Twisted Ideals (Reserved)

[Kaitou_Dark_Sama]

The steps he took through the barren hallway echoed loudly through his ears, his pace a steady beat against the solid floor; the door at the end of the hall slowly coming closer and closer. His long ponytail brushed against his neck as he stopped at the door opening it and stepping into the room with an air of superiority. Everyone who sat at the long table within the room stood and bowed as he walked in. One of them stepped forwards and bowed deeply, “Welcome Alexander, sir.” The pointed eared man said before standing straight and motioning to the head of the table where Alexander was to sit.

Alexander stepped forward making sure his jacket fell nicely as he sat down in his spot and crossed his arms over his chest. “You can sit down Lucien.” He said in a nonchalant voice motioning to the Lucien’s seat with a small dismissive wave of his hand. He looked around the table at the other people who sat before him before letting his eyes rest on a young woman with nearly orange brown hair done up behind her head. “Emilia, if you would.” He said with a nod, telling her to start the meeting.

Emilia stood up, crossing her arms over her stomach, as though trying not to cover up the large amount of skin she was showing off in the tight navy-blue dress she wore, something Alexander didn’t particularly care for. He had been turning down her advances for years now, he had always liked the way she held herself, how she was not afraid to speak up about what she had in mind and what she wanted but he didn’t see her as anything except a wonderful ally.

“We’ve been moving out as per your command, and we’ve managed to get the surrender of the neighbouring countries. Facilities have been set up and people are now being analyzed. Though that isn’t my field…” She began, giving a sharp look to a bespectacled man sitting across the table from herself, “On my line… we have been doing fine with what we have, but one of our enemies has been working on a new line of weaponry in secret and we’re going to need to either put more into weapon development or find a way to put a stop to them or steal what they already have. Of course I would not turn down the idea of doing all of those options.” She said with a shrug, dropping her arms from her stomach to rest on her hips. She turned her attention completely to the bespectacled man, “If our dear Samuel were to lend some of his minds over to Weapon Development, I’m sure we’d be able to improve our current weapons and the plans of the enemy’s weapons.”

Samuel stood up slamming his hands against the table, usually a timid man; he was always one to speak his opinion when it came to his field. He was a strong man despite his almost frail appearance and small frame. “We need to concentrate our work on what we have going on right now, Emilia.” He practically hissed the name. Alexander himself had heard of the disputes between the two of them from Lucien, how Samuel disliked the way Emilia acted the way she tried to get Alexander’s attention with the clothing she wears.

“And what exactly would that be!? I haven’t seen anything of any usefulness come out of that damn laboratory of yours in years, Sammy.” Emilia scoffed, standing in a way to show that she would not stand down on the issue, she was very set on what she was saying, just as set as Samuel was. Alexander sat back frowning slightly but letting the two bicker, though a couple of the other men, squadron commanders, seemed to be a little bit bothered by the constant bickering between the scientist and the weapons specialist.

“Just because we don’t think that the only useful machines are those used to spread mass panic and gore, doesn’t mean we’re not coming up with revolutionary inventions of our own.” Samuel stated. “We’re at the critical point of coming up with a form of communication that will be handheld and untraceable by our enemies, something that will be quite a bit more useful than a weapon.” Samuel said with a smirk.

“Yes, Samuel, how much longer until that is finished? It’s tiresome not letting our troops contact us for fear of interference.” Both Samuel and Emilia froze when Alexander spoke up and turned to look at him, both blinking, before they looked to one another again. Samuel smirked and Emilia sat down again and Samuel stood up straight, straightening the tie from the formal wear he wore underneath his lab coat.

“We should have a functional prototype finished within the week sir; if everything goes as planned we should be able to start mass producing them the week after, have enough to ship out by the end of next week.” Samuel explained with a small bow to his leader who nodded slowly as the information was given to him, keeping an unreadable expression on his face.

“What about personal ones for just this group here? How long would it take to have fully functional devices for 12 people?” Alexander inquired.

