#Queen Elysia

[roselyn-writing]

A/N: pic not mine! I found it on Pinterest. Anyway, Here is chapter 15 of When a rose turns black! Enjoy 💕.

“Anzir the dark one”

In the sky-piercing mountains of Alyisha. Sire Kilam was strolling, They are large and gorgeous mountains that change color depending on the weather and the people who walk on them. Sire Kilam was circling it. He needed to recharge his batteries by walking on his favorite objects, The mountains. The setting is stunning and breathtaking. He had the sensation that he was inhaling magic.

Alyisha Mountains are one of the most prominent places in Virginia. Its only rival is the Kythera mountains in Aryleia. The mountains of Alyshia hold a prestigious place for power and The aspects. It is a sacred place too.

There, the spirit of Twilight was born to give its powers to the Virginian hosts like Saliena and Kilam. The same thing can be said for the other aspects, such as the aspect of justice, the aspect of light and darkness, the aspect of magic, and finally, the aspect of time.

In a time of war and conflict, Alyisha Mountain gives its power to the Virginian people so they can fight and win the war. Despite being not a living thing it can do wonders for the world they live in.

Kilam, as the current aspect of Twilight promised himself to protect and keep Mount Alyisha safe from intruders and evil mages.

The sky of Mount Alyisha is adorned with a bright azure hue that dances between the clouds and the setting sun. It’s like magic woven into the sky, It's like the twilight breathing in the sky It is a view to mesmerize and love, Its iridescent colors give hope and solace to the wanderers in the night.

The sun has finally set for the day on the horizon. Giving contrast to the azure tint that Mount Alyisha emanates.

Sire Kilam was standing for a while to ponder the lovely view of the mountains. He shifted from one foot to another to balance himself. He quietly walked to reach a huge banyan tree. To sit in its shade for a while more. Upon walking to the tree, he noticed a shadowy figure looking at him. It was behind the tree that he was walking to. He stopped in his tracks, he knew what that thing was and he shouldn’t walk near it.

“Dark Watcher” Kilam muttered with a serious tone.

Just like the thing heard him say it. With its frightening hollow eyes, it emitted a disturbing smile. Then it vanished in a swirl of shadow, just like an illusion.

“That’s not good” He muttered to himself again.

He quickly teleported to inform Sire Aham of what he saw. For sure; he wasn’t the only one who witnessed the dark watchers running freely in Virginia. This is an ill omen, and they must end them all.

In the lair of the current dark one. A man sat on a throne in a dark room, With his hand on his chin. He wasn’t afraid of darkness at all, on the contrary; the darkness is his home. It doesn’t bother him at all.

He raised his head, allowing the moonlight to shine through the room and illuminate his face. His face is really pale. He has frightening, slate-colored eyes. His mid-length, jet-black hair flowed carelessly around his shoulders. He began humming joyfully and flashing a grin.

“Dark Watchers? Please,” He ridiculed, Looking over his right shoulder.

With lightning-quick reflexes, he summons a dark blast and hurls it at the corner on the right, exactly as if he had felt something invisible.

The creature was taken off guard and died immediately.

He mocked once more, "Maruiz, do better next time."

He scoffed at the prospect of enlisting Dark Watchers. He knew Aham and the other superiors would not let this go unnoticed. They will do everything in their power to eliminate these dark shadows.

Anzir, the current dark one, laughed again at the thought of dark watchers. Although they are good spies, they shouldn’t be roaming around for long, They are ill omens.

Anzir's thoughts wandered back to a time when he was a petty man frantically fighting to win the war against the giants, the Termova ghouls. He remembered fleeing the battlefield to gain the necessary powers to beat them. He'd heard about Amotrapa, the murderer of Lady Saliena. This was his opportunity to gain power.

He remembered stealing Amotrapa's dagger and using it against him. The dagger was his dark power and gift. It simply took one stab to transfer his victim's powers to him. He recalled that moment. The strength and power coursed through his veins and body. It was an unusual but lovely sensation.

Armed with the dark one’s powers, he returned to the battlefield to end the war and kill all the ghouls. He will always revel in this memory. The sweet taste of revenge.

The people were happy that they won the war against these cruel creatures. They thanked Anzir for his intervention, Yet, they don’t know what he did to earn such power. Like all dark ones, Anzir went to a dark place where he would stay for eternity.

Dark ones are blessed with incomprehensible powers and gifts yet all magic comes at a price. And that is darkening one's mind and soul. Until they can’t do anything good.

