Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

There was a clamor as Gynaika took to the podium, it wouldn't be too farfetched to say that she was incredibly happy about the current state of things. What she had in this life, or rather what she was gaining from it was everything she ever wanted from life and more. Some might say she was too greedy and conniving, but she would tell them that in life everything you own would only be yours when you seize it for yourself. Ambition is why man has thrived to the point of creating an entire world that could house and safely store 99% of the entire human population in the face of a cataclysmic event, this might be completely out of character, but she had to say that this was pretty damn awesome!

"Biancans! I bid you all a good evening! I would have loved nothing more than to have this gathering under the warm touch of the sun, but I have to admit, the ambience of the moon this evening is quite soothing and beautiful. It shows exactly what nobility and great achievements truly is. And above all. Nothing more than the moon shows the regality of our great King's bloodline, the bloodline of a Primordial vampire!

But that is neither here nor there, I have to admit Morte Bianca and her jewel Necron have been through quite a difficult time ever since the Rejuvenation. Since that time we've have lost plenty; our friends, our lovers, our children, our families and out power. But in Death there is life, in death there is rebirth! It is a creed that Morte Bianca's foundation has been built upon, and it is a creed that I and the king wholeheartedly believes in. take a look AROUND!"

Gynaika paused as her words resonated with the audience, just as she asked they took a look around. The massive domed building behind her with walls of concrete and steel and a painted glass ceiling that could be seen from their location on the extremely expansive lawn that the opening ceremony was currently taking place in. the neatly trimmed hedge and bushes, the statues of Rezar Deathwind dotting the entirety of the college of judges, the crisp evening air and the bright lights that made it even more beautiful that it would have been during the daytime, and all of this has been achieved under their watchful gaze and struggles, it was truly beautiful.

"She's right you know, take a very good look my people, there's so much that has been achieved, we've come far haven't we."

There was just something about Rezar that many people couldn't help but agree with, the young King had a presence and a voice that could never be ignored. He didn't even have to speak loudly for the thousands of people to hear him, this was his city, literally everything that was here gave him power and existed to make him stand out. A path was made for him as the people who had attended the ceremony hastily fell into a bow when the famed Bone King decided to grace them with his presence.

He was actually wearing simple street clothes, one of the advantages of the rejuvenation was the change of fashio0n from the medieval/fantasy kind to the ones many of the people here were quite familiar with back on earth. And Rezar was all too happy to follow the trend wearing a simple t-shirt with a grey hoody, black jeans and grey sneakers to top it off. His hair was disheveled and fell over his face, but his blue eyes could still be seen blazing like a beacon from behind his silver white locks. Though not much highlight had been placed on it, but Rezar actually had tattoos on his body, a mark of sorts from death that up until not many people actually knew glowed in the night.

So as simple as he looked, the king of Morte Bianca was almost completely ethereal in his presence, his visage would be described as exotic and irresistible. He had the presence of a monarch, and not just any kind of monarch, one that had the power to pluck the moon and the starts and the blazing sun from the sky with just a swing of his hands. As Rezar moved through the crowd, a six-year-old boy had forced his way forward through the crowd, however his shuffling had annoyed an adult as the boy was pushed forward, right onto the body of the king, jostling him.

Rezar was like a mountain in the storm, unshakable by anything, the boy on the other hand felt as if he had rammed into wall as he fell back and started tearing up. There was a sharp intake of air from everybody as the person responsible quickly vanished into the crowd while the boy's parents quickly came out, immediately getting on their knees to beg for mercy. But a quick raise of an arm from Rezar had any words they had to say stuck on their throat as he knelt down in front of the boy, his eyes bleeding from Blue to red.

"You've just been pushed down and thrown onto the path of death, like many before you kid you're left with a choice. What would you do when death is staring at you, you fought your way through this crowd to catch a glimpse of the son of death, and now you're sitting on your ass in front of him, what will you do?" Rezar had no idea what he was aiming to achieve by doing this, but this was his curiosity in play, he really just wanted to see what the Kid will do. And honestly speaking of all the things he expected, it wasn't the subsequent actions of the boy, it completely caught him off guard.

"hi-H-hi! My name is Lawrence! Do you w-want to be F-fr-Friends! And C-C-Can you teach me to be strong so I can protect mummy and daddy, so that nothing happens to them like uncle James!"

Rezar blinked his eyes completely surprised and caught off guard, everyone else was watching with their hearts pounding and their breaths held within their lungs in fear of what Rezar would be saying in face of what the boy had just said. Or even worse if he would decide to not even say anything at all and take action instead. Rezar might be their king, but it wasn't as if he had the best reputation if they had to be honest, however just as the rumors say, the King of Morte Bianca really is full of surprises.

"Sure why the hell not!"