Seeds of Rebellion

Chapter 3: Seeds of Rebellion

Kuro watched as the ruins of the old stronghold shook with fear, the quake that The Vicis Dominion troops created vibrated violently through the ground. The Elder Spirit smiled before looking back behind him and nodding to his associates, who in turn nodded back at him. Kuro placed two fingers on the side of his temple and in seconds him and his followers were teleported to the stronghold's entrance. "Kerubin if you would kindly get the door?" Kuro patiently requested, standing aside to give his follower the space he needs. A man with an eyepatch walked up to the large gates of the building, smirking as he coked his fist backwards and propelling it forward into the metal door. The gates flung open to reveal Kuro and his party to the inside forces, former-humans and elves cladded in dark armour that barely exposed their faces. Kuro waved hello as he walked in, "Disgusting, you Elves are nothing but filth now. Return to your kingdoms and serve us again if you ever want to see the light of day." he ordered. The Elven soldiers instantly knew who Kuro was and immediately abandoned their post, leaving only the humans to entertain the guests. Kuro snapped his fingers and his party halted in their path, staying behind as Kuro continued to walk to a second set of large gates, which he planned leading to the throne room. "Don't cause too much trouble while I'm gone, okay?" Kuro asked as he approached the doors, the members of the party standing ready to fight behind him. Kuro had planned this out thoroughly and never once did his plans go wrong, his ego remaining high when he had opened the doors to the throne room and closed them back again. Something however caught his attention and threw him off guard, something went down his spine as he laid his eyes upon the one sitting up on the throne whom he did not expect. "My, my, you aren't Priscilla."