“Mid next week without a problem.” Samuel said shaking his head. “If we don’t run into any problems it should not be a problem.” He said with a small smile, clearly quite proud of this invention himself, knowing he was going to bring this whole thing in their favour, with an untraceable radio signal they would be able to fight much easier, without any worry of being found out before hand, the world would be something they would easily be able to capture, Samuel had no doubt that with Alexander leading them there was no way that they could fail.

“If.” Emilia said with a laugh looking off to the side and rolling her eyes.

Samuel opened his mouth to say something in response but was beaten as another man stood up, his light brown hair slicked back and a frown on his face his large frame intimidating and the power he seemed to resonate even more so. He crossed his arms and frowned and the auburn haired woman. “It would be much more appealing for you to keep your mouth shut while others are talking. Didn’t the last version of the machine gun you design end up being nothing but a waste of money, exploding in the face of its user. What was the result of sending those weapons out on the field, Michaels?” The tall man said turning to one of the commanders.

Michaels bowed his head solemnly and shook it from side to side, taking of his uniform hat and setting it on the table in front of him, “A dozen dead, and a couple dozen more injured. One of the machines backfired in the face of one of the users and injured men around him, another two completely blew up due to blockage.” He recited, clearly not liking having to list off the dead. The tall man nodded and turned back to Emilia who avoided his look glaring at the ground beside her.

“Now, Emilia, if you would kindly keep your comments to yourself, it would be much appreciated.” Lucien stated sharply.

“Lucien, please sit down. You too, Samuel.” The tall man sat down, and Samuel who didn’t even seem to notice he was still standing sat down and Alexander was silent for another moment before he began to speak, “Emilia has a point, as did Lucien… we will have to put more funding into weapons development. Samuel doesn’t have the men to bring into the department now. If you truly wish you can bring in new people, as long as we remember the entrance test. Samuel seems to have everything going quite well so no additions needed funding or personnel wise. Now… to the actually plan of action.” An almost evil smile pulled onto his lips as he changed the topic to the attack at hand, this was very clearly his favourite part of the meeting. “We have successfully taken over enough land at this point, but we still have to purge the population and we should wait before advancing, we have to be very careful about possible uprisings from within the new boundaries.” He explained. “Commanders, please share any signs of revolt.”

The same Michaels who had spoken before spoke up at the point, slipping his hat back onto his head as he did so, “There is a rebellious force coming in from the north who seem very set on attack us, a rather large group at that.” He explained to Alexander who nodded slowly to the answer. He turned to Lucien who was also nodding, he turned to Alexander and spoke in a hushed voice in a language no others at the table understood, one that the two often conversed in, a native tongue of Lucien’s. The words of the larger man seemed to bring an amused look to Alexander’s face as the black haired leader turned back to the others.

“Very interesting, we will meet them. I myself will personally go.” He said standing up, “Lucien of course will go by my side.” He added looking to the pointed eared man who nodded slowly as though he thought nothing aside from that, which he surely did. He was more loyal to Alexander than any of the other people who sat at the table before him. “I will meet these troops myself in a week’s time. Michaels and Conner please acquire enough troops for the excursion… I do plan to come back with multiple hostages so Samuel would you please ensure that we have space on B4.” He went on, everyone giving him a quick ‘yes sir’ when called for. “If that is all, then I am closing this meeting, it was very nice to hear all of this, now come Lucien we’re going now.” He said before turning and walking out of the room his long jacket flourishing with the movement.

Lucien held the door open for him and he walked back through the hallway to the elevator that would bring him up to his personal quarters. “This will prove to be very interesting, and I will be able to get rid of a severe annoyance. It will be fun, don’t you think, Lucien?” He asked turning his amber eyes to the tall man who nodded slowly. “Yes, dying by my hands, he should be happy, don’t you think?” He questioned.

“Yes sir, everyone should think of it as an honour to die by your own hand. A lucky man he is, dying by your blade.” Lucien said lowering his head, though his face didn’t make it seem as though he really meant his words there was truly nothing he meant more than those words. He would never utter something not completely true to Alexander. He worshipped this man, he worshipped the ground he walked on. This man was his saviour and he would follow his every word for the rest of his life. He would lovingly spend the rest of his life as Alexander’s personal door opener if it meant he was of any importance to the man who now smiled at him the way one might when going about praising a dog, he didn’t care, if Alexander wanted him to be a dog he would get on all four and bark for him.

