Chapter 16: Liberation of Latveria III

[Latveria]

[September 13th, 2006]

(3rd Person: POV)

Seated inside one of the numerous meeting rooms located within the royal palace, several individuals were having a heated discussion.

The individuals in question being the leaders of the country of Latveria itself.

Including its current monarch and King Vladimir Forutnov.

Along with his two sons, and heirs to the throne.

Rudolfo Fortunov, the crown prince of Latveria and Vladimir's eldest son, and Zorba Fotunov. Rudolfo's younger brother, and the second son of king Vladimir.

Now, as for what the group was discussing it was the current state of their country.

Namely the fact that all of them were in danger of being ousted from the positions of power they held within the country.

Because for the past seven months the internal state of Latveria had been undergoing a change.

To put it simply, it was currently in the midst of a revolution.

A revolution that was bent on getting rid of Vladimir and his allies.

The king and his allies having come to realize this several months ago when the group that called themselves the Latverian resistance, though Vladimir and his ilk simply called them terrorists, had made a change in their tactics.

No longer now did they simply attack, and then slink back into the shadows.

Instead now they proudly fought out in the open.

Assisted by weaponry and robots that put the Latverian military to shame.

But that wasn't what truly frightened Vladimir, his family, and their supporters.

No, what truly scared them all was the emergence of a new central figure and leader of the Latverian Resistance.

A man who called himself Doom.

An apt name.

Considering over the past seven months since he appeared Doom had sent many of Vladimir's, and by extension the royal families, biggest supporters to meet their Doom.

By his hands.

Like death incarnate he ended the lives of those he sought out as easily as breathing.

Which Vladimir and his remaining supporters hoped would allow them to paint Doom as the villian.

But they never even got a chance to try their plan out.

Since the people of the country had come to love Doom and see him as a savior almost immediately after he appeared.

Now after all these months were completely rallied behind the man.

Which thanks to that, and several other factors, had allowed Doom and those who follow him to effectively take Latveria for themselves.

Now Vladimir's regime only still had control of a very small portion of the country, centered around the capital city where he and those remaining loyal to him are currently located.

But they know Doom and his followers are coming for them.

Hence the meeting.

"Flee. We must flee." A general of the army spoke up.

"Coward!" A different general shouted. "To flee from simply one man is pathetic."

"I agree." Rudolfo spoke up. "Instead of fleeing from this Doom, let us throw everything we have at him and finally put an end to his existence. For once he falls then so shall this so-called "resistance" and the people will come back to their senses. Lest we need to remind them why we rule in the first place." He said.

"So foolish brother." Zorba said. "Do you not see your plan would turn Doom into nothing but a martyr. Then things would get even worse."

"Then what are we supposed to do brother?!" Rudolfo shouted. "Negotiate? Don't make me laugh. I think we all know Doom is not a man who will want to negotiate with us."

"I was not going to suggest that. I was going to say we call upon our allies for assistance." Zorba suggested.

Getting murmurs of agreement from those inside of the room.

"Not to be rude my prince, but do you really think that is the best option?" An advisor questioned. "Considering how this resistance has been one step ahead of us at every turn." He said.

Which was true.

For ever since the Latverian resistance changed its battle tactics they had been tearing apart Vladimir's forces.

Hitting their supply convoys, and liberating one camp or prison after another.

It was almost like the resistance knew their plans almost immediately after they made.

But Vladimir had checked for spies, and had found none.

After disposing of any he thought might be course.

He even ordered a search for any surveillance technology, but had found nothing.

Yet the resistance still knew of his and his peoples plans.

Infuriating the man to no end.

'How? How is this happening?!' Vladimir angrily thought.

He was king. This was his country and his people.

Yet none man was taking everything that belong to him.

"Doom! When I get my hands on you I'll make sure you'll be begging for the sweat embrace of death before I am done." Vladimir seethed. A look of pure anger on his face.

"High unlikely. Considering what you just spoke of Vladimir will be happening the other way around." A voice suddenly spoke in the room.

Shocking everyone inside of it.

Since they all knew who that voiced belong to.

They had heard it on the radio, and on the television screen.

It was the voice of Doom.

"Doom, here!"

"How did he get in?!"

"Summon the guards, quickly!"

