Secret Existence

Dawning

The smell of metallic substances gradually rose in the air. The sun unwelcomely lathered skins and winds blew harshly like those in glacial spaces. It mattered not whether day or night; this was the fate that befell a prosperous land.

In no matter of time, cases of violence, heresy, and strife flapped their strong wings over the various cities of Italy. One minute a simple man would be walking down the streets, the next, he and another; sometimes a multitude of people would clash.

Unfortunately, most times the innocent would end up being decapitated while the evildoers walked away strutting to the happy tunes of chaotic enamor. Sotofore, many people were ushered into silence, and the cries of the vulnerable tortured many souls; mostly the peacemakers or philanthropists who wished to quell their despair.

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I met upon several generals, including city chiefs who came to the palace's court to make reports of the surging conflicts that ran rampant in, among, and throughout the streets.

My portfolio had become extremely occupied with the hearings of these tumultuous discrepancies from miles around. The more I saw the punishments the people were facing, the more I felt like I'd lost my humanity.

Like other days, I sat amidst several military supervisors and officials as I watched the dance of death is performed for the umpteenth time this month. There are several cases to be tried; all stemming from one simple matter.

Hereafter, the conflict drew in a large group of hybrid slaves and servants who allegedly massacred an aristocratic family of Vampires.

Intense drumming boomed like thunderclaps as soldiers pulled in the chained group. The military heads stood to watch as they oversee the procession and soldiers stood guard in every corner and crevice of the widely spaced yard.

"All rise for the imperial edict of Her Majesty."

"Her Majesty Ilitia declares in the case of the contemptuous killing of the High official Cisar, his third maiden and descendants, that the perpetrators of the State be put to death for treason, unless there otherwise be proven, by any subject or the traitors themselves, so their case is turned upon such intervening or differing circumstances."

After the reading and honouring of the edict, everyone seated themselves. The eyes of all turned upon the alleged offenders. My eyes fluttered while my heart wrenched at the horrendous contact of the weaponry on the body of the so-called suspects. There were creatures of all ages; from teens to elderly persons, who kneeled lowly before the platform which held the guillotine. Their eyes fearfully and tearfully laid upon each other and upon the heavily armed men encircling them.

Some part of my heart bleeds for them. Like an innocent child, I hoped that what they were being accused of wasn't true. I looked about the various officials, generals, their sects out of mere wonderment and curiosity. All sat with poker faces yet one stood out to me the most.

My sharp eyesight zoomed in on the particular group; the vampires spearheaded by Prince Tyrez. He sat carelessly on his steel and gold embezzled seating. I also took in his ministers and leaders, then a darkly masked figure who met eyes with mine simultaneously. If I'm not mistaken the shadow-like figure smirked at me.

Since no one came forward, the officiating supervisor from Tyrez's sect carried forth the decree. One by one they were led up to meet their sorrowful fate.

Looking back down, I saw the figure make some sort of signal toward one of the military officials which were followed by a number of other soldiers. Soon after, I watched as they clanked their Steelers cups and performed some ritualistic art form.

For an official who was classed as a wicked traitor of their sect, these people were sure to sweeten their words for him onto the ears of the public.

How can lower class people have uninterrupted access and the perfect time to s*******r an entire yard of heavily armed men plus the family without a trace? How can they move undetected or have access to very expensive weaponry sold only to high state men?

Nevertheless, I fail to understand the details of their report. To me, it just does not add up. There was no evidence of such an event nor witnesses. I feel there's more than what was shown on the surface. Sadly, if no one talks otherwise, I can't extend mercy out of personal feelings or emotions. Indeed, these are cruel times.