Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Rezar wanted to look for the Muriel elf that had the title of royal tailor and maybe smash his or her head into a wall. It wasn't as if he didn't look good, but he was king of a kingdom that worshipped death, white seemed a little gaudy a color to have on., it reminded him of the time when he had gone to see the merchants of the Dustin Crowe Merchant company and ended up fighting their strongest fighter…. A fight that till date was still the hardest Rezar has had to go through…. Where was that guy anyway? And what was his name again?

"Your Majesty. The people are ready for you and the Broadcast has already been set up. All of Morte Bianca now await your presence." Priest said from Behind Rezar as he fidgeted in front of a mirror and cursed his luck and tailor. He felt the urged to rub his hand through his hair, but considering it has been slicked back with gel, and the old goblin stylist besides him have been glaring daggers at him for the past ten minutes, he would just have to make do with sighing and turning to follow priest out of his dressing room.

"We've come a long way haven't we Priest? If I'm being honest I would probably have been dead a long time ago if it weren't for you. But then again, so would you… or maybe you would have survived and gone on to do great things. After all you do have the knowledge of the ancients." Rezar said as Priest followed behind him in his own ceremonial black and white priest robes.

"I would never get a chance to leave my mark on this world again, my destiny now, is to serve. To serve and raise up new legends and heroes, new kings and villains. But above all, it will be to serve the line of Deathwind until my mind can remember no more.

Rezar paused and turned around to look at Priest, for a few seconds he didn't say anything as the older man slowly raised his head up to look at Rezar. There was so much left on said in both their gazes, but the words couldn't seem to find themselves, or rather they couldn't seem to form.

"You've been a good teacher to me Priest, and with the loss of my real life memories you're the closest thing I have to a father. Its why I rely on you for help and understanding, and guidance. I would honestly like to know, if there would have been a better way to get to where I am today, after all of the bloodshed and the conflict, and the lives of innocent that stain my hands and my honor.

Would there have been a better way to be king, a better way to become as powerful as I am now, without having to have stained my soul so much. I would like answers, but ultimately what I'm trying to say is…. Will I regret everything, will a day come when I would look back and regret some of my actions?" Rezar asked.

If anyone would ask Priest, he would say this question came out of the blue. It didn't even have a connection to what he had told Rezar about serving him and his family for all eternity. But then again Rezar was not as simple as most people thought he was. Sure he lacked a few colors of the emotional spectrum, and he probably had a few screws loose in his head. he may or may not be a complete psychopath with a penchant for murder and drinking blood.

But to Priest he was just a kid, Rezar's real world life didn't last long, while the young man had lost all semblance of the truth due to tampering from both Darkness and the people who forced him in here, the truth; not that it matters anymore anyway was that Rezar was just a fifteen-year-old boy caught in a romantic strife between his elder brother and the son of an extremely powerful family.

Before Elysium he was kind, gentle and had so much love and smiles for the world and the people around him. Priest wasn't sure why the tampering of his memories were necessary; the ensuing result had created a bloodthirsty king that would do anything and go any length to destroy his enemies. But it was in times like this, that a hint of the innocent and sweet boy who loved the world. It's been a while since he's been this vulnerable, he needed confirmation, he wanted to be sure that after everything, he was till the good guy.

Priest found it funny, Rezar never gave a damn whether the world saw him as good or bad, and above all why would he care about how the world saw him when he never gave a damn if he was good or bad, he just chose to do what would be in his best interest. Rezar was the true definition of a grey area, the black and white of good and bad did not apply to him, but then again Priest knew there was always a time in a man's life where questions would arise. No one was completely steadfast.

"Just keep moving forward your majesty, Elysium has always been bred for blood and war, regardless of what the brochures and the ads say. There is no good and bad in this world, there's only the strength of your fist and the honor in your heart."

Rezar gave a small smile, then he turned around raised his shoulders up high and marched forwards. Priest looked on with a melancholic smile on his own face, and behind it was a grin so sinister it would give many people pause. He had his schemes, but what he didn't see, was Rezar's own grin as he moved forwards, without a doubt, the student has learned well from the master.

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Rezar stood on the balcony of his palace as he looked over the crowd of people that had gathered below him. The lawn of the palace had been ornately decorated and there were a couple of giant metal spheres floating in the air. Those were cameras, utilizing the designs created by Bragan the goblin and working in tandem with the Geo-core that now overlooked much of the city's facilities.

Lenore and Gynaika were already waiting for him on the balcony, and as he walked onto it, Kitagawa, Alistair, Samira, Priest, Jason, Brutus and Screet walked right behind him. His undead had already evolved and undergone a variety of changes with both Brutus and Jason having a more humanoid form, with Brutus no longer being a bull, but a wraith. He was the stuff of nightmares, but still loyal to the one who gave him life.

Rezar took a deep breath as he moved his gaze from one end of the sea of people to the other. Apart for the people in front of him, on every settlement across the entirety of Morte Bianca's territory, there was probably a giant screen in the air, along with a spire made of steel and stone, erected and etched in each settlement. Be they simple settlements, villages, towns or cities, those spires stood there as a permanent record of what was going to happen today.

"My people, I think we've all know that a day like this would come. A day when we would have finally recognized how much of a family we've become, and acknowledge that fact. Morte Bianca has always been more than just a kingdom, more than just a simple collective of multiple races all working together for a common goal. The moment you become a citizen of Morte Bianca, a partaker of the dance of life and death and one who understands that all life must end, so we should cherish the one we have while it lasts.

Morte Bianca is family, and you the Biancans that have deemed this land worthy to be your home, are its members. But like all family there are differences, there situations that arise that would warrant astute laws and rules that would keep the peace between us all. Because ultimately we want this family to last, we want our home to always be prosperous, but this is not something that can happen without our efforts, without certain guidelines that we have to live by.

Contrary to what the world see's us as, Morte Bianca and her blessed city of Necron are not without honor. In fact, if there's anything we have spades of, it's our honor, out integrity and our truth. And that's something the world will never be able to take from us. And as such, I am not her to give you rules, or laws or guidelines. I am here to bestow upon you the creeds that you as a people would have to follow and let guide your life.

So hear me one and all, for on this momentous day. I shall give you the words of faith, that you may engrave it in your heart, the words of truth so that you can see it in your mind, and the path if honor so that you can follow it to the end. These are tenets of Morte Bianca, keep it close to your heart."