People saw Alexander as insane, as a murderer, but it was Alexander who brought him salvation who saved him and gave him a purpose on this Earth, and he believe dearly that everyone should see Alexander the way he saw him, Alexander’s ideals were perfection beyond a doubt. This man’s words would no doubt, in time, be law, be more important than the words of ‘god’. No, he would be a god amongst men, he would bring himself the title and people would worship him the same way Lucien did, Alexander deserved it.

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He could feel the enormous presence beyond him, it hit him like a wave. The sheer feeling of the army that loomed before him. He himself was in the middle of his cavalry; the foot soldiers were to either side of them. He himself rode something that Lucien had introduced him to, it was quite a horse but it wasn’t all that different. The blind animal he rode one was designed for fighting, it stood a foot and a half, at least, above the horses around it and had its own armour like plating along its front, neck, back and flank. Long horns that shone as though made of metal protruded from its head in place of a mane, as well as covering its tail. It was best used when controlled by a human but the blind creature was just as fearsome on its own. Apart from the horn and fearsome size the animal also had its own wolf like jaw, carnivorous teeth perfect for puncturing and slicing. A ‘war horse’ if there ever was one, a Nazarnir.

Lucien was on a very similar animal beside him, his animal though was adorned with what was like a blade on its face and it had small eyes to see. A Leynir. Lucien’s animal stopped the ground and whinnied. “Are you going to head to the meeting point first, as planned sir?” Lucien asked with a frown looking up at his leader, who had his arms crossed his chest as he inspected the field before him. Alexander let out the lightest of laughs and Lucien could already tell what the other man’s answer was going to be.

“Give the signal, give them a little surprise, I’ll head over to the meeting area now, you join me when everyone is in battle.” Alexander said riding forward towards where he was supposed to be meeting the leader of this opposing army. Behind him he heard Lucien blow the whistle which told his troops to move forward and attack, much to the surprise of the people whom they were attacking. Alexander laughed as people rushed at one another. He sped his Nazarnir up to get over to the hill on which he was supposed to be meeting the leader of the other army, who was clearly going to be none too pleased with Alexander’s premature attack, he wasn’t going to wait and talk it over when all of these people deserved to be dead.

He stopped his Nazarnir and jumped off of the animal patting it once before stepping forwards and looking out at the field where people were shooting and hacking at one another. His own people had brand new guns that most of the world had yet to see, it was what happened when you had two teams working on different and more powerful weapons and technology. He smiled and crossed his arms.

His long black hair was tied up again, as it usually was. He wore a long black jacket with padding very clear on the shoulders and arms, some on his chest, but most of his armour was thin and worn under his jacket, invisible to the naked eye, his team was very good and making nearly invisible bullet proof armour which Alexander was quite pleased with, they had saved his life quite a few times already. He wore more armour on his legs down to his knees and tall boots with a multitude of straps and high heels covered the rest of his legs. A rapier hung off of his waist and a gun was hidden under his arm, inside of his jacket.

He looked at the group and saw that Lucien had gotten a little bit more preoccupied with what he was doing in the battle. The half-elf was tearing through groups with his blade mounted Leynir which tore people to shreds just by lifting its head, throwing them through the air. His own personnel seemed to be avoiding Lucien as much as possible, it was very clear everyone on the field was equally as terrified of the Leynir that was so perfectly controlled by the half-elf, not that Alexander could blame them, he looked over at his own Nazarnir that was trotting impatiently on the spot as though it wanted to go join the Leynir in the battle, he couldn’t blame the creature, Alexander himself wanted to join the fray as well, but he did have some work to do, he had to put some effort forward and actually talk to this man who was no doubt going to try and take his life, as many had before, all of whom had learned their place the hard way afterwards.

He felt a shudder through his spine as he watched a person get stuck on the top of the Leynir’s blade and get flung around like a rag doll, spraying Lucien with blood, the smile that the other man held the cause of the pleasurable shudders that went up and down his body, this was the beginning of purging the land of all of those who were not up to Alexander’s standards, it would take a while to clean up this land, but when they did they would find Eutopia, a society where everything was thought of in a way that was perfection, every single human being would be perfection and every child born into this land would be as well, they would be taught to share the same ideals as Alexander, and if they didn’t they would be killed, it was as simple as that. At least, it was to Alexander, clearly there were still people who opposed his idea of a perfect world, people like the man he was to meet right now.