Anzir summoned his Kris dagger. It is the most valuable thing left for him. He let go of his mortal possessions. They aren't important to him as much as this dagger.

His white crystal ball suddenly revealed a picture of a girl. She is young and lovely, and a scarlet gown envelops her curvaceous figure. And a veil wrapped around her hair. She is a cheerful and carefree young lady.

“Hmm,” He hummed, His tone showed no emotion.

He finally realized it, the girl that the crystal orb showed is also related to darkness. She seems bubbly and bright girl but her darkness is yet to show, She only needs a little push, To let her darkness come into the light.

A nasty smirk crept across his face, and he narrowed his eyes at the image of the innocent girl. He gazed at her as if he had finally met a friend, someone he could rely on.

His voice reverberated throughout the place as he uttered, "Dark child." He exudes a sense of contentment.

He ran his finger across the cold metal of the dagger. The dagger bore his name engraved on it. Because this dagger is as old as time, he must handle it with caution.

He must find a way to let her become one of the dark ones, so they can finally snuff out the light and be the forces of darkness. Their final and eternal goal is to get rid of light magic and kill the light.

He sighted, He saw that the girl is happy and she is embracing the light. He felt a bit sad that he would destroy the thing she loves in order to turn her into a dark one, Her dark potential is sleeping inside of her. It only needs a little push from a dark one. And what better way to do it other than letting a dark mage do it, An evil mage?

A devilish idea bobbed in his mind, “I have an idea” He cynically smirked.

Two young adult demons were running through the woods. They appear to be enjoying themselves and having fun.

One is a young man with red hair, silver horns on top of his head, orange eyes, and massive bat/wings on his back. His name is Jaroud, The other demon is humanoid-looking with black marks on his face. His name is Vaūm.

“Stop, Jaroud!” The humanoid demon said, barely catching his breath.

“Haha, why are you so slow!” The red-haired teased.

The humanoid one bristled in annoyance, “Slow? You made me run from the castle through the wood!” One could tell he was very annoyed at his friend.

“So what? It’s not that long of a distance,” He teased again, with a big grin on his face.

“Yeah? Try running not flying,” the other shot back.

“Fair enough,” He agreed with his friend.

“Let’s just sit to catch our breath” Vaūm breathed.

“Agreed” the other agreed with him.

They sat on the cool green grass. They filled their lungs to the brim. After taking a big gulp of oxygen. They exhaled it. As they admire the beauty of the woods.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming in their direction. Immediately, both young demons teleported into the bushes nearby, popping their heads out of the bushes to see.

A group of men wearing brown mage robes passed through them. They are covered from head to toe. However, Vaūm spotted the crest of their robes. He recognized them immediately.

“Who are they?” Jaroud whispered in a low voice.

“The northern cult of Temorga,” Vaūm said, “They have a famous name: The cult of the Night”

Jaroud shook his head, "Never heard of it”

Vāum’s judgment became clouded by hatred and wrath. He notices his face's black markings turning crimson. He senses a burst of force from the surface and threatens to assault. Jaroud recognized this right away and put his hand on his shoulder to reassure him

“Friend, are you okay?” He worriedly asked.

The other one took a deep breath to steady his nerves, “I’m fine,”

“No, you’re not,” Jaroud muttered, “I know you have something against those guys,”

Jaroud noticed the shock on his friend’s face, He knew he was right. For the billionth time, Vaūm breathed again.

“Yes, I have some kind of vendetta against them,” Vāum admitted, “they… used my father to.. seduce a succubus,”

Jaroud felt his friend's sadness, and Jaroud felt the same for him, He wished he could help his friend.

“Do.. you want revenge?” He suddenly asked.

The question surprised Vāum; he was shocked, He never expected his friend to say something like this.

Jaroud took this as a ‘yes’ and continued to talk, “They are disgusting people!” He justified, “They deserve to die,”

“I want revenge, deeply, but..” Vaūm said

“But what?”

“I don’t know where to start,” Vaūm finally replied.

“Don’t worry about that, Let’s just follow these people,” Jaroud said with a smile, “First we know their whereabouts, then we strike!”

Vaūm liked this idea; first, they know their enemies' whereabouts then when they have a plan they will come again to attack. He is intrigued by this idea.

