It's fucking RAW
Control... control was something I was very familiar with. Control keeps a daughter virgin, a man faithful... a peasant docile. As I'm sure you know I used to be a warlord of sorts, and anytime we captured a city or town we always took the time to ensure the peasants knew their place. We would starve them, murder them, humiliate them, ra.p. e them, we would do almost anything to the people we just conquered.
If you think it's a little harsh and that if I approached my new rule with kindness and equality then you have no idea what people are capable of. Humans by nature are opportunistic, selfish and greedy. If I show them one ounce of kindness, they mistake it for weakness. The next thing you know you have a revolt, even after everything you've done for them, feed them, clothe them, provide opportunity and protect them and they still stab you in the back. It gets even worse because now you have to clean the streets, and expand the graveyard...
it only takes one crack for the dam to break, one straw to break the camels back, one dissenter to break the chains. One man to change the world.
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Villager Pov
It started with fire, followed by the screams of women and children. Then the Lord made an announcement, there were invaders outside the walls, here to enslave and kill us, and that the only way to survive was to take up arms against the barbarian's. Of course we did without question as it was our duty, and we expected nothing more than dumb savages wielding nothing but sticks and stones. We were wrong however, oh so wrong.
I was there, at the battle, I saw it start with a bang, two forces collide with unimaginable strength. I was there when I saw my best friend get beheaded, and my neighbor pummeled beyond recognition, I was there when I saw their swords slice through flesh and bone like a knife through butter, their fists smash through shields and armor alike, uncaring for the metal between them and their foe.
The carnage overwhelming I could do nothing but curl up and hide, like the coward I suppose I truly am. However. unfortunately for we was that they checked all the body's for soldiers just like me.
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Leonidas Dredd Pov
I'm sitting in a poorly decorated, poorly built, poorly maintained throne room, sitting on a very uncomfortable stone throne I await the former chiefs advisors, hoping to come to an agreement to ease my takeover. There are 4 Spartans in the room, 2 guarding the door and 2 'guarding' me. The man who surrendered when we walked through the gate was sitting at the table Infront of me, nervously tapping his leg, making the most annoying of sounds.
"Your name, what is it?" I ask ignoring his habit.
"My name is Stephan, lord, Stephan Machiavelli.
"What do you do?"
"I am- was and advisor to lord Lykos, I also managed his finances as I worked with the Medicis, great bankers, for some time."
"hmm." Seems like this guy is similar to the Machiavelli in my world, if so I might have a good vassal.
We would be sitting in silence, if not for his incessantly bouncing leg.
"Stop." I say calmly, looking at his leg.
"o-of course lord" his leg stops bouncing, but he starts tapping his finger on the table only moments later. How unbearable.
"If you continue with these annoying habits, I will remove your fingers and legs, and feed you to the pigs." I say deadpan without a tinge of anger or hesitation. I've done it before.
"I'm sorry lord, it won't happen again!" luckily before I have to honor my word, the group of advisors walk in through the big wooden double door at the end of the hall.
"Ah, welcome, it seems you didn't flee." it say, my tone changing quickly to one of enthusiasm for what comes next.
They all take their seats at the table, giving a side glance at Stephan.
"My lord, for what do you intend to do here?" a bearded man says fearfully.
"Oh I plan to do nothing... yet. If you do what you're told, only a few will be slaughtered and enslaved but if you don't, well....something might truly unfortunate might happen." I think that's good enough incentive to do what I say.
"you cannot do that, you barbarian! You are nothing but a invader, when the king finds out what your doing he'll put your head on a pike!" A man sitting near the door stands up and yells at in an accusatory tone. Good, I was hoping to make an example.
Looking at the rack of javelins leaning on the wall next to me, I stand up and grab one.
"Please... your king won't be able to stop me once I'm done." I chuck the javelin at his chest impaling him into his chair, he slouches as blood gushes out of his chest and dribbles out of his mouth. The remaining advisors grasp in shock and reel back from the dead man drooling blood.
"Do you intend to rule as a tyrant! The people will never serve you!" another man as stupid as the last spoke up at the sight.
"Of course not, no, I'll only be a tyrant in the beginning. Once they understand the fear and pain I can bring them, once they kneel with all their hearts, once they shed any doubt of where they stand in the world, only then, only then will I gift them prosperity." I say dramatically leaning back on my shitty throne. All the advisors are scared beyond measure, fearing what's to come. Although I meant what I said, I wouldn't be doing too much to the peasants, just a little police brutality, and some famine.
"Now. Let's eat, I'm famished." With the snap of my fingers, a dozen maids enter the room carrying plates of delicious looking food and jugs of wine. The head maid, a beautiful woman the definition of a Milf, comes toward me with a plate of steak and potatoes in one hand a jug of wine in the other.
She sets it down on the table Infront of me and stands attentively.
The steak was fucking RAW, and the potatoes bland. I couldn't let this stand, how could I? Food is life itself.
"Try it." I cut a piece for her and give her the fork.
"It's raw lord." Her chest suddenly got tight and her knees weak. She knew how brutal her new lord could be based off the man impaled into his seat, left there while food is being served.
"Yes, yes it is you fucking idiot! How the hell did you get this job if you can't even cook fucking steak!" I slam my utensils onto the plate making her jump.
"Get the fuck out of my sight you donkey!" She starts out of the room with tears welling in her eyes.
'Guess I'll have to find replacements sooner than later.'
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