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Nicostratus, Nereus, Citali, Adonai, and Christos were all divine kingdoms subjugated under conventional legislation that allowed their existence under the pretext that their allegiance remained with the most High, Xaphistis Yeshua Uriah and Yzark itself. Decadence and impiety of any kind was righteously punished and the rule of divine across the celestial plane was cogent and elementary. Anything inconsistent with the confluence of life was handled as was all things nefarious. Though Xaphistis' invidious decisions showed unmitigated prejudice throughout the world, Nicostratus had prevailed against all odds and become an enclave of which was distant from its predecessors and peers alike. The last of the royal family to have formally colonized, Anankos Dlviala held within him herculean might and iniquitous temperament necessary to march the stairs of glory with his kingdom upon his back. Even Xaphistis watched warily as Anankos' unstructured consciousness ceased to be and the endowment of feelings bled away through conflict, struggle, and war. Regardless of the purification of the world, Anankos remained the same, for their was no darkness, or bitterness in his heart, only cold nothingness that sparked the trenchant, forceful begging for understanding. While the other kings were sycophants to Xaphistis, Anankos served only his heart and the people, but one of the two had waned and become nothingness. In the wake of his confused heart he created the Invincible Army and within him was born the Vlustat Paradox for which would grant his three sons the power to kill Xaphistis. Ziyad, Ruddermag, Josiah.

Only one son remained alive.

Ziyad had removed his baubles yet remained an example of grandeur and elegance, the apotheosis of which Anankos had struggled to achieve. His chocolate complexion gave a resplendent shine that would catch many eyes in its feminine allure yet his eyes set an entirely different message. As his penchant suggested his insipid digits crossed themselves along his relocated throne, and with a slight gesture of movement all was still in palatial chamber where thousands lined the dim world below. Only two stood at each of his sides, to his right stood Maxim Evaristus, the second Interceptor, otherwise known as the Violet Knight - and to his left a more vulgar fellow who's impolitic actions and lack of a proper credo stirred fear within even Yzark itself.

"This is a waste of fuckin' time." a bitter, self-indulgent mountain of a man roared. It was Niraj Lazaros, and though he suggested his true identity was quite different, his saturnine dialect made it impossible to tell. Provoking a perpetual misunderstanding between himself and Maxim, the exasperated Violet Knight reached for the Gungir, the belligerence in his disposition accompanied with the utmost respect for the lordling giving himself full authority to execute any who spoke out of turn before the prince. Though Lazaros scoffed in return, Ziyad appeared to overlook and completely miss the Interceptor's outburst, though instead conscientiously evaluated the army of soldiers; experienced and trained though enigmatic as well. Their detestable behavior on the battlefield brought an odium to their name, vile and unrelenting they killed anything that moved and thrived on wanton violence - yet before the lordling himself who demanded deference, the utmost respect was given. Yet it was only at the summit of it all that one would be able to understand the trials which lie ahead, and just what infallible actions had to be made to change the world in their favor.

"Today marks another day of which we rave the distasteful circumstances in which we live..." Ziyad began, even the air becoming stiff in his sudden vocalization that ceased even the most hushed whispers within the chambers. "The enduring kingdom of Nicostratus remains the strongest and most independent of them all, including Yzark in all of its languid resolve..."

There appeared to be some confliction within the lordling, but it only lasted a second before he continued with renewed resolve, "So I will say this candidly without explication...our constrained situation had forced my hand to challenge the system imposed by the Apocypha of Yzark and Xaphistis himself!"

To everyone's surprise Ziyad's aversion came to the forefront and Maxim's semblance of calmness was misleading, though his fortitude far superseded his subjective opinion of the matter. Lazaros on the other hand was elated, while Maxim was a prim and staid individual Lazaros was boisterous and outlandish, everything he felt and believed in was visible, and his materialistic, simplistic way of viewing things proved just as much. Were he the usual prospective lordling, Ziyad would likely make the mistake that his father, Anankos had made in his demise, yet this was a peremptory order and from what any could deduce their ignominy was complicated and rooted in the Vlustat's ideology. Audacious and commanding, Ziyad understood that the parity of the kingdom's relationship was interminable, and only by asserting themselves and transcending the preordained possibilities could they change they change the world to it's proper stratum.

"I am no longer lost in the reverie that is time, I have a newly founded understanding of this world...and now I will destroy."

The army below became the hounds of hell, roaring with such ferocity that it was impossible to disagree with the lordling's new resolve.

The ostensible visage of Maxim betrayed his majesty, but he knew it was only by Ziyad's empathy that he had been allowed to exist as was.

"Lazaros you will lead. Maxim you will accompany me to the strategy hall meeting, the rest of the Interceptors are to be there as well. Dismissed."

Lazaros was pleased with the outcome of Ziyad's announcement and bowed himself out with tremendous laughter following his exit, though Maxim's displeasure began to show more and more, only when Ziyad left did his face of scorn become reality. To destroy the system of heaven itself, did even Ziyad have the authority? Yet perhaps it was the lack thereof that pushed him to such extremities. Thinking of the situation and it's consequences, Maxim looked down to the empowered army below and shook his head in displeasure. Though their bloodlust was peerless, Maxim had seen this once before in the life he lived before dying and becoming an Interceptor. 

And that very kingdom fell with no one to mourn their deaths.