“Okay! Let’s go!”

in one of Morbidia Palace's lovely decorated rooms. The only child and heir of Queen Elysia is a princess by the name of Annalise. She has a moon-like face, long, silky hair that looks like an auburn cascade, and amethyst eyes. similar to the clearest and most gorgeous crystal amethyst.

A gentle knock on the door had startled the princess, but she composed herself and gently said “Come in,”

A young maiden with a bright face came, “Good morning Princess Annalise!”

The Princess smiled, “Good morning, Angela,”

Annalise, That was the princess's name, that’s the name of the woman who captured his heart. Unbeknownst to the princess and the maiden. Donovan was spying on them by the orb of his staff.

“Annalise.” He repeated, “What a beautiful name,”

For the first time in forever, he can feel his heart beating. In love and affection, he thought his heart was dead, unable to feel such things. But here it is, his heart is beating with love.

His hand shook terribly, he barely caught the staff before it fell on the floor, with uncertainty and confusion He cried, “What’s happening to me?”

Conflicted between his Human and his Antaris heritage, both fought for their causes, one fought for love and the other fought for conquest. He can feel himself torn apart by their differences.

Among the tumult within him, his mind drifts to the past, where 'love' deceived him. He remembered the female assassin's attempt to kill him. He would have died by then if it hadn't been for his Antaris abilities. He remembered her attempting to stab him in the back, but he transformed into a massive beast. It caused her to flee into the woods, but he grabbed her and ripped her apart before eating her for dinner

It’s because of that reason, that he doesn’t want love anymore, he doesn’t trust anyone. People or monsters, they are all bad and they are his enemies.

With anger coursing through his veins, he hurled his hand into the air and conjured green fires all around.

peacefully, Princess Annalise and her maid Angela were talking. Until one of the jars exploded, Both were startled and scared.

“Oh my god!” The maid cried, “H-how did this happen?”

The Princess looked at her in shock, “I have no idea!”

The maid quickly sprinted out of the room to bring a broom to clean the mess. “I will clean this right away!”

“Let me help you,” The Princess joined her.

The maid smiled at her, “But.. Princess you don’t have to!”

The Princess gave a heartfelt giggle, “That’s okay, I want to help!”

The maid smiled again, she knew she wouldn’t back down easily and she was persistent to help her.

“Okay then.”

Donovan knew his anger caused one of the jars to explode in the princess room. He gulped some air to calm himself. If he wants to spy on her. He must be careful and couldn’t let his anger get the best of him. He was thankful that both women were oblivious to him and his actions.

He knew if he continued to let his anger control him again, he would be spotted and the queen would know that he was spying on them and things would be worse for both of them.

“We will meet soon, Princess Annalise," He promised, his tone is tinged with joy and satisfaction.

[hive-sight]

Changes 2 and Domestication

Greetings Sentients. With the passing of a few Lums, the changes presented in Lumina have become more… pronounced. This one can hardly be in the research deck without encountering Lumina examining the social culture of Terrans of many different varieties. They truly appear to have taken to this role in ways that none of this crew could have predicted!

Raxor has taken to research of their own. They have begun studying the various fauna of Sol-3. One phenomenon Raxor has discovered is the concept of “domestication.” This is the process through which a wild creature interacts with a sentient race in such a way that, over generations, changes to the creatures DNA are shown to make interaction with the sentient easier.

One common change presented in most examples of domestication, is that the creature will become smaller. Raxor has taken an interest in the creature from Sol-3 known as a wolf. Quadrapedal, furred apex predators that exist in a pack structure. Perhaps the creature’s existing pack structure made for an easy victim of the domestication process, as the domestication of the wolf was the first recorded instance of this phenomenon.

Initially, wolves and early Terrans competed for food. This would become especially egregious during the harsher cold periods known as “winter.” The wolves would invade Terran settlements to search for the stores of food the Terrans had built up to sustain themselves. Sometimes these invasions would be successful. Sometimes the invading wolf or wolves would be killed. Sometimes the invaders would kill a Terran.

Records seem to be unreliable, but one theory is that a settlement discovered that, if they left some amount of game away from the stores, the wolves would take that and leave the rest of the settlement be. Over time, the settlement became the default feeding area of the wolves.

The next part is mostly speculation. Perhaps another predator had invaded the settlement. This predator had been found by the Terrans and a battle had ensued. The wolves, hearing the struggle and realizing that their new providers had been in danger, ran through the barriers into the settlement and, to the surprise of the Terrans, began fighting alongside them against this shared threat.

