Dmitri

Guilds, clans, Great families, royalties and trexites.

That was supposed to be the hierarchy from lowest to highest but during the course of four years, the Drakonov clan showed the whole world they are not one to play around.

2 year ago

Saxon kingdom.

Brennia home of Count Aristole.

In the opulent personal garden of Count Aristole, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of exotic plants as two men, each a stark contrast, faced off across an intricately designed tea table.

Count Aristole, his black hair impeccably trimmed, donned an expensive one-piece suit adorned with a silver ornament cascading from the left breast pocket. "This has gone on long enough, Dmitri. It's time for you to end this feud," he declared, his tone dripping with condescension.

"..."

Seeing that, Dmitri did not speak Aristole nodded taking his silence as a sign of confirmation.

Aristole took a quick sip of the tea and settled it back onto the table.

"Good, with that done I would-"

"You seem to misunderstand something. "

Count Aristole brows arched in surprise as Dmitri interrupted unexpectedly.

"See I don't plan on stopping, I don't plan on letting anyone go not until all and I mean all of them are accounted for."

He said while looking at the count dead in the eyes.

"Do you understand what that signifies? Do you understand the amount of blasphemy you will be committing? The act of going against a noble, the very act of thinking of it is treason."

The count in an agitated manner said to Dmitri

Amidst the ongoing tension, Dmitri shrugged without care.

"Am not going after a noble family; Am just going after a branch."

....

Suddenly the count began laughing, he held his stomach and doubled down in laughter.

He continued laughing for a minute and then when it died down he addressed Dmitri.

"Looks like you all appear to have forgotten the power we nobles hold, while I understand that you might prevail, can you say the same about your family? About your other kids? Lord forbid if something suddenly happens to your wife and who knows she suddenly disappears. "

The count said the last line with a large smirk on his face and a voice laced with mockery.

A dangerous glint passed by Dmitri's reptilian eyes and the temperature rose tremendously.

"Remember this day count, it is the day your fate was sealed."

Dmitri threatened him in a low and menacing tone.

The count refused to reply and just smiled taking Dmitri's threat as a feeble taunt.

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In the present day, a thick blanket of smoke hung in the air, the acrid smell of burning debris permeating the surroundings.

From the engulfed building emerged a man, his hand clamped over a bleeding stump, a silent witness to the chaos he had orchestrated.

"Your fate was sealed all those years ago," declared a figure in blood-stained armour.

With a casual toss, he released a spherical object into the air.

The ball traced a graceful arc before settling on the ground, revealing itself to be the severed head of Count Aristole.

*swoosh*

A figure clad in black suddenly appeared beside holding a device.

"lord."

The figure said.

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me when am on a mission?"

Scolded Dmitri.

The figure bowed his head 90 degrees and stated.

"It from sir Ryuji, he said it was very urgent."

Hearing the person name Exavier stretched out his arm wondering why Ryuji called.

He took the device and placed it in his ear.

"What is it Ryuji."

".... "

"We found him."

The voice at the other end of the device said excitedly.

Immediately Dmitri conjured a huge flaming wings of fire behind him.

He took to the sky creating loud sonic booms as he was moving.

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Engrassia city

Greyhart hospital.

On the highest floor of the hospital, a group of people were prancing around the hallways.

They were seven in number.

A young man with bright red hair with long dark red horns was consoling a middle-aged woman with vibrant purple hair.

Seated next to the vibrant purple-haired woman was another woman with long brown hugging her shoulder from the side.

Across them were two young ladies, one with crimson red hair and graceful curved horns sitting crossed legs with her eyes closed and the other with short brown hair whose hands were pressed together.

In a small corner, a man with a goatee and a small frame can be seen tapping his shoulder and relating his back to the wall.

Bang!!

Everyone looked towards the sound.

The door burst open with pure force and a man with flaming red hair and smoking armour walked through.

"Dad."

The lady with crimson red hair cried out.

"Where is he?"

The man inquired.

"Relax Dmitri, old Grey is in with him at the moment."

The other man with a goatee replied.

Dmitri moved closer to him and lightly tapped his shoulders.

"Thanks a lot, Ryuji."

He said with a genuine smile.

"It's okay go be with your family they need you."

Ryuji said.

Dmitri nodded and walked towards the girl with red hair who was now standing and enveloped her in a warm hug.

She received the hug and he could hear her low sobs echoing through the room.

He kissed her head and consoled her in a gentle voice.

"Don't worry he will be okay."

Dmitri continued to slowly pat her back while keeping an eye on his wife.

The hallway was quiet and only the occasional sobs of the young lady decorated it.

The situation was tense with everyone holding on to little hope.

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The day became darker, slowly night fell and the group of people were still there.

1:45 am.

The huge double door opened and an old man with a long dark cane stepped out.

Seeing the old man the group rushed him wanting to know the situation.

With a tired smile on his face, the man answered the question all wanted to know.

"He is okay."

A collective sigh reverberated throughout the hallway.

With some hugging each other and others shedding tears of joy.

Old Grey raised his hands to capture their attention.

"Now we just-"

Boom!!!

A body flew out of the double door.

Bang!!

Another was sent flying with the two ararmsroken.

Tap

Tap

Tap

The culprit opened the door and everyone gasped.

"Azel!!"

The woman with vibrant purple hair cried out.

"shit."

Old Grey said.

Azel's body slowly swayed and....

"Somebody catch him!!!"

Ryuji warned from behind.

He fell.