The rise of the intrepid

In the heart of the Colosseum, where the fate of the condemned and the justice of Rome were decided, a scene of eerie fascination took place. Out of a black mist that formed in front of the executioner, a creepy doll appeared. It was a sinister moment, for just as the executioner was ready to let the first head roll, this eerie creature appeared.

The doll looked around and bowed to Mortis and Queen Shiva. A maniacal laugh echoed from its wooden mouth, and an eerie glint was in its vacant eyes.

"It is I, the Count of Pure Blood," the doll began in a voice that seemed to come from the realm of nightmares. "I am sorry that I cannot be with you in person, Your Honor, but I am very busy at the moment. After all, you have ruined my plan with your actions, or should I say delayed it? Hahahahaha."

The puppet continued to speak as the spectators in the arena sat in disbelieving amazement. "I must say, your Gauglers can be really mean, talking about me like that. But I don't take it to heart, after all, I don't have one. Hahahahha. But all kidding aside. It seems like you guys are more persistent than I thought, more consistent than before too. But still, nothing will change."

A hint of madness pervaded the doll's words as she continued, "Your nobles already know. The sandy King Kha Lamar will come to take this land under his rule. Just as the other continent of men is already under him, so will this land be which he will rule as emperor."

The crowd listened breathlessly to the puppet's words. Mortis took a step forward and sneered, "Who were you again, you foot lickers?I'm sorry but I can't hear so well today my eyes are so itchy. Is this now a declaration of war or do you want to continue pawing us to death? "He made his words sound deliberately condescending to show that he did not take this count seriously. Some nobles and citizens in the arena had to smile despite the threatening situation when they noticed that their new king was not intimidated by this sinister appearance.

The puppet continued to look delusional and contemptuous.

Mortis, however, was not intimidated and continued to mock, "But as cowardly as you are using this magic to put on a show, I'm sure your emperor is as cowardly. But don't worry, you puppeteering girls, I will come to you to teach you manners, including how to step on stage as a man and not let your puppets do the talking."

With a challenging look, he added, "Now get out of here. Some here are waiting for a real show. Oh yes, tell your emperor that for every dead man on the battlefield of Venice and for every condemned man, I'll take five of his men from the people and his family. They are probably puppets just like you. Now go, you bore me."

The puppet, speaking through the will of the Blood Count, looked with a sickening, distorted smile and said, "Before you can come to us, you still face the invasions of the Dark Emperor, in which even the last Margrave and King were mortally wounded. May you survive them before you dare to threaten us. Even though you have shone against the God of War, I do not think you can shoulder this continent. How could you? A peasant from the north would never be able to comprehend the genius of 100 generations of pure bloodline. So here's to soon, your highness, and may you be prepared when we stand at your gates."

After that, the doll bowed and slowly disappeared into the dark mist until it finally vanished. Many nobles and citizens were annoyed at the way this creature had spoken to their new king. But the latter laughed out loud and said with joyful irony, "Have you heard how proud he is of 100 generations of pure inbreeding? This bastard really needs a hobby."

After the puppet had disappeared and many were still struggling to process what they had seen and heard, Mortis raised his voice. "What people didn't struggle to survive every day? Did our ancestors not lead us to this day? There have always been ages when our backs were against the wall. Yet here we stand, whether against monsters, dark forces, or even traitors from our own ranks. We have risen and triumphed."

Mortis continued to speak, and his words were filled with determination, "Though many challenges lie ahead, we will create a world that our descendants can be proud of because they are descended from us. They will inhabit this land and live on to beget the next generations. This world is far from over, and neither is our continent. In recent years, we have shown that we can weather anything, from north to south. We have faced the storms, and we will face this threat as well. Let us be the last ones standing. Raise your heads for the present and the future that lies ahead, and for our descendants who carry our will."

With tears in their eyes, many of the soldiers and nobles fell to their knees and heartbreakingly begged the Queen and Mortis for forgiveness. Even the citizens were deeply moved. They supported themselves on the shoulders of their neighbors and roared in chorus. They cheered their country and their new king.

Mortis' women, on the other hand, also had tears in their eyes. They held their bellies, for to them it sounded like a vow and a declaration of love. It showed that he was looking forward to his coming children. The whole thing was accompanied by a smile as Mortis turned around expectantly and looked at everyone with a glance.