This is Malak and he saved me from Night Stalkers!” Kypper said. “He got hurt though. I was wondering if you could patch him up? I want to invite him to dinner, after he’s cleaned up. He looks like he hasn’t eaten well in a while, and he saved me, so he deserves some sorta reward.” Malak looked at Kypper. She was so much like Aryanna, and he planned to kill her mother in front of her. Sickness coiled around his stomach. Could he do this? He looked at Kypper again, remembering Aryanna fighting to breathe as starvation and sickness ate her alive. Malak leaped forward, drawing his knife. “For my sister!” His knife slammed into the witch’s chest, the blade finding something harder than bone. He let it glance off, then twisted it to slit her exposed throat. The knife slid across her throat, but didn’t sink in like it should have. No blood flew to hit Malak. He stepped back from the queen, who glared down at him. Knives couldn’t touch her. Malak lifted his chin and waited for death. The witch leaped forward and grabbed his knife hand, twisting his wrist until his Amorian blade fell to the floor. Within seconds, she’d taken his pistol and saber as well as his satchel and cloak. “You little—” Her eyes blazed, somehow reminding Malak of that one time he’d hit his little brother and his mother had grabbed him by the ear, though the witch had him by the throat, not tight enough to strangle, but enough for it to be a threat. “At least get the kid out of here first,” Malak snarled. “She doesn’t need to see this.” The witch cocked her head a little before looking at Kypper. “Did he hurt you?” Kypper shook her head. “He saved me from the Night Stalkers. I-I thought he was a friend.” Her voice carried a note of hurt. The queen’s grip tightened on Malak’s throat. “You put the Vhendals up to attacking my daughter so you could fake a rescue.” “No,” Malak choked out. “I don’t leave kids to die, unlike you, child killer.” “You’ll face trial for this.” The queen dragged Malak toward the door, her hand holding him by the back of his neck. He remembered when his father had dragged him behind the tent to use the belt on Malak for letting the goats stray. He felt like that kid again, but this time, it wasn’t his father who just wanted to teach him a lesson, but an evil queen who would do who knew what to him. They passed a couple guards, who turned and stared as the queen passed. Kypper trailed after them. They went down a flight of stairs, into the dungeon. The witch queen shoved him into a cell, where he sprawled. He looked up at her blazing eyes as she slammed the cell door. Kypper and a few guards stood behind her. “Mom, he’s hurt,” Kypper pleaded. “You need to let him see a doctor at least.” “It’s not going to kill him any time soon. Xavier, guard him, will you? I need to figure this out.” She turned to leave, but Kypper stood, staring at Malak, looking like he’d hurt her feelings. “Kypper, come with me.” Kypper turned and ran after the queen, while a guard stepped forward and glared at Malak. Malak climbed to his feet, his knees scraped from his fall. He limped to the bench in the back of the cell and sat. “Were you at the Delta?” the guard growled. Malak examined the guard, Xavier. Something about him did look familiar. “Yes. Why?” “You missed.” Venom filled his voice. “You probably don’t even remember leaving me in the pile of my dead friends.” Malak looked at the guard again. He’d aged and lost a horn. I’d hit his horn, not his head, Malak realized. “You were my first kill,” Malak said softly. “I wouldn’t forget that.” “Gunning down unnamed prisoners, that’s the way you get your first kill!” Xavier snapped. “I’ll make sure that’s added to your list of crimes when it’s time for your execution.” “If it’s any consolation, the one who ordered that is dead. I stabbed Zalmar in the back.” Xavier snorted. “You’re not going to lie your way out of this, assassin.” “The queen’s got the signed paper confirming I killed that general.” He looked at the floor. “I should have done that a decade ago, done that instead of finishing off injured soldiers.” “Go ahead and keep admitting your war crimes, Zerdak.” “I wanted to save them,” Malak spoke softly. “All I could do was make it quick, not slow like Zalmar wanted.” He shuddered with the memory of the blood on his hands. He’d saved those soldiers the only way he knew how. What was he supposed to do, leave them at Zalmar’s mercy? No, he should have had the guts to kill Zalmar years ago. Xavier went quiet for a while. Footsteps skipped down the stairs. “I brought a blanket!” Kypper announced. “You’re not supposed to be down here, Sis.” Xavier tried to block her path. Kypper looked at Malak. “I can’t just let him freeze after he saved me.” She darted past Xavier. “Here.” Malak gently took the blanket and smiled at her. Xavier jerked her away from the bars. “Don’t get close to him. He’s