The Empire of Numenor was, at its core, a dictatorial monarchy. While it was established as a democracy if one were to dig deep enough into its origins, the people simply elected whoever was the next Babbage available into leadership. Have that happen a few more generations, and the voting process was scrapped entirely and the Royal family was established to avoid the hassle of holding an election in the first place.Of course, to those that know their history, an escape clause was always within the Empire's constitution that should the leader be deemed unfit by the people, then a revolution will be considered just and legal. Why that existed in the constitution? Who knows? But perhaps the country's founders knew that such a day would come; that there will be someone that lacked the brains to know that leading like a spoiled brat will doom the country.And while Charlie wasn't
I opened my eyes to day number.... I don't know... eighty? a hundred and five?Hmm... Yeah... Probably the latter...Okay. Day number a hundred and five since I was put in this prison. It was kind of daunting to think about Like, holy shit. It's been well over three months ever since I tasted the air of freedom? Even my time at the Furnace wasn't as long as this one."Wake up."Heeding my alarm, my stomach grumbled as I got a whiff of the once in a blue moon ration being held out to me. At first, it was bland as shit in my mouth. I was pretty sure that the damn thing didn't have any nutritional value whatsoever beyond sawdust and burnt scraps. But with time, I came to appreciate the dry and ashy texture of edible food as opposed to the constant hunger rocking my body.Hunger truly was the mo
I'm almost at my breaking point."On your feet, Dirt Eater."Hearing this shit call me Dirt Eater for like the hundredth time each fucking morning was running a train of annoyance through my nerves. Each day, of each week, of each fucking month, I always hear this shit heel call for me. The last of my patience had already evaporated just over a week ago, and I could only stifle a glare as forced myself off of my cot. I hope this fuck dies a gruesome death.Getting up on my feet due to this fuck yanking on my chain, my mind raced with pure hatred and malice as the fuck led me to my most hated place in existence. There was probably a time when I liked making stuff with my hands and at least get some exercise while I'm at it, but the monotony of it all simply eroded at my patience until all that was left was utter contempt and emptiness at the act of
Has it been a year? It didn't feel like a year has passed.My hair had visibly lost its luster as I managed to get a glimpse of my reflection from the scant amount of water that the guard gave me. I keep saying that all hope within me has gone and evaporated into nothingness, but only now did I truly realize what true despair was. The gnawing feeling of emptiness and lack of future coalescing into a writhing void of black tar settled inside my chest like a cancer devouring what little happiness I could derive from my situation. I was back to where I started; the day when I died during my first life. I hadn't even noticed when my cell door opened; my dutiful alarm looking at me with the same old scowl and disdain that he showed me since the first day I ever set foot in this place."You have a visitor."I raised an eyebrow at the statement. A v
"I-Is it really you, Sis?"My throat threatened to seize up on me as the unholy tide of emotions inside crashed all over me like an unstoppable tidal wave. The sheer amount of relief, disbelief, happiness, and longing all coalesced into a torrent of tears giving my eyes untold amounts of pressure as I tried my best to keep them at bay long enough to at least get a sentence out."L-Livia..." I choked out, my hands trembling as I barely restrained myself from jumping the grown woman. "H-How...""I-I was looking for you..." my sister tearily confessed, her shoulders shaking with the same intensity as mine. "I couldn't... I... I tried my best, Sis..."The emotional tension was thick enough to cut with a buttering knife as we simply stared at each other in stark relief, both of us still processing the miracle that was taking
H-Huh? Lace? Again?!"Sister, I'm sure you have a lot of questions in your mind right now. But trust me that I'm not betraying her for your freedom."I was pretty sure that my mouth was agape at that very moment as I struggled to piece together a working theory as to why the fuck Lace was involved with Prime stuff. Again. Not to mention the fact that I was essentially being traded with another person!"Livia, I trust you. But what the hell is going on?"My voice came out desperate, I noticed. That was pretty bad form when facing someone that can probably wipe us off the map if she had the same power as the one that put us in this situation in the first place. But I needed answers, dammit!"A simple exchange, Lady Crimson," the Prime coldly answered for my sister, her eyes still unnervingly e
If it came from any other person that I even remotely knew, I was pretty sure that I would've taken the Prime's offer immediately. However, the way that she worded her proposition was just a tad too... threatening for my tastes. Prevent us from getting wiped out? How would she even do that? She was only one Prime. And while she had people on her side, I highly doubt that anyone would be stronger or more influential than her to stop a literal army from marching down our village and flattening it within five minutes. A person can only do so much despite their relative raw power.To say the least, I was pretty damn skeptical of this gift horse.While Numerators were monsters, and Primes even more so, nothing short of a godlike defense would be able to hold back the full military might of this Empire. I'm assuming that she'll probably run interference within the ranks to at least
The concept of deal-making was always a fascination of mine; the art of getting a one-up on your proverbial opponent always bringing a surge of satisfaction to my self-fashioned intellectual needs. Having watched countless anime about outsmarting one's opponent's through sheer skill, perception, and wit, I had tried transforming myself into a logical monster; one capable of outsmarting or out dealing her opponent through sheer perception.Or, at least, I thought I had managed to do so.In the end, I was still the plain old girl with an above-average intelligence that managed to scrape by with little to no effort. It was cringe-worthy, being a massive weeb while also being a try-harding delusional idiot. But while I couldn't boast the frightening foresight of the Light Yagamis and Lelouches of the real world, I could at least say to myself that my ability to criticize work that