Chapitre 2: Chapter 2: The Emperor’s Ultimatum
"The war, to the best of my understanding, has been looming for a very long time," said Rahel, her voice low and solemn. "It all came to light the moment the Emperor of the Universe demanded total control of the Earth. But the people of Earth—they defied him, refusing to bow to his dictatorship."
Azazel listened intently, his eyes narrowing as Rahel recounted the events that led to the war. Her words painted a vivid picture of an escalating conflict, one that seemed inevitable in hindsight.
"How dare they defy me?" Emperor Morris had thundered in his throne room, his voice echoing through the halls of his imperial palace. His golden robes shimmered under the dim, artificial light, and his eyes burned with fury. "I will rain cyclones of fire upon them for their insolence!"
The Emperor slammed his fist onto the armrest of his throne, his voice rising. "Get me Abaddon! Where is he?"
Abaddon, the Emperor's most trusted general and enforcer, strode into the room, his face an unreadable mask of loyalty and resolve. "Here I am, Your Grace. What do you require of me, my lord?"
"Go to Earth," the Emperor commanded, his tone dripping with disdain. "Deliver my words to its people. Tell them of the good grace I am offering—an opportunity to survive under my rule. My conditions are fair enough. I won't destroy their beloved planet if they agree to a total and unconditional surrender. They will submit to my authority and adhere to my laws."
Abaddon hesitated for a brief moment, his brows furrowing. "My lord, the ruler of the universe, I do not believe they will accept your terms. The people of Earth are proud, defiant. They may resist."
The Emperor's face twisted in contempt. "It matters not what they want. They will surrender, one way or another. Now, do as I have commanded and deliver my message without fail."
"Yes, my lord." Abaddon bowed deeply and left the room.
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The following day, a massive spaceship was dispatched from the Emperor's fleet, with Abaddon serving as its commander. The metallic behemoth glided through the void of space, its engines humming with an ominous rhythm.
"Commander, we are nearing Earth's orbit," one of the officers reported.
Abaddon sat in the command chair, his expression cold and calculating. He glanced at the screens before him, watching Earth's surface grow larger with every passing second. "Prepare for descent. We are on an assignment directly from the Emperor. No mistakes."
"Commander!" a panicked voice shouted from the communications unit. "Code red! Code red! We're under attack by an unidentified spacecraft!"
Abaddon's jaw tightened. "What? An attack? From where?"
"It's an unknown vessel, sir. It just appeared on our radar," the officer stammered, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Destroy it," Abaddon barked. "I want no hindrance to this mission. Fire at will."
The gunners scrambled to their stations, aiming the ship's weapons at the mysterious craft. "Locked on target," one of them announced.
"Fire!" Abaddon ordered.
But before the gunners could pull the trigger, the unknown ship vanished from their radar. The crew stared at their screens in stunned silence.
"What just happened?" Abaddon demanded, his voice sharp. "Where did it go?"
"It... it disappeared, Commander," an officer replied hesitantly. "There's no trace of it."
Abaddon's fists clenched, his frustration mounting. "Fools. Find out where it came from. I want answers!"
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Back on the commander's flagship, the failure to destroy the mysterious vessel was met with unrelenting fury. Commander Abbadon stormed into the command center, his presence suffocating. The soldiers and officers stood rigid, fear etched into their faces.
"Do you mean to tell me," the commander began, his voice low and venomous, "that you failed to destroy a single, tiny spacecraft?"
Brandon, the captain of the artillery unit, stepped forward, his head bowed. "My lord, I deeply apologize. The ship vanished from our radar before we could fire. However, we were able to trace its origin."
"Then speak!" the commander snapped. "Where did it come from?"
"It was dispatched from Earth, my lord," Brandon replied cautiously.
The commander's eyes darkened, a cruel smile curling across his lips. "Earth," he whispered, the word dripping with malice. "So, they dare to defy me and attack my fleet? Very well. If they want war, I will give them one that will burn their world to ash."
He turned to Brandon, who stood silently at the side of the room. "Prepare for retaliation. They will regret ever crossing me."
"Yes, my lord," Abaddon said, bowing deeply. His mind, however, lingered on the mysterious ship and the ominous implications of its sudden disappearance.
The war was no longer a distant threat. It was here. And it had only just begun.
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