He had no idea where this man was but he was starting to get impatient, he knew the man he was to be meeting, he had met him before, even if only for a split second in the past. It had been not long after he had achieved his original place as leader of warfare that he met a young woman who was very quick to oppose him.

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”Alexander.” She said lightly getting the younger Alexander’s attention easily. He turned to her, amber eyes narrowed, but nearly as sharp as they were years later. “You’re going too far. I understand a detention centre for criminals but these people didn’t do anything wrong. Most of the people that you are locking up are children.” She had light brown hair which was done up at the base of her skull, curling into one long ponytail. She was a secretary of one of the higher ups, so he did have to see her quite a bit, and he never had really liked her but he had seen some sort of potential in her.

“They are not children, they are nearly adults, and they have not had the proper mindset instilled in them, they do not know how to be strong, they must be cleansed, or they should die. It’s as simple as that.” He explained with a shrug of his shoulder meaning to end this small conversation with that, but the look of disgust on her face was enough to show him that she was not yet finished with him.

“’Proper mindset’?” She repeated, “You’re going too far with this Alexander. What is the President going to say about this when he finds out!?”

“You say that as though he doesn’t already know… Albeit he doesn’t know much of anything… but he does know that I have started to cleanse this world of the weak people who reject my ideals.” He said with a smile and laugh.

“What are you going to simply kill everyone who doesn’t think the exact same things you do?” She hissed in question. “Everyone who you deem weak should die? Is that it!?” She motioned with her hands, her voice raising to a yell as she spoke to him as he turned to look at her in disgust.

“You don’t understand. You won’t understand. And here I thought you’d be able to understand what I was saying after being introduced to the idea, but you are not better than those teenagers being tortured in the basement… Maybe I should have you added to their ranks… maybe I should try to see if this way of training a person doesn’t have to be used on a young mind, maybe it would work just as well as a person who has already entered adult hood.” He said with a frown reaching forward and taking her chin into one of his gloved hands and turning her face up to face him.

She struck his hand away stepping away from him. “I’m going to ensure that you can’t continue with this, Alexander. What you are doing is wrong and it shouldn’t be allowed.” She continued to back away from him and he just put his hands behind his back and glared at her. “You won’t get away with something this disgusting Alexander, even if I have to get rid of you myself I won’t let you continue with this.” She said before turning and running away from him as though running would do her any good. He could have pulled again and shot her there while she ran from him, but he wanted to make an example of her, he wanted to make sure people knew what would happen to them if they tried to oppose him.

“She really did have potential… what a pity…”

Within the next month he had risen even further in the rankings of the building and now not only had an influence in the military but he was gaining more control of the economy and the rest of the government. People listened to him, many people saw him as a true leader, someone who knew what he was doing and knew how to do it. Someone with good ideas and a strong will, while others still saw him as insane and someone who should be dealt with before they could gain too much power, but no one seemed to pay attention and those voices who rose up against him slowly began to ‘disappear’. It was very normal for him now to go out and kill those who spoke up against him during the nights and get rid of the bodies, listing them as missing people, knowing that slowly people would conform to the fact that if you stand up against Alexander and his ideals that you would ‘disappear’ forever.

One of these nights the person he was to take care of was the one whom had spoke up against him nearly a month ago, a secretary who had quit her job a couple weeks beforehand. He was quite happy to be taking care of this one himself. He was quite happy when he stepped up to the house and rang the doorbell. It seemed like a nice place it was almost a shame. The person who answered the door had to be a couple years younger than he was. Alexander showed his badge before stepping in without even acknowledging the other man.

“Leon? Who was at the door?” It was a familiar voice and Alexander followed it into the living room of the house where she was sitting, curled up in a rather comfy looking chair reading a book. Alexander smiled as he looked at said Leon then back to her as her eyes widened and she dropped her book jumping to her feet and backing up to the wall. “Al-Alexander!” She was already very quick to panic seeming to look around for a way out right off the bat.

