#periastron

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“A mimicking Kappa weaponizes it’s stolen constellation, sweeping out societies under the power of a star pre-owned,” predicted the former Amethyst Prophet.

Civilians and royalty alike were hysteric when that same Prophet, beloved king ruling with a sword of mauve was found brutalized by guards, skull almost split in two; bashed on the marble railings of their own balcony. Beyond the slumped victim stood a man snagging the Periaston as it slipped from their hand, thieving the bloodied crown off their head with a grin. The ruler of amethyst fell into Purgatory, wondering “Where were the people I hired to protect me?”

The Kappa kingdom grieved that day and the rest, soon would to.

The republic of Ivory and a young girl forced into control who just had her coming of age ceremony. The people celebrated, gates open to all in a 2 week long festival. The kappa saw her unfit for such a duty so young, whatever new orders she would bark out would surely be most unreasonable! In concern of this, they found her with a throat trickling red and a pure white evening gown stained with disgrace. The floor stood smothered in Amethyst dust, along with coagulated blood. She arrived second into purgatory without a word to say.

Kingdom of Azure was quick to fall for led it a blind prince who knew nothing but good will, taking on most of the work as his ill mother could barely think anymore. The Kappa wriggled their way into the princes presence, claiming of being an apothecary capable of Gods blessings. The prince did not question, desperate for a mother lively. But what’s more than that— is a break off of it all. Once the Kappa had obtained a hefty sum of payment, they pierced the poor prince with a blade drived through his back. The Queen was left to rot, dying in her own filth and punished for the sin of a woman unwell. Their souls went separate ways, the prince off to purgatory with the question of why.

The Kappa skipped town, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Once in the City of Crimson, who was well aware with defenses— he tore down the metropolis and left nothing but the ruler dying by their own sword, sworn to never be used to shed blood ever again after a long lineage of war. Crimson settled into purgatory, the only thought in their head being a cry of wrath.

In the Democracy of Rainbow, the king dropped to his knees in a bow as soon as he was unarmed, for he was nothing without his sword to protect him.

What was left? The Kingdom of Beta and Psi; Weaponry suppliers, and the Metropolis of Chartruese, the richest there was.

The three discussed amongst themselves with the time they had left, begrudgingly making a truce between the kingdoms.

The couple took in refugees and supplied defense, meanwhile Chartreuse would fund their cause.

As the Kappa frolicked his way to the joint kingdom, he was ceased immediately, leaving on sunday with soot on his face and a burning kingdom behind him. The monarchs Grimgold and Noir, stood top of a balcony and stared down at the dancing flames. They both knew there was nothing left to be done and nowhere to run. They put away their resentment and differences for a sunset, leaning on eachother and breathing in the ash. Both of them were taken hostage by purgatory and they knew exactly why.

However, Chartreuse was smart, and it’s people even smarter. with defenses heightened, when the Kappa had made his way to the Emerald gates, he was unexpectedly welcomed. He shared a toast with Chartreuse, both waiting for the other to strike first. Afterwards, the Kappa politely stood up with sword drawn, and there began a chase. Once The Kappa had it pinned he thanked it for its hospitality, and Chartruese rammed into him, both dropping out a now shattered window. Glass pierced them both, though gammas grip stood unwavering as they declared “FREE REIGN!” on the Kappa, with palace gates open, the people stood ravenous.