King of Darkness: Sun and Moon

King Of Darkness: Sun and Moon

Chapter 0: New Victims

It was the same type of day in Zenofor. There were no birds chirping, no sounds of footsteps in the streets, no sounds of children laughing. Yes, it's the normal day. Zenofor is often a bleak place. It used to be a nice bright place ruled by King Ruth, however a dark prince arose claiming the throne for himself.

His name was Prince Allmore, now known as King Allmore, his true name however is Raphael Allmore. The evil King isn't what everyone hoped for. King Ruth fought him back as long as he could and was successful for the longest time. He held in his possession the Zeno Sword the most powerful sword known to mankind. However when Raphael found his little power of controlling the sun and moon he devised a master plan. Allmore used his power to gain trust among the good King of Zenofor claiming he was reformed.

King Ruth believed his claim the good King welcomed him with open arms even after the countless times of trying to take control of the land. He was found in his bed obviously stabbed in his sleep from the look of the blood pooling out of him when found. One thing was always known about the King and the Prince spoke it...

"The good King was always easily fooled," a white and black haired man claimed quoting the book.

The same white haired figure saw as his meal was served in front of him. "What the hell is this?" he asked in a proper tone.

"Zis iz ze hog feet," the man explained in a think German accent.

Raphael looked back at it.  "I wouldn't even feed this to my f***ing dog!" he exclaimed at the thick accented chef.

"Yez my bad," he bowed to the King.

The evil King smiled as he looked upon the Kingdom. As always it is dark. He then decided. "I guess it's time for day," he spoke to himself. With a flick of the wrist the moon lowered and the sun rose from the horizon.

"Thanks for raising ze sun King Allmore," the chef thanked with a new plate in his hand.

The King nodded. "Yeah, yeah, just hope this is good," he said grabbing his fork and knife.

"Ah, yez, I have something that should be good to you," he lowered the plate. It showed pig this time an entire pig.

The King involuntarily licked his lips. "This has potential," he said taking his fork and grabbing a bit of the pig ripping off a bit of the pig.

He chowed it slowly with his carnivorous like teeth. Raphael sighed with disappointment. "I guess... we will have to postpone the ad for a new chef," he said making the thick accented chef happy.

"Oh thank you sir, thank you so much," he bowed leaving Raphael to his meal.

King Allmore finished his meal. He saw a small strange group of people approach the castle. Raphael went to the castle entrance to meet these strange men. "Salutations my friends, you lost?" he asked glancing at the white robe wearing group. He saw something glimmer with the lead monk holding his hands together. Raphael observed the man. The monk walked closer.

"Hello my friend, you must be King Allmore," the lead monk raised his arms to the sky.

King Allmore was careful with the white robed monk. He placed his hands on his shoulder. That's when the King saw the same glimmer. He leapt backwards. "Tsk, tsk, you can't just take care of me that easily," he shook his index finger left and right.

The man sighed. "Too bad, I hoped for this to be painless," he admitted pulling off the monk robe. It was a man wearing armor, armor  from the other kingdom. "Tell King Zen if you live that long f*** him," the corrupt King told the assassin.

"It should be you who meets his unfortunate end today," the assassin spoke in the same tone as King Allmore.

The two rose their blades. One stainless steel the other an iron sword. The two blades tapped each of their tips.

"You ready?" King Allmore asked ready to strike.

The assassin nodded ready to keep up with the King's reflexes. The King raised his stainless steel sword. The other guards ready to pull their sheathed weapons. The King raised his arm. "No, it's my turn to have a little fun," he chuckled evilly.

The guards lowered their weapons obeying the King's orders. "Yes sir," the guards spoke at the same time saluting the corrupt King.

    Raphael's sword clicked with his opponents sword. With that the other three members took off their robes all from a separate Kingdoms. "Well, well, well, looks like King Durum, King Lucifer, King Sondra, and King Zen are working together," he smiled, "it's becoming more and more fun for me," he bushed his sword along his hand. Before the next click of the swords he creepily brought his tongue along to the point of the sword starting from the handle.

"Now this is a fair fight," he said a little with a distorted voice coming from his past action of licking his sharp sword.

The four shook their heads. "Now!" the assassin from the Zen Kingdom yelled aloud to his three partners.

With that all that was heard was the sounds of clink, clink, clink, of the swords colliding with each other. All four assassins panted while the corrupt King barely broke a sweat. "Are you tired already?" he mocked seeing the assassins panting and out of breath.

The assassins gasped for breath. "How could you tell?" the assassin from King Lucifer's Kingdom asked.

Raphael shrugged. "You just look tired," he explained holding up his sword which showed the assassins in the reflection.