This one knows that may be a dramatized view of what happened, but the important part to realize is that some event happened which forced the two species to work alongside each other. Then calmer wolves, more willing to work with Terrans, were welcomed into the settlements permanently, while more aggressive wolves were sent back out into the wild. This selective breeding of the calmer individuals eventually begot evolutionary changes in the wolf to the point it could only be a new species. A species that Terrans have colloquially named “dogs.” Raxor found this entire idea to be utterly fascinating and is now hoping that the Terrans will allow them to have a dog of their own.

While this one had never heard of the process of domestication before, this could purely be due to other species having never considered this. Xylokthians, for example, keep and breed the Xylo-palm flies as they produce the staple crop of Xylopthia that is roughly akin to Terran honey. But never had this one considered that, prior to Xylokthian interference, that the palm flies could have been an entirely different species. Perhaps some event in the past meant that the ancient palm flies could not survive in the wild while the protected individuals could thrive. Or perhaps, regrettably, the ancient Xylokthians did not allow any temperamental individuals back into the wild as the Terrans did with the wolves.

The Terrans history is beginning to make this one believe that there is more to this one’s own history than they are familiar with. It is unsettling…

But, nevertheless, on this, TD 10th of June, 2030, XD 4682C 3A 30L, awaiting the next revelation, this is Elysia of Xylopthia, signing off.

[apolunee]

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[unwrittenemmy]

Day three hundred and one of posting every six queen

Elysia Cruz as Katherine Howard

[devilgem-archive]

ely & kia

[sersi]

I don’t even know what my life is anymore. I don’t. I mean, I’m... I mean, I was in my house, surrounded by my closest friends, and... You know, I thought that would help. ‘Cause we’ve been through everything together, everything. Christenings and birthdays, weddings. Even funerals. And I thought... “These people are my family.” You know? My family. And then I looked at these women in my kitchen, and... I don’t know. Suddenly, I realized, after all of this time, I... I have no fucking idea who they are. None.

Shantel VanSanten as Karen Baldwin FOR ALL MANKIND (2019 - ): Season One

[lawain-dimensional-heroes]

Did someone say pink hair?

[xsezzie]

My new theory about March 7 is that she is Elysia 😂

[but-im-unbreakable]

ANOTHER FILIPINO HOWARD I AM SO FERAL !!!!!!

[elysianpristinity]

She...

[pwurrz]

queen elizabeth might’ve died today but my queen died august 12 2022 and tbh? she was twice the queen elizabeth ever was 💅💅💅

[roselyn-writing]

Chapter 8 “A pact to sign”

In a dark castle, where the fog is thick and black, everything looks spooky and scary. There sat, Donovan.

As the fire in the fireplace is crackling. Donovan looks at the fireplace in pondering and safeness. He knows that the fire reminds him of his home and heritage. He isn’t scared of the fire, Nor, being cautious about it. If anything, he adores it and calls it home.

There, he looks at the fireplace for too long that it slightly hurts his eyes. But he didn't care, He kept thinking and thinking. He looks back at his life, from the moment of his birth specifically. He can’t know why he is hated. Nor, understand it, he just can’t figure out why he is hated and everyone fears him. As he takes a look at his life. From the moment of his birth. He remembered that he hatched from an Antaris huge egg. Then the rest is history. He remembered precisely the reason that made him what he is today. And that is Betrayal.

Unexpectedly a tear escapes his eye socket. He hates himself for being an emotional idiot. He remembered that he had fallen in love with his would-be assassin. And, she was a beautiful woman. Extremely beautiful. He remembered that he showed her his favorite place to be.

After a while of reminiscing old memories sweet and painful alike. Something or someone is planning something against him. The fire whispers to him of the queen of morbidia and her newest of schemes against him. The fire also tells him of a famous witch and mage hunter is coming to him. Donovan commanded the fire to show the witch hunter's face. And it obeyed him. The fire dances and dances until it calmed and shows Donovan the witch hunter’s face. Donovan, Grinned cruelly. He will enjoy killing and torturing another fool. But the fun is not beginning anytime soon. As the fire shows the assassin is coming in two days or so. Donovan will have to wait for the fun. He destroyed a lot of enemies and empires. He just destroyed morbidia recently. So killing a witch hunter is not a big deal for him.

He knew who sent the witch hunter. He doesn’t need to read his whole list of his enemies. It's very easy to guess and it's the Queen of Morbidia. He must teach her a lesson. One and final lesson that will silence her voice forever.