The advisors and generals inside of the room shouted out orders, and fell into complete chaos.

Until Vladimir spoke up.

"Silence!" He shouted.

Quieting all present in the room.

Immediately after he did so the flat screen on the back wall of the room turned on, and showcased an image of Doom.

Who was sitting on a throne, his hands clasped in front of him.

Seeing this those inside of the meeting room began to murmur, and feel dread.

Since they all recognized the throne Doom was seated on.

It was the one in the throne room of the castle they were in.

"You dare?!" Vladimir shouted.

"Doom does dare you pathetic man." Doom replied. "For this is no longer your throne, but mine." He said.

"Guards! To the throne room! Go and bring me that disrespectful peasant so that I may deal with him myself!" Vladimir shouted.

Yet no response came.

"Guards! Guads!" Vladimir shouted several more times.

But got no response no matter how much he yelled.

 Which led to him getting out of his chair and heading over to the door to open it.

Only as soon as Vladimir got close enough the door swung open and hit him square in his face, breaking his nose.

"Agh!" Vladimir shouted. Falling on his back. Blood flowing out his broken nose.

While this happened several people, and Doombots, entered into the room and surrounded Vladimir, his sons, and his advisors.

Shocking them all.

For the people alongside the Doombots were those from the Latverian resistance.

Including one of their leaders, Zora Vukovic.

Standing above Vladmir she had a serene smile on her face.

Just as she kicked the man right between his legs, using her left foot.

"Agh!" The man screamed, as his nuts were destroyed.

But Zora cared not for his cries of pain.

Instead she hoisted him up and threw up back into his chair. Before smacking him across the face with the butt of her GLOCK 19 pistol.

She then spoke.

"Watch the screen and listen. Don't speak." Zora ordered.

Yet Vladimir ignored her.

He tried to speak.

Only to get smacked in the face with the butt of Zora's gun again.

Which she continued to do until Vladimir followed her instructions.

To shut up and listen.

Once he did Doom, who had been watching events transpiring, finally spoke up again.

"Good." Victor said. "Now to get down to business."

"Business. What business could we have with terrorists like you?" Rudolfo asked.

Only to get slapped him the face by a Doombot.

"You are mistaken you pathetic worm. it is you who are the terrorists. While me, and those who follow and stand beside me, are in the right." Doom explained. "And since that is the case there is only one thing left to do. Rid our country of you lot once and for all."

"You! Do you think you'll get away with this?!" Zorba shouted. "Killing an entire royal family of a country. The world will come for you head!" He exclaimed.

"No, I think not." Doom replied.

A moment after he did so multiple new and smaller windows then opened on the flat screen.

Some displaying video's, while others displayed bank account records.

Leading to Zorba shutting right up. Along with his father, brother, and the rest of their closest allies in the room.

For the videos on display on the flat screen showcased those under their command committing atrocities. Such as killing innocent civilians. Along with numerous other crimes. While the displayed bank records statements showed almost everyone in the room that allied with Vladmir and his family, including they themselves, had taken money and been involved in various illegal dealings.

"As you can plainly see I have records of the crimes you so-called leaders have committed. Not simply against your own people but against the world. And I am not trying to bluff, all this information is entirely accurate. Which is why I will be handing it over to the United Nations as soon as this is all over. So that no issues may arise as I start my new life as Latveria's monarch." Doom spoke.

For he was all set to become king.

Those in the resistance had agreed to help make him so. Given the leadership and ideas she shared with them for Latveria, ever since he joined them back in February.

"No. This can't be." Vladimir spoke.

"Stop deluding yourself. This is real, and it is happening." Doom spoke. "Along with this." He said.

Then a moment after Doom spoke another set of new windows opened up on the flat screen.

This time showcasing live video feeds.

Feeds which detailed the people of Latveria marching on and taking down any strongholds in the country that still remained loyal to Vladimir and his faction, with the assistance of Victor's Doombots of course.

There was even a group marching on the capital itself.

"No, no,no,no,no!!!" Vladimir screamed.

"Yes." Victor said. "Now you know the power Doom possesses!" He spoke.

Relishing in the fear and despair he saw in the eyes of Vladimir and his allies.

Making Victor feel once again how it is to be Doom.

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