Alexander just smiled and pulled the gun out of his jacket, loading it and cocking it. “I don’t know if I told you this, but you never had the authority to use my first name. It should have always been Mr. Chain to you. I would have thought someone as lowly as you would have known how to address your superiors.” He said smiling as though talking to a friend, “What a shame. You stand against me and I’ll have to strike you down. Good night.” He aimed and fired and that was it. She slid down the wall and he walked forward putting another bullet in her head to ensure the kill. He looked over her should and saw the man who had answered the door standing in the doorway seemingly frozen in shock and fear, a weak trait that Alexander saw as useless but he had no reason to get rid of this man, so he left him.

He pulled a hand held radio off of his belt and hit the button, “You can come in, Lucien.” He said into the speaker before walking away, gun still in hand. He walked right past Leon and out the door as Lucien, a man whom he had just recently saved from the hole where he had been living, and out into the winter air outside. He was done for now, and he was quite pleased with himself.

~~~~~

At the time he would have never expected this man to end up being his most… annoying enemy. As it would seem the other had been building up a resistance for a long time in another country and was now acting out completely on his hatred for Alexander, not that the raven haired leader was complaining, any reason to kill the man was a good reason in his opinion but he would play fair with it, for the most part. He did have to maintain an image as a good leader, and people won’t care if he stretched the truth and said that the opposing team initiated this attack.

He ran a gloved hand over his slicked back hair as he turned away from the battle and faced his horse, his back to everything, knowing it wasn’t the best idea but it was how he was he didn’t care, he had nothing to fear. If worst came to worst he would be shot, the vest would save his life and Lucien would take care of whoever it was who tried to take his life this time around, no matter how much he would have loved to do it himself. But he had a feeling he didn’t have to worry about being shot in the back, any person who thought of themselves as a hero would not shoot someone in the back, that wasn’t the hero approach to things. He would, but it wasn’t how hero’s did things.

His Nazarnir stomped at the ground a few more times and he wondered briefly if he really cared who’s team it tore through as long as it was working. The thinking it over took a few seconds before he stepped towards the animal smacking it’s flank. The well trained animal who was trained to be able to battle whenever it wanted if it was given the appropriate signal, reared before charging away into the fight, Lucien would bring it back for him in the end, he had no doubt that the horse like animal would easily out live every single human who was no on the field, there was no way someone could win against him.

He turned back to look out at the battlefield as he waited for the ‘hero’ who wanted to put an end to his ‘reign of terror’. People with that mindset… he really did have to get rid of them, and he had to get rid of them quickly before they really began to get annoyed by it all. He didn’t know how many fights like this one he could get into without getting incredibly bored with them. He let out a sign and shook his head but he couldn’t help but smile, standing at the top of this hill, his hands locked behind his back as he watched the purging of the world.

[RippedNose]

A couple of people called out their thanks to General Leon Thorne as he walked down the street, and he smiled slightly. Not that he was bigheaded or anything, thinking he was a hotshot, but those thanks meant one thing to him. He had worked his way up the ranks, and won quite a few battles, deeming him a ‘war hero’ in many minds. He was where he needed to be. He only had one reason to be where he was, and that was revenge.

Normally revenge wasn’t something that drove Leon on, or motivated him in any way. He was a lover, not a fighter. But now, he had something to fight for. Now he had a reason to be in the midst of a battle, bearing down on his enemies. He had one goal, and that was to destroy Alexander Chain.

The man had to die, if not for all the people he had and would kill, but for Leon’s sister. The tall man swallowed the lump that rose in his throat as he thought of that night, but he shoved the thoughts away, quickening his pace as he returned to his home. He had just returned from battle, hence why people were so happy to see him, but all he wanted was a shower, and a good rest.

The only thing that kept the young General on his feet at the moment, was the knowledge that he would be on his way in just a few days, to attack Alexander’s army. Perhaps it was time for him to finally get his revenge. He had worked hard for this, ever since he had watched his dear sister die by Alexander’s hand.