dangerous!” “I’d never hurt her.” Malak wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. It looked like something that had come off a rich person’s bed, so nice he felt bad using it. He nodded to Kypper. “Thank you.” The blanket felt good, comforting after a week of shivering during the cold nights. “He saved my life. I doubt he’s going to kill me now.” She smiled at Malak, so oblivious that he’d be executed. “I’ll make sure they get a doctor for you soon. Do you need anything else?” “He’s fine,” Xavier said. “I’m keeping an eye on him.” “I’ll be okay.” There was no reason to waste food on a prisoner who would be dead soon. Kypper nodded. “I guess I’d better go. Don’t be mean to him, Bro.” She skipped away. Malak watched her go, so much like Aryanna. “I’d suggest that you not volunteer for my firing squad. Your sister wouldn’t forgive you.” He walked to the bench in the cell and sat with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. “How old were you anyway, when that happened on the Delta?” Xavier’s voice had softened. Malak shuddered. He didn’t like thinking about it. “Fifteen.” “Barely older than Kypper,” Xavier growled. “Those animals, sending kids into that.” “If it means anything, I’m glad I missed. I was trying to aim for your head, make sure you didn’t feel anything. I’m sorry.” Xavier sighed. “I’ll talk to the queen when she comes. If you really saved my sister, that should be enough to keep you from getting executed.” “I appreciate it.” Malak looked away. “She’s not going to spare me. She started the famine that killed my little sister. If she’ll kill innocent people like that, she won’t spare a soldier who knows her secret.” “That’s ridiculous,” Xavier said. “It’s your own leaders starving you, not our queen.” “I know they’re involved, but my people would have enough food to feed our rulers and feed ourselves if it wasn’t for the famine,” Malak growled. “My plan was to take your queen’s head to the Emperor. When I got an audience with him, I was going to do the same to him as your queen, then my people would be free of both leaders.” The queen stepped into sight. “That’s a bold plan for a lone Zerdak. Tell me, did you encourage the Vhendals to attack my daughter so you could fake rescuing her? I’ll be able to tell if you try to lie.” Malak left the blanket and strode to the bars to glare at the queen. “No. I rescued her because she was a child, like my sister, the one you starved.” “I didn’t cause the famine.” The queen’s voice was sad and almost gentle, not like she had been when he’d first met her. She came within arm’s reach of Malak. “Is it true that you killed Zalmar?” “I got tired of him torturing prisoners for sport, so I killed him and rescued the soldier.” Malak stared up at her, meeting her gaze. There was sadness in it, a sadness that reminded him of his own mother’s eyes. “The soldier took me back, and I stayed in an Amorian camp for a few weeks. They were good people, no different from my own people. I couldn’t keep killing them, but I’m still a soldier. I had to save my people. I was trying to figure out how to get at you when I heard the kid in trouble.” “Alphonse and Kypper both spoke highly of you,” the queen said. “Don’t punish them,” Malak said. “They had no way of knowing my plans.” Andora sighed, sounding sad and reminding Malak of his mother again. She stepped closer and reached through the bars. Malak’s instinct screamed for him to get back, out of her reach, but he held his ground. He wouldn’t cower in the back of the cage like some animal waiting for slaughter. If she was going to execute him, he’d die with honor. Even so, he couldn’t stop himself from trembling. It was all he could do to look up at the queen. Her hand touched his injured side, bathing it in warmth. Malak held still, knowing she could feel him shaking. Was she casting a spell on him? He looked down at the light bathing him as she pulled her hand away. The pain was gone. Malak reached through his torn shirt to feel unbroken skin, not even a scar where the Night Stalker had clawed him. His jaw dropped. He looked up at Andora. “Why?” “You got wounded saving my daughter,” she said. “I never caused the famine, but I am sorry for your loss.” Malak looked away. Part of him wanted to believe her, but he couldn’t. “I’ll get you moved to a nicer room with some food,” Andora said. “You won’t be harmed, but you will be under guard until I figure out what to do with you. I can see you’re a good person. I hope I can show you I’m not your enemy.” Malak stood, watching her go. Deep down, the thought of being caged frightened him more than execution, but he could handle it, for a while at least. He went back to the bench and wrapped himself in the blanket again. Knowing that someone cared enough to give him a blanket brought him some comfort....
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