Death Games
Queen Siren's Letter
“You—” Doxia pointed it out. “Hei! What the fuck?!”
“What?”
“That horrible sight!”
“Of course the spectacle here,” replied casually Aza then sat down next to Horusca.
“Tonton? What kind of taste is that?!” Doxia looked emotional.
“Why are you angry? It wasn't your head that hung there?”
“Can-can Mr. Aza joke like this,” Riz chimed.
“You guys are overrated,” he chuckles.
“Near says there are two monsters.”
Aza Ergo glanced at the young man in bed. It looks like his figure is stroking the head of his pet snake.
“Good, if you know there are monsters. That means I don't have to explain it anymore. Looks like, our trip will be stalled for the next few days.”
People were staring directly at the empusa official. What he had just said, was clearly inviting shock to all of them.
“Why?” Reve, who had fallen, rose from his sleep and sat down properly.
“There will be a massive meeting. I hope, you guys stay hidden here so as not to cause a commotion.”
“Massive meeting?” Rexcel scrunched up a confused face.
“Yes, so stay calm and sit sweetly here. Or maybe you want to meet old Criber outside this room.”
“What!” peekkik shocked Doxia. “G-guru is here?!”
“Yes. Maybe even the higher-ups you met at the Crystal Hill will also come here. So just follow what I say, don't get out of here. Or you want all goals destroyed for ignoring my warning,” his grin while alternately staring at Reve and Horusca.
“But, is there any guarantee we won't get caught?”
The words of the red-haired youth, made the strokes on Aza's lips instantly disappear.
“Once you know, it's possible you'll be caught. But, this is the red palace. The area we inhabit the area where Blerda lives. No one would dare approach him. I hope you guys don't act, because we're hiding behind his back.”
“Looks like he was a great guy until you subverted him,” Reve said it without further ado.
“Yah .. because he's an amazing King. Then I'll go first. But take it easy, because the service will be very pleasant here.”
They could only look at the back of the high-ranking man who was laughing. The door of the room was closed again, there was really no other newcomer except himself or the Hydra King who stayed somewhere.
Moments passed with those who spent the day just hiding. Somehow the fate of everything is next.
In the palace, belonging to the legendary serpent nation, a red crow three times larger than usual flapped its wings so quickly. Fly in the air, circling the luxurious residence emblem of the life of the owner of the highest throne.
The Hea Alcendia who had just come out of the library was startled at him. Soon he opened the window, and the animal went straight in from the crack.
“Most message?” the voice of someone distracts him.
“It looks like so.”
“But, an animal of this size—” suddenly the crow landed on a foothold before them. It instantly exploded, and turned into an unfathomable figure. A large chunk in a black cloth dripping with blood.
“I-it!” pekik Hea was shocked to see it. He went straight up to the object and took a small golden tube tied to the cloth. “Surat?” his sodor on Revtel behind him. “What is this?”
Tacit.
Both were silenced by the gift in the cloth in the hand of Hea. A piece of hand as well as a foot flashed horribly in front of the eyes. “What the fuck is this?”
The jaw on Revtel's face stiffened. Slowly, wrathful strokes flashed real, as the hand opened the golden tube containing the letter inside.
Highest greetings, the Siren King.
BLERDA SIRENA'S.
My best wishes to anyone who reads it.
The affection of the Gods, and the blessing for the thirteen nations, the ten listed, the three drowned in the real. Five abilities, thirteen King seats. And singing for all of us.
Stretching out the arms of the Sirens, I invite the Kings and also their princes to attend our pride palace.
As it should be, the key to the legacy of the desecrated Kings, as well as the bloody gift as a proof of judgment, I send you an apology.
Bloody executions have been carried out by adjudicating several Siren nobles as well as Empusa.
And for all that, the meeting in the Siren nation's Glass Hall will begin after five days of invitation letter sent.
BLERDA SIRENA
HYDRAGEL KERS
AZA ERGO
“What the hell is this?!” peek surprised Reoa Attia read it. Not only himself, Beltelgeuse Orion and Serpens who was the right hand of the king of gyges stared intently at the letter in the hands of his colleague.
“So how?”
Serpens looked at Orion who asked. “You top brass, go there.”
“Your Majesty?”
“Entahlah. I'll bring this letter to his palace."
In a castle with lighting just from candles hanging on the wall, a man about 27 years old walked down a long hallway.
Just by himself, his steps echoed like neat music. The scent of blood occasionally wafted along with the smell of poppies. The murmuring of water resounded, under the floor of his footing.
The road is over the river if people see it from out there. Slowly, his body came to a halt in front of the hole. Big enough to bury three dead bodies, but it was not a grave but a path down with a staircase decorated with darkness.
Apparently, the welcome there will not be accompanied by candlelight anymore as lighting.
Finally, his figure came to a halt in front of a gate. Of wood, but carved. It's a twin dragon painting, and it's beautiful to look at.
Once inside, there were five coffins. Parallel to each other to the south, surrounded by a wall fence decorated with fire.
On the floor on the edge, there was a small niche as a puddle. But it was filled with blood.
And the figure that came, stared fixedly at one of the coffins.
LB, that's how two letters are carved on top of the casket cover. He slowly touched it, muttering the word with his baritone voice.
“There was an invitation from the Siren King. It seems like a big deal, since the name of the Hydra King and the empusa higher-ups are also listed in it. Do you want to go there?”
Silence, no answer. The man who touched the coffin again confirmed his standing position. Slowly, something creaked in front. A sign that the inhabited long box began to open to show off the figure in it.
“Blerda? I think he's totally insane, giving a corpse cut to a respectable nation like this. What does Hexar say?”
“Come on a walk,” replied the chimera official to his partner.
“Ah, that homegrown boy never saw the outside world huh.”
“That's how,” while hand throws a headless half body piece of black cloth, towards their King's pet.
“Are you coming?”
“Of course. When else would you see a beautiful woman like Blerda? I heard he's the best of his people.”
“Ah, that siren Queen will definitely pull out her nails if she hears your babble.”
“Not the pet? I heard he's the only one who can call scodeaz (controller) the Gods.”
“Capricorn Only. Well, at least he's great.”
“She's beautiful and sexy.”
“Your brains are perverted, damn it!”
But in different areas, strong winds blow rough. Green land filled with tall buildings. The aroma of burning and cooking spices resounded on several sides. Of course, the frenetic form of laughter or shouting ripples in the unspoiled periphery.
“Letter from siren? The first time his king took a direct part here. Looks like, this is really a big deal.”
“What should we do, Sir? Sending this to the human world? Or are you the one who left?”
“Mm .. It looks like, we're the only ones leaving. The old mongoose must be reluctant to respond to something like this.”
“Alright, if that's your decision.”
“Oh yes, where is Mr Ivailo? Since I came back I never saw him again.”
“I heard he went to collect crystals.”
“Truly persistent man.”
“I think so too. He, absolutely amazing.”
And a black cloth containing pieces of thigh to toe, burned in the fireplace. So concentrated was its aroma, it began to decorate the room with a strange smell of grilled meat. And those two figures, only casually paying attention to the apparition before him.