Death to the Duke · 2:43am Mar 31st, 2015

This is just a small somethin' somethin' that I threw together because I was bored. Posted here mainly for my own viewing pleasure and for any criticisms or appraisals that anyone who reads through it have.

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Death to the Duke

There was a disturbance in the force.

Although the Great Duke could not lay his finger on what it was, something was on the air today. Something...deadly. And it wasn't the sort of deadly that he had made normal through arbitrary executions and neighborhood disappearances of political enemies or protesters. No, this was a sort of deadly that was silent and piercing as opposed to oppressive and wild.

The Duke of Armstead took a puff of his Cuban cigar (Atheist God in the sky, did he love those. They made him feel like the one of those fancy,charismatic dictators he read about in history books and saw in aged photographs.), kicking his legs up on his desk empty of paperwork after another eventful day in the life of a ruler. He studied the finely woven laces of his sepia-colored Oxfords and noted how well they blended with his duke blue (hehe) suit and pants for all of two minutes before he was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, he rubbed his clean-shaven chin as he looked up and called for the entry password. When a muffled "red-hawk-fire" was spoken behind the door, the Great Duke took his hand off of the pistol that he had retrieved from one of the desk's secret openings following his words and the response of the person on the other side of the door.

He caught sight of two security guards taking the place of the two agents that stepped in. Protocol demanded that there would never be a lapse in security at his place of office after he was nearly killed two months ago by a crazed protester in his own office when two of his guards had been absent from their post. Needless to say, the protester, along with the incompetent guards, was shot until dead (the Duke made sure it was from legs upwards during the execution) following the event. That was when the Duke had taken to keeping a 9mm semiautomatic Beretta M9 pistol near his person in his office. Both for easy access, to still his nerves, and because it simply felt divine when he held it in his hand.

If he had been paying attention however, the Duke would have noticed that the security detail that had replaced his men bore the symbol of golden phoenixes on their red berets.

They bore the symbol of the rebels.

Before he could sense anything amiss about his guards, the door was shut by one of the guards who had taken up post on either side of the door. This left an unknowing Duke in his office with his "loyal" sentinels. They lacked the colors of traitors though, so no suspicion was cast upon them at that point in time by the Duke.

Removing the cigar from his lips, he queried what news they had that required them to both vacate their posts for the moment. The sentinels glanced at one another, the second nodding to the first and taking a step back to give him the room to speak for the both of them.

However, all that the sentinel provided was a succinct "For you, milord." before pulling an ornately designed golden phoenix out of his breast pocket and placing it on the desk between them.

A cold chill ran down the Duke's spine as he laid his eyes upon the symbol of the Nythranian Phoenix, the temperature in the immaculate office lowering to add to the already tense atmosphere. Finding it hard to swallow with his now dry throat, along with his pupils being reduced to the size of pinpricks at the implications of the sentinel's action, the Duke again reached for the firearm when he regained some control of his thoughts.

However, the sentinels moved faster.

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