"Everyone is doomed to repeat history. That's where I come in."~ Ryze, The Rune Mage
Late chapter. Had an assignment.
Wow the DMC show is garbage. How do you take the greatest cool guy in gaming history and put him as a secondary character in his own show? What is this? DMC4? At least that had Nero to offset the cringe. Why is America even invading the demon realm? You are telling me that the demons aren't strong enough to beat random soldiers? Why are there good demons?
Man people get paid for being writers. This is the kind of stuff that gives me confidence to keep going. It is the fact that despite every decision I take in this story.... it will always be better than the stuff these lot get paid to write.
Also.... I screwed up. Tianna's husband is dead. Sylas gets him in the game. I have updated the last few paragraphs of Chapter 109 to reflect the changes.
Anyway, enjoy!
Hope the ending tickles your fancy!
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Gregori nodded at the words.
"But..."
His face hardened as he looked at Jarvan.
Jarvan continued with a small smile on his face, "We need to verify your identity." He raised his hand in their direction, "It is not often that we get messengers. And one brining word of war at that...."
"What would you like me to do your highness?" Gregori asked calmly.
"Answer a few questions." Jarvan replied, "We have among us someone who delas with the Freljord and Avarosa." Jarvan nodded to Xin Zhao, who in turn motioned to someone, "You have to answer questions from him."
A few questions as a test?
If he was a more normal man, he would have laughed out loud.
Any spy worth their salt would have done the necessary information gathering before arriving here.
"Is..... that... it?" He asked slowly.
Jarvan let out a laugh. "Of course not!" He then turned tot he surrounding nobles and called out, "Lady Buvelle.... If you could do the honors of verifying the truth."
At those words, a slender and graceful woman stepped forth. Her clothes were different from the normal Demacian garb. She was wearing a long flowing gown, in a beautiful blue with gold borders along the edges. Her blue hair was long, easily reaching her knees, the edges of her hair were a pale yellow.
She placed herself next to Gregori and placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded to the king.
Than hand was soft to the touch and was as if a feather was placed on his shoulder and not a hand. He did not react and let her hand rest there. Jarvan had something planned.
Gregori spotted other nobles scoffing at her and he could see a group preparing themselves to react if anything went wrong.
Out of the corner of his eye, he also noticed a certain guard taking a few steps back, trying to blend in with the other guards. But Gregori had already marked him. No amount of blending in would save him. The only exit for his was behind Gregori. In every sense of the word, that guard? He was fucked.
Another man scurried forth and placed himself in between the king and the messenger, "My lord." He bowed and spoke in a shaky voice.
"Danil ask your questions." Jarvan ordered.
"Yes your highness." The man scrambled up. He turned to Gregori and asked, "Who was the first person you met from the tribe?"
"Jorde." Gregori answered, "He picked us up from Naljaag and led us to Avarosa."
Danil's brows furrowed. "Naljaag has been destroyed for nearly a year. Why were you at a destroyed place?"
Gregori's eyes widened. That was new information. "What about the nomads who visit there?"
"You still haven't answered my question." Danil answered.
"Naljaag was not destroyed at that time. It was not maintained. Yes. But not destroyed." Gregori felt a kind of rage build up. If the nomads were dead.....
The hand on his shoulder tensed.
With a sigh, Gregori calmed down and looked toward the king. But no one was looking at him.
Their eyes were all on the young woman.
She nodded solemnly.
Danil nodded at the woman and looked at Gregori, "Is the Warmother married?"
Gregori nodded. "Married to a single man. Bloodsworn and Oathsworn."
"The Warmother is not married." Danil shot back.
Gregori shook his head. "She is. To a man named Tryndamere. Kind. Strong. Very difficult to kill."
Danil stared at Gregori to see if he was bluffing.
"Has an anger problem though." A comment cut through the silence.
"Shut up Sydell." A furious whisper immediately shot out from Rell.
Sydell looked offended. "What? Its the truth."
"Sydell." Gregori turned. "Please stay silent until we are done here."
The boy nodded in seriousness.
Heads then turned to the woman once more.
She nodded.
It was then Gregori understood Jarvan's earlier claim. She was verifying the truth. This woman.... Gregori looked at the hand on his shoulder and then to the woman's face.
She was magical.
It was quite obvious.
They were probably covering it up as a result of some magical artifact. There were plenty of those and Demacians were not averse to using them. Hypocritical. But who would stand up to them?
However this woman.... she was definitely magical. Gregori could sense it in her. That ebb and flow. Under immense control but still present. Still under his detection.
Danil spoke once more, "How many Iceborn are there currently?"
"Five." Gregori answered. "Every Iceborn in the tribe was called back in preparation of an attack and another was sent as support by the only applied tribe."
With a shocked look, Danil turned to the woman.
