Dawn- An age of Darkness

Dick Miggins had three priorities in life. 

One, get stronger and have fun. 

Two, get laid and have fun. 

And three, have some more fun. 

He was awfully laid back and lately, with frequent visits to brothels, he almost looked like someone flying through cloud nine- all the time. 

His partner, the demon Servesta wasn't with him to keep a leash on him and as he was finally free, he went nuts. A bit too hard.

He was currently waiting for his so-called friends to arrive so he could hand some of their equipment over and be on his way. 

But after literally spending three whole weeks in this town and being with over ninety women, he couldn't find it in him to leave. 

Perhaps… he'd gotten addicted to the feeling. 

He was young, and he had a lot on his mind. And the best way to get rid of those complicated things?

Sex and booze.

He only had two months of life left. Though his life was amazing and he had his fun- he knew it'd all end. He knew everything would eventually come to a stop. He wasn't the protagonist. 

But he laughed at that and drank his feel. If everything would end whether he liked it or not, why wouldn't he just enjoy his current life to the fullest?

"Miss, another one! REFILL"

The bartender looked at the young man with pity. 

But the waitress gave him a refill anyway. 

He'd already been to two brothels tonight and he just finished four mugs of ale. To say he was drunk, was an understatement. 

He'd been living on the edge. He had enough money to carry on this way for maybe another three or so months.

But he looked dreadful- his health was taking a turn for the worse and lately, he might or might not have had started to take a particular drug for enhanced pleasure during those amazing times.

"To think, you've fallen this low."

A young hooded man- or perhaps not so young, sat on the same table. 

It was moderately late and the pub was mostly empty. 

Dick grinned. "But of course. Are you looking for a one-night, miss?" Dick didn't know what he was talking about. He wasn't even conscious anymore. 

But he was right about one thing, the hooded young man on the opposite side of the table, was in fact a girl.

The girl sighed. And started to chant certain words, but very softly. 

In an instant, a small amount of light enveloped Dick- small enough to not be seen by the naked eye. Dick's drowsiness wore off and for a minute, he'd regained his composure. 

"What the hell?" He stared at his own state in disbelief. 

He hadn't been sane these past three weeks. The drugs, the drinks, and the women had been pretty much all that was on his mind. 

But for the first time, he could see past them.

"Now." The girl took off her cloak.

"Su-Susan!"

"SO, I have a proposal for you."

***

From morning, Jowy had been receiving messengers after messengers. 

There were far too many things to deal with. 

His father's condition had worsened and lately, more and more lands were being enveloped in chaos. There were far too many elves who didn't like the current royal family and with the emperor bedridden, they were rising up and putting a resistance. 

Jowy had already received word that Daarc had made some sort of pact with men, the dwarves, and the demi-humans. And he was receiving their messengers. 

And the word of it was spreading rapidly. 

But this was only a trigger. A trigger for a revolt. 

After all, appointing a human for the post of the Archduke was already stretching the limits of their patience, even though Daarc was an apostle. And then there was the fact that humans and elves never saw eye to eye. 

In the distant past, there was a time when humans and elves fought battles, hand in hand. But that was a long time ago and no one remembered that past. 

Even if all the races of the dark realm were to unite, the old memories of war and disasters would never disappear. And that meant, so wouldn't hate. 

Meaning, the deal with men, dwarves, and the demi-humans were anything but welcome to the elves of the old. 

"You just had to go on and create a mess for me." Jowy sat on the throne with one hand supporting his cheek and the other hand dismissing his ministers. 

As all the people left the court- he let out a huge sigh and looked at the clandestine ceiling. 

"You know, sometimes, maybe having a bit of fun would help you vent your stress." But one woman hadn't left the court- she was part god.

"Umm… but my lady-"

"Didn't I say-" She put her finger on Jowy's lips and sat on his lap. "Call me-  Imazael," She whispered in his ears. 

Jowy, flustered, breathed rapidly. His face heated up and he looked beet red. 

Imazael giggled and got down from his lap, standing next to him. "One step at a time, Jowy. If you should do everything at once, you won't be able to do any of them with enough quality: and you'll only make a mess." Her voice was too soothing. 

For a second there Jowy thought his heart would stop. Lately, Imazael was actually being a little too aggressive. Ever since Daarc had left, their relationship had only developed further and further.

But even now Jowy couldn't bear to be near her. He respected her and loved her and yet- those two very feelings prevented him from being near her. 

'But- but- tonight-' But after three whole centuries of one-sided crush, he finally made up his mind. He couldn't let the lady make all the shots. After all, wasn't he a man!? 'I'll-'

***

Yawn!

A girl yawned way too loudly. She stretched on the ever so soft bed. 

She wasn't wearing anything, but her fur covered the most delicate parts of her body. Her golden yellow fur had brown stripes. A majestic pattern.

"MY lady, please show some shame!" 

There was only one maid in the room. 

"Shame? I don't need such filthy emotions." The girl laughed haughtily. "Bring me my axe." She climbed down and stretched again. 

Her skin was brown in color, her eyes were long dead, all she had were her round fluffy ears and a nose that'd bring the snow bears of Mont Hilda to shame.

The old maid couldn't help but sigh. "I will but please at least wear some underwear."

Annoyed as she was, the girl laughed again. "Fine." She put on the bare minimum and blasted open the door. Though it looked like a room from the inside, from the outside, it was nothing more than a tent: a rather sturdy one. There were various other such tents in the immediate vicinity. "Tonight's your last night, Gregor!" She laughed even louder as she glared straight ahead. She couldn't see anything, but her senses were telling her- there was a massive army up ahead- ten times more massive than hers and perhaps her death even. 

But there was no way she was going to back down now. After coming so far- there was no way.

The only thing on her face was a grin and the lust for blood and revenge. 

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