He had been completely shocked at the time, but as time wore on, his grief turned to anger, and he swore his revenge on the man, who he would only ever know as Alexander, simply from those words that he said to his sister. “I don’t know if I told you this, but you never had the authority to use my first name. It should have always been Mr. Chain to you. I would have thought someone as lowly as you would have known how to address your superiors.” Just for that, he used the man’s name, hoping it would at least irritate him, if anything. It was admittedly rather childish of him, but he didn’t care.

Running a hand through his hair, Leon let himself into his house, sighing lightly. His house was always very lonely, and full of painful memories, but he refused to sell it. His eyes involuntarily slipped over to the wall he had watched his sister slide down as she died.

He would have his revenge.

-

Leon currently sat astride a gleaming chestnut horse, dark blue eyes wide with anticipation. Not long ago, a scout had returned to him to report that Alexander’s army had come to meet them, and would be there in a very short period of time. His army continued on, though most had their attention on Leon, who was currently running a gloved hand through his windswept light brown hair, surveying the people following him. This rebel group was rather extensive, and he liked to think that they stood a very good chance against their opponent.

It appeared that the army that had come to meet them was relatively the same size as his own, though Leon was sure that Alexander really had more people under his command. Sending a lesser amount of people was probably just the man being cocky. As usual. He really didn’t expect the man to be anything but cocky now, from what he had learned about the man. That had been one of his first steps, once his sister was killed. Find out as much as he could about this man. Knowing the enemy was the first step to winning a war, he was sure. As he rode on, he couldn’t help the memories replaying in his mind, just because of where he was now; come to end this.

-

Leon had been relaxing with his sister, whom he was very close with, just spending an evening reading. There was a comfortable silence, and they were both quite content where they were. He was jerked out of his book however when the doorbell rang. Looking at the door with a slight frown, he set his book aside. “I’ve got it” he murmured quietly, getting a simply hum of acknowledgement from the young woman curled up on a chair. Walking over to the door, he pulled it open, blinking slightly at the sight of an unfamiliar man, who flashed him a badge. He opened his mouth to say something, though automatically stepping aside as the man walked into his home.

“Leon? Who was at the door?” the black haired man turned to the sound of his sister’s voice, following it through the house.

“Hey, where are you-?” he followed after the man quickly, back into the living room, confused as to what somebody like this man would want in his house, and especially with his sister. He kept his eyes on the black haired man until he heard his sister’s exclamation.

“Al-Alexander!” She was on her feet and backing up towards the wall, eyes seemingly scanning for an escape. This alarmed Leon, but he didn’t know what to say, so he kept quiet, though he was shocked into stillness when this ‘Alexander’ pulled out a gun, pointing it at his sister. His breathing picked up, dark blue eyes wide. He barely registered the words Alexander said at the time, but now, he could recall them perfectly. He could almost hear his voice telling his poor sister that she didn’t have the authority to use his name.

The sound of a gunshot caused his blood to run cold, and it was followed by another once she had slid to the floor. Leon’s eyes were rooted to her lifeless body, unwilling to believe what he had just seen. His sister was his everything. She couldn’t be dead. Not her. Not by this man.

Standing frozen against the wall, he didn’t even glance at Alexander when he spoke into a radio in his hand, leaving the room. His eyes were focused on the crumpled body, and the spatter of blood on the once-clean wall. “No…” he whispered in horror, “No, not her… I-I… No!” He leaned back against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor as his sister had, but he simply curled in on himself, staring forwards in numb fear, not wanting to believe that any of this was happening. He was still curled up on that chair. He had just fallen asleep.

His eyes only left his sister’s corpse when another man walked into the house. He flinched, sure that this man had come to finish him off, as a witness. When he was bypassed completely, and the man continued on to his sister’s body, he got to his feet again. He watched as the man went to move her body. “N-no, put her down!” he said, voice hoarse. He had meant to sound so much more assertive, but when he tried to yell at this man, his voice seemed to fail him. No sound left his mouth as the strange nameless man (who he now knew was called Lucien) carried his sister’s corpse away. It was then that he had pledged his revenge against Alexander Chain.

-