This time, Donovan will send this witch hunter’s head to the Queen. This a clear message to never cross Donovan again.

Donovan doesn't care anymore. He once cared for humans and their lives. In return, they wanted to snuff out his life. So, if anything, they must watch out for their lives. In the darkest aspect of Donovan, there is a quiet voice telling him Not all humans are alike. He shunned that voice cruelly and ignored it.

He doesn't care anymore. He once cared, but not anymore. The fool good Donovan is dead, now, all that remains is, Donovan the master of all evil.

He is reformed. Not by himself, but by what the humans did to him. They broke him and created a dark side of him. That wishes to eat all humans.

“They say evil is not born, they say right and it's so good” Donovan muttered.

But that's not all, as soon as he said that, the fire started to dance more furiously. Warning him of a great danger is moving towards him.

He will face them all. And he will defeat them all. He will put fear in their hearts. The fear of him.

In a distant land. A crumbling castle miraculously stood still. It's none other than a miracle that it still stands. But inside the building is something sickening and dark.

A scream of pain was heard accompanied by the sound of whipping. Something or someone is being whipped. That person is still screaming in pain and anguish. It didn't stop at all.

“So still resisting?” the tormentor taunted.

“I will resist until I die!” the man bellowed

“So be it” the tormentor sneers, the tormentor happens to be a beautiful young woman. With a whip full of blades. The person who is being tortured is an old man. But he resists bravely.

“So pathetic! Why resist in vain?” the woman voice rang. Her face is smiling like a lunatic person. But her face is still beautiful but scary. As she extended the whip with her left hand as she held the whipped base in her other hand.

The man did not respond to her, but he silently prays for a miracle, help. Anything related to that.

“Hehe, still praying? No one can save you” she said mockingly.

In the shadows, the woman's face is still hidden by it. But she decided to show herself to the old man. The old man knows her without seeing her face. Nonetheless, she decided to show her face to him.

Coming out of the shadows to the light. To face him and gaze upon his face. She sneered at him, she hated him, she loathed him. Her donkey-like ears moved hastily. She brays like a donkey. After all, she is one.

She started to bray again like a donkey, but this time she brays more hysterically. After that, she laughed maniacally.

The old man is scared, he started to pray faster in pace. He is scared, but he couldn't show It to the she-monster.

In moments, the woman vanished. She disappeared somewhere. The old man's prayers had been answered. The man hoped that she will never return ever again.

Raquol sat on his throne. Deeply unamused by what happening in Malrūn city. His city and homeland. He saw the human worshippers of Lucifer there. And it annoyed him so much. Soon they will worship him instead of that pretender Lucifer. He will soon resurrect Souma and let him rule instead. He hated Lucifer, for reasons he didn’t share.

But soon, the tables will turn and the roles will be swapped to his advantage. Ain’t, nothing in all the realms will stop him from achieving his goal. His only goal.

But, now he has only hope for things to go smoothly as he wants them. He must be patient now. Or everything will be spoiled.

“As an old wise man says, be patient!” he muttered to himself “ all things will be mine” he vowed to himself.

Hadi Aepel prepared his bags for a trip from his city Al Zeytune to Al-Durrah city for a work trip. Little Aliyaa desperately wanted to go. But he refused this. Stating that she is too young to go with them. So, Aliyaa grudgingly stayed with her mother, grandmother, her grandfather, and her uncle. While Hadi Aepel with Mister Peitz and two others of their friends travel to all-Durrah city. She watched desperately as they departed for the trip. As she sadly waves goodbye to them.

Hadi Aepel saw her little hands waving goodbye. He returned it with a wave of goodbye by him.

After they left with camels and carriages. Aliyaa left to sit with her grandmother. An old lady who loves to sew stuff and make delicious food.

Salwa Aepel, her grandmother saw her granddaughter Aliyaa sitting unhappily in a chair near her. So, she decided to cheer her up.

“My dear, sweet Aliyaa, your father had gone to his work. He will never take too long! He will just arrive in time. And, that is one week my dear!” she lovingly said.

“I know. Grandmother but, I already miss daddy.” Aliyaa whined to her grandmother.

“I know sweetheart, I already missed him too!” her grandmother responded to her

As the little girl she is, she stopped whining, instead, she kept whining for herself only. Never share it with anyone else.

As the times pass, and now it was already night, Aliyaa’s mother, along with her grandmother. They prepared dinner. Dinner includes rice, and meat and also salad.

