Diabolus Arcis Americana
A week had pasted, and the delegates had been summoned to the capital.
As the Americans entered the capital, Madie noticed a name that was proceeding their leader. "Diabolus Arcis Americana" directly translating to, Devil of the American Castle. It seemed that the Ghost's display in the command center was told far and wide.
The reason the clans had been summoned was winter was coming. Normally, most of the clans kept to themselves, but with the threat of the other outcasted nations on the rise, the prince needed a plan.
"I say we have the Americans protect us, they flaunt their power and their leader, so it's time for them to pony up."
The Ghost stares at the other leader. "Would you mind saying that to my face?"
The ambassador turns to look, only for the room to distort, demonic symbols and outlines cover the room.
"Calga of the Oraga Clan, speak now!"
"I'd like to retract my statement, since the Ghost and his people came to our rescue, we the Oraga Clan will police the lands."
"Thank you Calga, but we Americans can police our own lands. You may send ambassadors to us, but you will not keep an army outside our lands." stated the Ghost.
The meeting drug on for a while, leaders discussing how best to get their peoples ready for winter. Meanwhile, Madie was exploring the market, checking out plants and herbs being sold. A scream came from the crowd as a warrior charge at her wielding a blade.
"Liberty!" she called out. The automaton stepped out from behind the trees and using her hand, she stopped the attacker, grabbing him, holding him in the air.
"WHAT IS THE MEANAING OF THIS?!" yelled the Ghost.
"Madie was almost killed sir, someone from the clan with the tri-circles banner."
The room looked to Deska, the leader of the Deska Triad Clan. "The Americans exploit us, they are more like those who fell from the stars!"
The Ghost stands up, and the room clears a path for him. "Daniel, take the others downstairs and secure the area, any fucking savage who moves, dies."
"Yes sir."
Once the doors shut, he locks them. "So, you seek to harm my family, Deska?"
The room grows frigidly cold, as the Ghost turns around, his eyes were bleeding. "What's the matter, you were all fun and games until the demon comes out, stalking you like prey. Don't back down now."
The Ghost equips his claw gloves as he marches to Deska. The True Ghost slams Deska's head off the table. "Anyone object to me kill him? growled the devil. The others try to muster the words, but nothing comes out. The True Ghost staples Deska to the wall using his claws. "I must say I enjoy the nickname you game me prince, being the Devil of the American Castle really suits me." grinned the Ghost.
Deska looks around, the others frozen in fear. "I'll let you live Deska, only if for my amusement. Oh, and don't worry, I'm always watching from behind these heroic eyes."
The room returns to normal, all of the delegates shaken by the sight. The Ghost stands up holding his head. "What'd I miss?" he asked standing up.
"Guards, arrest Deska and detain his whole clan. Commander Ghost of the American Clan, we will make sure he pays for his clans mistake."
"No, have him transported to the roof immediately." says the Ghost. "He wants to harm my people; he can watch as I wipe his off the face of this planet."
The Ghost left the hall and met up with his people. "Daniel, tell Jarin, take Enola and reduce the Deska Triad to atoms."
The Ghost turns his focus to Madie. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just spooked is all."
"They are going to answer for this, the Oppenheimer way."
A few minutes pass and the Ghost and his small team join the others on the roof.
"Echo Gamma, this is Gamma Oscar, eliminate that village."
"Roger that Gamma Oscar."
The Ghost grips the back of Deska head forcing him to watch. The Enola Gay flies over head and another 100-miles to the Deska Triad village.
"Don't do this!"
"You brought this upon yourselves."
The flash blinds Deska and the other leaders.
"Your home, your people, have been reduced to atomic particles, you will always be shamed, and in addition to this, the coalition has stated, you are to by killed at the hands of the Prince. I've gotten my revenge, but you disrespected the Prince and every member of this coalition."
Deska looks to the Prince who removes his head and tosses his body off the tower. "Let this be a lesson, the Americans are my weapons, and I am their King! Any faction that seeks to hurt me, or the Americans, shall answer with the deaths of your people, and you."