Trying not to think about how long it had taken him to clean his sister’s blood off the wall and floor, the blue eyed man forced thoughts of war to the front of his brain. Leon hoped that this would go as well as he had planned, and that all this training and planning would pay off. If this turned out how he wanted it to, Alexander would lack the power he currently had, as well as a life. He didn’t like to feel like he was doing this all as some crazy revenge plot, as it sounded so scheming and brutal, but really, it was what it was. And it would end. He could give up this life, knowing that he had avenged his sister, and that Alexander’s army was no more.

When the army that was approaching his own didn’t stop, Leon knew. They weren’t going to stop, or declare war. They were going to attempt to just slaughter them all here. With a yelled command, the rebel group met Alexander’s army in battle. Leon himself was in the thick of it, slashing and striking at people from on top of the horse, all the while avoiding the two war horses he had glimpsed. They both held riders that were instantly familiar to the blue-eyed man. Alexander and Lucien. He avoided the Leynir at all costs, but from what he could tell through the bloody throng of people, Alexander’s steed wasn’t currently attacking anybody.

His own horse bounded through the attacking men expertly, avoiding injury as best as possible, while trying to keep its master from harm. Leon winced as he felt a blade bite into his calf, though not too deeply due to the heavy pants he wore. Distracted by that minor injury, and attacking a man on his left side who had snuck up behind one of his own men, he didn’t notice that the Nazarnir had been let loose, or that it was anywhere near him, until it had caught his horse in the side, tossing it aside. Leon let out a yell as he was pitched from the saddle, holding his sword away from him as he fell, trying to avoid landing on him. He landed a few feet from his now dead steed, and he struggled back to his feet, trying to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him.

Using his sword to help him up, he barely glanced at the blood dripping from his arm before lunging back in the fight. He wasn’t exactly sure how he had cut his arm, but it was only a bit of a hindrance, he found as he dispatched another of the enemy. As he struggled through the fighting bodies, dodging and slashing, he caught sight of Alexander, most likely waiting for him on the hill that they were initially to meet at.

Trying to avoid getting stabbed or shot, Leon finally broke out of the throng of soldiers, running up the hill to where the other man waited, looking perfectly fine, not a hair out of place. He assumed that the man hadn’t even fought at all today. They were complete opposites in their appearances, Alexander’s neat, slicked back, ponytailed hair, and Leon’s windswept, messy and rather sweaty light brown hair. Alexander didn’t look like he had a speck of dirt or blood on him, yet Leon was covered in both.

Sheathing his heavy sword, Leon ran a gloved hand through his hair, swiftly approaching the other man, a fierce scowl in place. He was very tempted to pull out his gun and shoot the other man right in the face, being so close to him after so long. But he was above such things, so he tilted his chin up and gritted his teeth.

“Not even fighting your own battles now, Alexander?” he asked, hating that he was slightly out of breath, making his words not seem as hard as they were meant to be. Coming to a halt about five feet away from the older man, he stared straight at him. He was no longer afraid. He was no longer the frightened young man he had been when this man had taken his sister from him. He was going to put an end to this, and save countless people from having to suffer like he or his sister did. “Am I really not even that much of a threat that you feel you don’t even need to do anything?” He was sure this was wrong though. Alexander was very wrong if he thought this.

[Kaitou_Dark_Sama]

Lucien held himself close to the large animal’s body, effectively using the animal as a shield as he rode it, keeping himself out of harm’s way as he rode it through throng of people, throwing them into the air and tearing them apart as he moved. He hadn’t been this excited in a long time and he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he had his animal throw some of the others up into the air with a swing of its head. He let out a laugh; blood had splashed across one side of his body, getting all the way up into his brown hair, just barely avoiding his eye.

He had nearly forgotten the reason for this fighting and it took him a while to remember that they were here for a reason and that Alexander was supposed to be meeting with the leader of the other party. He glanced over to wear Alexander was standing in plain sight, the other man seemed to be making no move to keep himself hidden from whoever may be targeting him. Lucien had to smile more at that, Alexander was far to fearless at times, he seemed to think that no one could touch him… though for the most part he was completely right. Alexander seemed to give off an even more powerful aura then a man who was double his size. He was powerful and he was well aware that he was powerful, Lucien loved that about Alexander.