The assassins nodded. All three began attacking at the same time. Raphael blocked everyone's attack except the one from Zen's Kingdom. Raphael coughed; it showed blood even little bits of his organs knocked loose by the stab, the assassin could see though him. Raphael gulped panting heavily. He covered his wound. He still wasn't accepting help from his guards though. He dropped his sword to the ground in pain. Raphael saw his red fluid slowly drip out of both his mouth and his wound. King Allmore simply picked back up his sword and glanced back at the assassins. He slowly got up. "You should be lucky we didn't just finish you while you were down!" King Lucifer's assassin seemed a bit unstable. Raphael got back up.

"One thing you should know: I don't give up," the corrupt King sated simply.

The assassins exhaled they were obviously exhausted. The four again began to strike. Raphael as reaction held his sword in his hand. He moved swiftly around the assassins attacks and trusted his blade into the Zen's assassin. Raphael smiled evilly and pushed it entirely though him. The assassin gave a blood curdling scream as the sword kept in his chest beyond his heart. "How does that feel?" he asked slowly turning the blade to its side letting the assassin scream again in pain.

He after one final thrust into the assassin's chest pulled it out involuntarily licking his lips in the sight of his favorite thing in the world; blood on a sword with chunks of his opponent or opponents on it. He raised the sword the blood dripping on his face as it was raised to the sky. Raphael brought his blood soaked sword close to his face. He gave it a lick. He smacked his lips. "Delish," the King chuckled maniacally as he moved his jaw up and down showing he is eating a chunk of the assassin. He swallowed the chunk. Raphael plucked a small piece of the assassin's flesh off with one smile on his face he looked at the other assassins paralyzed with both fear and shock.

The corrupt cannibalistic King looked at the assassin from Lucifer's Kingdom. "What, haven't you seen anyone eat another person before?" he asked the other assassins who shook their head as response.

Raphael licked his lips. "Alright, who's next?" he asked smirking wiping a bit of blood off his lips.

The assassins gulped before them both attacked him. Raphael used his stainless steel sword now having a large blood stain on it. The blood dripped off the blade which now was facing the ground. He leapt out of the way with ease despite the copious amount of lost blood now decorating the stone flooring outside the castle. He used his blade to cut off a limb of the assassin from Lucifer's Kingdom. He caught the separate leg. He smirked he was full from the feast he had before. Raphael handed the assassin his leg back then with one more quick motion the assassin's head rolled off his shoulders.

The two other assassins' jaws were agape. "What the f***!" the other assassins yelled in unison.

The King picked up the black haired decapitated head. He bushed back his white and black emo like hair. "Honestly, it looks like you never seen someone kill another person and eat his insides," he rolled his eyes as he looked into the lifeless eyes with his red eyes resembling a demon's. He saw the other two slowly walking away.

Raphael frowned. He snapped his fingers lowering the sun in spite, suddenly changing into the nighttime. "Now, now, it's really dark out, you should stay," he walked to the two other assassins with ease still covering his open wound his hand being coated in blood.

He pat the two assassins who were side-by-side. Raphael sighed and swung his sword one more time killing both in the one fatal swipe. "Oh, what's wrong?" he asked the now decapitated body. He clapped his hands then lowering the moon to make way for the day. "Okay, I am going to go sit on my throne," he admitted walking to the door.

"Yes sir," the guard spoke in a slightly shaky voice.

Raphael Allmore sat on the throne. Skulls aligned the armrests. "This is living," he chuckled maniacally again.

Suddenly a voice spoke. It was odd. "Okay, okay Pinkie, I'll try again," the obviously feminine voice spoke. The voice was followed by a bright flash blinding the sun and moon raising tyrant. This has never happened to him before.

His eyes slowly opened to a land not just a land a bright sunny land. He looked all around. Raphael was shocked at his sight.

It was a pink pony. "Twilight I don't think this is Mr. Hugington!" the pink pony exclaimed.

The other pony in sight; a lavender unicorn pony. The pony sighed. "It's all your fault Pinkie, you shouldn't have brought him though the fourth wall in the first place."

The corrupt tyrant couldn't see well. His eyes still adjusting to the sudden light. He rubbed them. Finally he began to get used to the light his vision beginning to get better. Raphael screamed a deep scream and swung his sword in hand. It hit the purple pony. her head rolled off her shoulders. He began to get curious. He picked up the body. He grabbed his little knife, and began to cut off the skin. "This'll do quite nicely," he smiled at his new found coat. The King looked at the pink one paralyzed with fear. Raphael walked over and raised his sword to and brought the blade clear down the pink mare's scared little head. The mare let out a short lived scream as the blade pierced her skull. Blood squirted everywhere onto Raphael's armor even. He used his sword lifted it up and took a chunk of the pink pony's brain from the blade. Gave his blade one little lick. His face gave a weak smile as he chewed the pink pony's brain stem. "Well, it'll be a shame for me to go hungry," he looked outside gawking at the sight of how many ponies there were. How many big and small. Let the bloodshed begin...