They all gathered at the food table. Aliyaa’s mother and her grandmother. Started to distribute the plates and spoons on the table. Aliyaa’s uncle and his wife Nora sit nearby each other’s. However, there is a woman that Aliyaa didn’t recognise and she is Nouf, her aunt. Aliyaa never likes this Nouf. That woman seems beautiful and innocent. But Aliyaa didn’t like her. She feels that she is hiding something.

At the food table. Everyone sat to eat. The two mothers Aliyaa’s mother and her grandmother made sure that they gave everyone food and the tools to eat.

Aliyaa sits between her mother and her grandfather Alii. She always felt safe being near her grandfather. Although, the fact that he is an old man now. But still, he looked handsome and strong.

Aliyaa started to eat. She takes a small portion of food on her spoon. She then eats it. She munches the food. Tasting it. She is surprised by the taste of it. It's so tasty. So she started to eat by taking a big portion in her spoon.

After that, Her mother, Farrah Aepel. She prepared her bed for her daughter to sleep in.

Aliyaa brushed her teeth. Wear her nightdress and jump on the bed to sleep.

“Good night mother” Aliyaa sweetly says.

“Good night sweetie” her mother replied

In Morbidia, the Queen sat in a chair. Both of her hands were on a round big table. She wanted to cry. She wanted to do anything that expresses her despair. Because her kingdom is dying. And, the only thing that will help her is. Signing an alliance with King Midas. He is the only one who can help her.

As the Queen sat and waited for King Midas. Suddenly, a young man came, And, he is being guarded by two muscular bodyguards. The young man is handsome and his hair is rich blonde. And his eyes are the colour of the sea and sky. He is very attractive. The Queen however is middle-aged. And her face is nearly full of wrinkles. She kept staring at the young man in front of her. His handsomeness is breathtaking.

“So, you are the old bag of bones who desperately wanted to sign a pact with me?” The young man cruelly announced to her. His bodyguards snicker at her. After he said this. Which made her offended by that.

“Yes. Yes, it's me, your majesty.” she gulped. She deeply felt offended by this spoiled brat. She wanted badly to break his ego but she decided to let him off with this one.

“Okay then. But!, give me one reason to sign an alliance with you.” the young man demanded. As he points at her mockingly.

“Well. I’m the Queen of morbidia. Not just that. We both need an alliance. Because we both have a common enemy.” she told him.

Hoping this would persuade him. But to her dismay, he scoffed in return.

“You mean your enemy. Not mine dear. I had dealt with all of my enemies.” the young king denied.

“He will be soon your enemy. I know this. He hates all royals. Which mean you included!” she tolerated him

“Ha! I will destroy him once he dares to lay a single attack on my glorious kingdom!” King Midas boasted.

“Let me explain. You do not know this guy or in this case, this thing. I know him. And I fought him many times” she repeated once again.

“Since you know him, why you weren't been able to defeat him?” he sneers cruelly, his reply alone is a powerful slap to her cheek.

She was silent for a moment. She doesn’t know what to say. King Midas owned her by that reply. And she is speeches.

“You are right King Midas. I was not been able to defeat him because I have zero knowledge of magic” she excused. She hopes this weak excuse spares her some dignity.

“Hm. That is understandable.” King Midas added

“Yes, it is. Your Majesty” she answered him.

The young King of Phrygia. He is boastful, arrogant and mocking everyone who he deems weak or poor.

Unlike his father. King Gordios, was a fair and just King. He never mocks or boasts at everyone. All the people respected and loved king Gordios.

“So, tell me about this creature.” King Midas began “ And, most importantly, what did he do to you?” King Midas continues.

“This thing is called Donovan. He is a hybrid between a human and a monster called Antaris” the Queen told him of Donovan.

“I thought Antaris is long extinct, so what we are against is an abomination. Things are getting interesting!” he muttered excitedly.

“And dangerous!” she continued on behalf of him.

“It is, indeed” King Midas agreed.

“So? It's an alliance then? What do you say?” The Queen pronounced.

“It is an alliance then.” King Midas finally agreed

The Queen sighs in satisfaction. She is happy but she concealled it. She doesn’t try to show that she is happy or thankful.

It is a rare time when the superiors sit and enjoyed the weather and the place. But it is also this time. They sit on armed chairs and a huge round table. They talk with each other. They drink tea and talk. Sharing their experience. It's like a day off for them. And they will cherish it before they go on their missions and work hard to protect anyone. They are enjoying this blissful time and drinking tea.