He sighed and shook his head, as the Leynir beneath him tore its head through another horse easily tearing a gash in its side and cutting off one of the rider’s legs in one blow. He did find himself looking through the battle field to try and see the leader of the other team who had not gone to see Alexander yet which bothered him slightly, not that he would complain about getting to be a part of this epic battle.

The next time he looked over he noticed his Nazarnir being sent into the battle by itself and he couldn’t help but laugh slightly and shake these heads. Alexander looked as though he wanted to join the fray as well, Lucien wished he could. There was still no sign of Leon Thorne who was supposed to be meeting Alexander and looking around he couldn’t catch a distinct glimpse of anyone who could be Leon in particular. He let out a sigh before turning his animal and putting a bullet through the head of a man who had been trying to come up on his flank. If the bullet didn’t kill the man then the blade that tore into him afterwards from the Leynir definitely finished the job.

He smiled and laughed looking over at the sound of men screaming as the lone Nazarnir tore through a group of people as well. The animal didn’t seem completely aware of who it was killing, just that it was killing. He noticed the animal ram into a horse throwing the rider of and tearing the other animal open and to the side. Lucien almost laughed again but the animal from there turned on a couple of their own cavalry men and he whistled in a register that the Nazarnir would pick up and the animal turned it’s sightless head towards Lucien before bounding over to where it would stay near his side and only attack when necessary; it and his own animal would be able to communicate who they were supposed to attack and who they were supposed to leave alone.

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Alexander watched the battle from the safety of the hill, waiting and waiting to be approached by Leon. He knew the man from way back when he took care of his sister, and now he was finally having this, hopefully, final battle with him and his rebellion which had been a pain in his side for a while now. He watched his animal as it tore through the groups, he didn’t particularly care who it attacked, he watched it trample one of his own troops and all he could do was smirk. But of course Lucien had to intervene, he was more of a good guy than he wanted people to believe, Alexander wished he was as feral as those animals he had brought over.

Alexander let out a sigh and shook his head looking around a little bit more before his eyes lingered up to the sky, the blueness of it was hilarious. Everything above the horizon looked so peaceful as though nothing was wrong. There was no blood being shed, the world was at peace, and if things went the way Alexander planned, the world would surely be at peace in no time.

He heard someone walk up and he turned around finally seeing that Leon had decided to join him as he should have quite a while ago. Alexander frowned as he looked the other. He looked like he had been dragged through the dirt a couple times; it was horrible to look at. Alexander always made sure to keep himself from getting that dishevelled when it came to fighting. He believe it was better to look composed during battle and being covered in dirt and blood and having everything all over. Alexander ran a hand through his hair as he let the other man talk.

“You shouldn’t jump to conclusions… You seem to not realize how much I would love to join the battle right now.” He said turning his back to Leon, truly not worried about anything bad happening to him, this man really didn’t scare him. He was nothing but an annoying pest, not a real threat. He sighed slightly and shook his head, his ponytail swaying with the movement, not a single hair out of place, everything on his person looking absolutely perfect. He turned back to Leon and took a few paces forward, closing the gap between the two of them. “I really don’t think of you as a threat. But, clearly, I am not doing ‘nothing’.” He said motioning with one gloved hand to the battle going on beyond them. “I am doing quite a bit, the fact that it is protocol for the leaders to meet is quite the bother. Though it looks as though you’ve… already done your fair share of fighting.” He said looking him over again.

He took another pace forward, barely inches away from the other man now as he looked at him, nearly nose to nose with the younger man. “Now, this can end quickly, all you have to do is surrender. It isn’t like you can win.” He said with a smile glancing at the battle out of the corner of his eye, his gaze landing on Lucien for a moment; the warlock was clearly very into the battle he seemed to have embraced the demon inside him and was setting people ablaze and having fun tormenting people with his powers, he watched briefly as people within Lucien’s area simply dropped to the ground as Lucien looked at them; it was quite the bonus to have such a powerful man on his side.

“Well,” he turned back to Leon, “Wouldn’t you agree? I’m in a good mood today, so you can try and bargain is you want, but I just want you to realize that there is no way you can win this now. I am to powerful.” He said with a smirk holding his hands behind his back, puffing out his chest and standing proud, smirking as he did.

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