She nodded once again.
"Is your name truly Gregori Hastur?" Jarvan cut in.
"Yes." Gregori answered. It might not be his birth name but it was his name nonetheless.
The woman nodded once more.
"Well then..... we have sent a few scouts to confirm the message. Until that is done, please stay in the city." Jarvan spoke to him.
Gregori nodded. It wasn't a request but an order. Jarvan's words were posed in a way that made it seem like he was giving him a choice.
He wasn't.
Demacia would be where they stayed for a little while. He could take care of the other issues by then.
"Thank you Lady Buvelle." Jarvan nodded to the woman.
She nodded back.
She was probably mute. That was obvious. She would have spoke up otherwise.
"That is all." Jarvan turned away from him and focused on the nobles, "Once word of an attack is confirmed, all of you will be summoned once again. For war preparation." After those words, with a smile he asked, "What else is on the agenda today?"
An open ended question to the nobles.
Gregori used the opportunity to move to the side. Toward Eileen.
A noble stepped forth asking about support on something but Gregori did not pay attention to the man. Instead, turning to Eileen, he spoke, "The guard. That one." He nodded in the direction.
"I noticed." She replied. "Are you sure?"
"He has heard my name." Gregori answered. "Noxians fear that name to this day. He recognized my name and fears it. He is a spy." It wasn't him trying to convince her but rather him just stating a fact.
Eileen stared at him for a moment before slowly nodding. "You have a lot of secrets." She stated.
"What is a man without secrets?" Gregori answered. "It is proof of my experiences."
Eileen cracked smile. "Alright old man."
Gregori let himself smile at that comment.
"Your highness... I request of you to increase our funding." A man stepped forth. "With the loss of Lord Eldred our organization is falling apart." Than man had have his face covered with a metal mask.
Gregori knew the kind. The man's purple and white robes. He was an elite. An Elite Mageseeker.
Jarvan leaned back on his chair. "Why should I?" His hand tapped the arm rests almost lazily. "The loss of the Mageseekers have worked in our favor. People are happier. Mage or not. Should I remind you of the number of innocents your group murdered immediately after the rebellion?" The tapping sped up, "Instead of wiping you all out myself, I am letting you fizzle out. Making sure your ideology falls with you."
He rested his head on one hand lazily but everyone could see that he was fully serious. There was nothing laid back about his position.
Commotion erupted.
"But your highness, the mages need to be captured!"
"Those aren't people but creatures your highness!"
The Mageseeker smiled hearing the support.
"Your father supported the cause!" A voice yelled.
Jarvan slammed his fist onto the throne. "MY FATHER IS DEAD!"
Silence reigned.
"AND I AM KING!" Jarvan's voice fell but rose in intensity. "I am king. I lead this country. I will decide what's best for it."
As his words echoed through the chamber.....
BOOOOMMMMMMMMM
All heads in the courtroom turned to the windows.
Gregori stiffened as he pushed through the group. His heart dropping with every step.
A silhouette of a large dark creature could be seen towering over the structures.
ROAAAAAARRRRR
An unholy shout echoed through the Great City of Demacia.
"JAMES!" A woman shouted. Noble.
"YOUR HIGNESS!" Gregori yelled. "BY RIGHTS OF A MESSENGER I CALL FOR YOUR PROTECTION!"
The courtroom stilled at the shout.
The noble woman was reduced to a sobbing mess.
"What.....?" Jarvan uttered coldly.
Stepping forward, Gregori eyed the king, "Protect my children while I deal with that." His finger reached out pointing to the window.
"You know what it is?" Jarvan asked.
Gregori nodded. "I am the only one who can stop it. but in order to do so.... I need you to watch over my children at all costs."
Jarvan sat up and nodded. "I shall grant you protection under the messenger rights."
Gregori turned to his children, "You are allowed to protect yourself with magic in case of danger. Annie." He turned to his daughter, "If things go really bad, have Tibbers come out."
His kids nodded, Annie shook Tibber's head for it.
"Go near the king." Gregori spoke. "He has promised to keep you safe." He turned to Eileen. "Go after the spy and then focus on keeping my children safe."
"Please! Save my son.." The noble woman pled as she clutched at his clothes.
Gregori saw her desperation. He saw himself in those eyes. The same look he had as he carried a comatose Daisy to the nomads.
"Come with me." He spoke. "Tell me everything you know."
She nodded as she bit her lips, tears still flowing.
As they reached the exit of the courtroom, he turned back, "Do not leave this room. Things will be very dangerous. I will try to save as many as I can."
Pushing the doors open, he walked out.
CRACK
CRACK
He cracked his neck and stretched as he walked to the beasts. Caalyx was inside.
It was time to face another Darkin.
(Please read the AN. Especially the ending where I have highlighted a change.)