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Chapter 15. We The People

Princess Delamore’s Story:

Time was passing in Queenshire New London Cities, and the massive civilization as the people of The Common wealth were at their end of suffering to the hands of The Mega wealthy and their leaders. Protesters, and rally men gathered in the lower outer cities. Crowds had built, and people of the lower cities were beginning to riot at Queenshire Police Control Units. Molotov bombs flew out into the crowd, screaming and yelling, drove the song of this violence breaking out for the second biggest time since the civilization came into power. Large groups of people mobbed in the streets, chanting along with banter of the crowds, as others broke windows of store fronts out, and wrecked buildings, and burning down government  and control posts throughout. It was a revolution, or so they thought. “Princess Delamore, we beg you not to go out there, it’s too dangerous!” Argued her maiden as she chased the Princess through the corridors of the giant castle. “ No, these people are terrorizing the civilization, and threating the wellbeing of Queenshire, they must be held to justice!” She said, as she made her way to Sir Bruce, her advisor who was already fitting his battle armor on, with his Battalion of men, her men, with him suiting up as well. “ We are at you hand my lady!” He implied to her as The Royal Crest Knights all looked up to The Princess and bowed to her. The Princess suited up into her Royal Armor and grabbed her sword. Gaining lead down the hallway Sir Bruce and The Royal Crest Knights made their way to an Air Craft hanger outside the castle walls. “ Our mission isn’t simple, many people of the lower cities are angered by the inflation of costs the civilization has increased to assure revenues and profitable sales.” Began the Princess as She walked in front of the Battalion ready to die for her. “ We must show them we are in control of this civilization.”  “ Do not fall to their threats,  but utilize it as a chance to deliver justice!” She yelled over the sound of the AirCraft engine loudly building up. The Royal Fleet marched up the docking ramp and boarded the AirCraft. Delamore seated herself in the Commander chair, as Sir. Bruce and The men took seats. Blasting off to the lower cities of Queenshire, the GPS Dome guided their war vessel through the air ways and air traffic. Queenshire was huge. While guiding over roof tops of buildings and houses they could see from the windows of the AirCraft, people in panic and worry of the lower cities vengeful act of defiance.  The craft came to the wall of the lower cities, flying over it immediately getting pecked at by molotov bombs and small gun rounds. The lower cities were in utter chaos. People fighting and killing each other, while mobs took off after fleeing police units, overwhelmed by the complete destruction around them. Landing just outside a lowly active area, The Princess, and The Royal Crest Knights, all marched down the docking ramp and formed a few lines around and in front of The Princess, who was fully alert.

A bomb went off in the distance and screaming and crying followed the loud bang. They where in a square center running up through a terrain of human bodies, broken glass, and stone rubble that crumbled off a building collapsed before them. Coming out of the square the team ran down a main street that would meet a gate to the next lower city. It was there they encountered someone they least expected. “ Well, well if the little Princess and her friends came to play!” said a demonic voice belonging to Osiris a High Demon of The Underworld. “ Osiris, you are band from this civilization, what the Hell ate you doing here?!” Asked Sir Bruce standing directly in front of Princess Delamore ad if to guard her. As the violence continued, a stare down took hold as everyone clenched their sword and launched after Osiris. Instantly Osiris drew his weapons wielding two pitch black swords that leaked a poisonous gas from its curse point, and was wrapped in unholy thorns. Osiris was large, swollen body and stocky like, he became enraged and called out sigils from thin air, that cast magic’s at her legion. Fire poured out immediately scorching some Royal Knights that dodged out the way. The Princess rushed at Osiris swiping her blade at him with stealth and accurately being to get closer to his body, ready to chop him in half with her blade. Osiris laughed as he ducked her tactical assault. “ You have been training well, your fathers blood definitely runs through your veins.” Said Osiris as he then glitched into thin air and reappeared in the sky above her. Dropping down to strike her, Osiris bolted fast from the sky to the ground, as he landed his swords he met an inner lock of swords, as Sir. Bruce stepped into the action, and held up the two swords of Osiris, with the Princess pushing upward and away. Releasing from the strong clash, all swords came up at once, then coming back down hard as Osiris sent blow after blow at them. “ Why are you here Osiris, King Delamore laid specific instructions to kill you?!” Asked Sir. Bruce as he  slid forward  pushing the Princess aside to engage Osiris by himself.  “ I’m here on my own accord.” Said Osiris as he and Sir. Bruce danced in heavy battle of swords clanking against each other. They fought with effortless intentions to kill  each other. Osiris was bleeding from underneath his armor while Sir. Bruce seemed up pace and matching Osiris’ s strength.  “ Give up Demon, and return yourself back to the underworld.” Commanded Sir. Bruce while he opened his hand and stretched out a light curtain around Osiris.  A holy sigil drew itself over the curtain and a banishing spell began to preform over Osiris.  “ I banish you, in the name of Holy Aurorian Power, I cast you back demon!” Chanted Sir. Bruce while Power drew from him and engulfed Osiris who screamed and cried in pain. He pushed against the mighty force as to break the Holy spell. Chanting demonic curses and forcing dark sigils to open up against Sir. Bruce. He was within a shade of vanishing back to Hell when opened a black portal and came Lilith The Demoness of Hell. “ You will not harm my brother Osiris as I se your death insured.” Said Lilith, walking into the street naked, only a snake and leaves covered her, while she delicately stepped up to Sir. Bruce unaware of her arrival. Lilith un folded her claws of her hand and swiped up Sir. Bruce. Running her claws up and into his armor, she ripped into his back. Sheared apart, barbarically blood splatted everything around. Princess Delamore was in shock, for she had just witnessed her Royal Advisor, whom she’d known since a child, was now a mangled carcasses infront of her Royal Battalion.  “ Charge!” screamed the Princess as She lead her fleet directly toward Lilith and Osiris, weakened from Sir. Bruce’s sigil. The Princess stormed the battle floor hacking and slashing at Osiris and Lilith, who became enraged.  Striking her claws against The Princesses sword, Lilith took up pace, knowing she either needed to kill the princess or help Osiris who was loosing to the Royal Fleet around him. The Princess cast out of her hand a heavy Light of Holy Ember, as a Sigil of God appeared and like an instant change in wind Osiris and Lilth were forced to vanish to the underworld.  The city around still in chaos, seemed to slowly ease as minutes passed. The Princess huddled over Sir. Bruce no longer breathing and mangled from battle. She cried deeply in sorrow. “ Nooooo.” She screamed. Her men trying to pry her off of him only got pushed away, and tossed back as she wept. Soon another Royal AirCraft came dropping its docking ramp, off ran Annette her cousin, worried and sick as she could feel something horrible had happened . “Oh no, no Sir. Bruce!” She yelled. Running up to The Princess who clenched onto his corpse. “ Andeliena, my dear brave cousin, please let him go and come with me back to the castle,” whispered Annette softly as she held the Princess by her shoulders and coursed her away. Tears ran down the faces of them all. Returning back to the castle with heavy loss.  The city’s lower two cities where over ran by citizens, and chaos though, dimmed down was still at an edge to spike; and cause threat to the entire civilization of Queenshire. With the loss of Sir. Bruce The Princess was in need of assistance.  But who would come to her aid in such time of revolution, and uprise.