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                  O’ to be a MONARCH, with SHROUDED face, a hood or SILVER and BLACK,                   dawned his face, like the FIRST LIGHT in the early hours, just a GLIMMER of                   skin so FRAGILE and PALE. Unlike those around him, he was different in size                   and shape and EGO. The whole streets bent to his POWER, each turn of his                   ACCORD. Nothing here didn’t seem too UNFAMILIAR, this land was                   INFLUENTIAL in his past, his last visit had led to ALLIANCE, but like the                   Nazi-soviet pact, neither were PLANNING to keep the treaty ALIVE, and when                   the BURNT EMBERS of the funeral pyre SMOKED, so did the BARREL OF                   VENGEANCE of the opposite countries. 

                  Sephiroth was tall, athletic and charming, DRAPED in nothing but WEALTH,                   his CHAMBER full of SYSTEMATIC money making SALVATIONS. He’d taken                   the throne in name of his FATHER and brothers, the last KING being subject to                   his last LOVER. This man was DIGNIFIED in sight, his ANGULAR  face still                   showered in the darkness of his ROBES that covered IVORY and steel in                   SHADOWS of depth and ANGER. 

                  With the raise of both arms, the MILITARY GENIUS of a king, the ILLUSTRIOUS                   man who was at no time a PRINCE, a few men, ENVELOPED in the same BLACK                   robes, covered face with LACE and BEADS, a sign of MOURNING of their late                   friend, they took in hand the MARCHER LORD’S hood, pulling it back with the                   care and GENTLENESS that was in the glare of their ruler, eyes LOCKED on the                   whom ever PRIMOGENITOR named his CHILD and SUCCESSOR. 

                                                         ❝ How TRANSPARENT. ❞ 

                  The man, CHOSEN BY GOD in battle to rule, he said so with such a thick                   sense of UNFLAPPABLE ease. Unimpressed. 

                                  ❝ We wish thee our CONDOLENCES are gracious                                               enough for PEACEFUL MERGER.  ❞

      The young Matriarch of her Country stiffened in her seat as the procession of masks before her came to a stop. Black-- she saw black everywhere, but the same black that had mourned the death of her father was a different shade of the black facing her. This black promised death, instead of mourning it. But her jaw slid into a clenched lock when the word merger reached her ears.

            "The vultures don't wait long to descend,                   do they?"

      Her words were spat like a curse, though a hesitant advisor stepped forward to murmur something out of the earrange of their newly populated court. Her eyes didn't avert to him, the warm brown of fresh brewed dark tea boring in Sephiroth's direction. Even the stare was an accusation, though once the man at her side ceased his whispers, she straightened in her chair again before standing. She knew what the other meant by merger. The absorption of one in favor of the other. Hardly a unification.

            "Our invitation to stay will stretch the night.             I encourage you to enjoy dinner,             and if you'd like to offer us your country for             a merger in the morning,             the Western Isles will of course be benevolent             in ruling your people as well."