Fire raged across the land. Flames licked at houses, setting them ablaze with their hellish glow. People cried out, all of them fleeing from the seemingly-endless army of mobs that were descending upon them.
Children screamed as they were slashed, hitting the ground with a dull thump as their own blood pooled around them and soaked into their clothes.
Countless bodies littered the ground, their eyes dull and glazed over. Blood painted the towns a crimson red. A man in black clothing, brandishing a bloody diamond sword, white eyes ablaze with fury, marched towards the kingdom's castle.
High up in a tower of the castle, an infant girl with long, lavender hair wailed in her crib. Even she knew that something was wrong: the horrible smell of copper was proof enough for her. Unbeknownst to the infant, a figure climbed in through her open window. A figure in black.
The wails reached his ears almost immediately, and he knew exactly how to claim vengeance on the man who had murdered his queen. The man sheathed his sword, approaching the crying child cautiously. The sight of the man quieted the child's wailing. Her ruby eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Hello there, little one," the man cooed, removing his hood. He reached into the crib, picking her up gently. Her small, chubby fingers wrapped around one of his. He chuckled, smiling down at the innocent babe. "You!" The man grinned, his eyes glowing brighter.
"Well hello, old friend." The man turned to face the two in the doorway: the king and queen. "Put her down!" The queen shouted at him. He grinned at them. "I'm just settling the score." He produced a small, sharp dagger from his satchel, turning the child onto her stomach in his hand. With a cruel grin, he set the blade to her skin.
The infant princess screamed out, voicing the agonizing pain that she was in. The man continued to carve his mark into her soft, pale flesh, blood pouring down her back. The queen screeched, lunging for him. He twisted out of her path, and right beside the window. He grinned, holding the child close to the open window.
The queen's husband held her back as the glowing-eyed man finished his mark, gently setting the princess back into her pink crib.
"Know this, old friend: on this child's eighteenth birthday, I will return for her. If you refuse to give her up, I will burn your kingdom to the ground, slaughter you in front of your daughter, and take her by force." The black-clad man leapt from the window. The king gulped.
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The Mob Queen
FanfictionA child. More precisely, a princess. An infant only three months old, was to be wed to the Lord of Darkness to save her kingdom from destruction. On her eighteenth birthday, he would come for her. For his queen.