“I missed these times when we only sit and drink tea” Sire Millard related

“Yeah, us too” Sire Kilam agreed

“Mhmm. We, the superiors deserve a break” Sire Russell said

“Couldn't agree more!” Sire Mervyn added

“We all agree on this, after all, who doesn't love a holiday?” Sire Aham giggles

Donovan, The master of all evil. Start to spy on his mortal enemy Queen Elysia of Morbidia. He too cruelly mocked her for being a pathetic monarch. She had reduced herself from a Queen to a beggar. He pitty her.

But he questions himself. Of all the kings why King Midas? Doesn’t she know that he is a spoiled brat? An arrogant, fool, a cruel person.

Doesn’t she know all that? Or she knows? After all, it is similarities that attract other people. These two are similar.

Donovan didn’t care if This Midas guy back down on his pact, and left her to face her doom, he doesn’t care about anything. The queen of Morbidia is the least of his worries.

If anything, he enjoyed seeing her like this. Weak, needy, and a beggar. She lost all the riches that her kingdom collected.

It's fun, knowing that King Midas will soon back down and leave her all alone. It's very funny. He felt the ecstasy of retribution. Oh, and, how he loves this feeling.

How little they know compared to him. How foolish and naive they are to think that they can finish him. He laughs at this. At this point, he needs to be more cautious. It's not the witch hunter that wants his demise alone. It's also King Midas and the Queen of morbidia. Donovan promised that he will end them all. And Right now, Time is of the essence.

No one threatens the master of all evil. And, those who do? They simply cease to exist.

[hive-sight]

Changes and Diets 1

Greetings Sentients. Since settling among the debris, Lumina, this one’s assigned Thalorix ambassador, has started venturing out of their designated chambers. From the time of leaving Xylopthia, Lumina has only been seen out of their chambers for mealtimes.

More surprisingly, Lumina has begun to enter the research deck. They appear to have a passing interest in the culture of the Terrans. This one will attach a transcript of one of Lumina’s inquiries with physical descriptors.

--Transcript Start—

Elysia:        Fascinating…

Lumina:      *Walks up from behind Elysia* What is?

Elysia:        *Startles* Oh! Lumina… This one was just analyzing the small groups the Terran’s divide themselves into. It appears that many Terrans will group together in order to raise their young!

Lumina:      *Leans forward, focusing intently upon the view screen. One of the digits from their primary limb indicates toward the image* This is one of their young?

Elysia:        *Dips their antennae* It is, yes.

Lumina:      It is so… small. *Moves their digit to a different individual* What of this one? They look different from the other three.

Elysia:        *Dips their antennae once more* That is one of their females. Terrans appear to be highly sexually dimorphic.

Lumina:      This one, what are their roles?

Elysia:        Her.

Lumina:      *Looks towards Elysia* Apologies?

Elysia:        While some Terrans use the terms, “They/Them/Their,” it is not typical. Those are regularly known as plural pronouns to Terrans. This one, *Elysia gestures to the Terran* uses the singular female pronouns “She/Her,” as an expression of identity.

Lumina:      She/Her...

--Transcript End--

Since this interaction, Lumina has become a staple of the research deck. Regularly they will read page after page of Terran culture. This has been a relief, as this has freed some of this one’s time to begin looking into other aspects of Terra.

This one has begun looking into the dietary habits of the Terrans. It is important to know what sustenance is available on Terra prior to attempting first contact. One could only imagine the devastation if none of the foodstuffs were compatible with our digestive tracks.

There was a surprising revelation to come from this. Terrans were omnivores. A Terran can, with little preparation, just as easily consume and digest meat as they can plants. This is in stark contrast to the diets of the Xylokthians. We subsist, largely, on glucose and water.

This one had a moment of disappointment, thinking that Terran foods would be incompatible with this one’s species. At least, this one was worried, until the discovery that Terrans are absolutely addicted to sugars.

Terrans add sugar to just about every item in their diet. They add sugar into their drinks. Terrans have crafted a drink that contains, in 12 ounces, more than the amount of sugar needed per day for a human to survive.

They have named this drink “Coca-Cola,” and this one truly wishes to try it.

Considering starting first contact early on this, TD 7th of June, 2030, XD 4682C 4A 19L, this is Elysia of Xylopthia, signing off.

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