❛ empire now ❜
★ ₊˚.  ❪ i win ❫
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"SHE..."

     Anakin forced his way from his room, the guards in front of his door falling to the ground from the quick force. He held out his knife, aiming for their throat, he kept the knife aimed there as he watched the flame keeper walk down the hallway.  "She is my sister, Titas!"

"She is not your sister anymore." The man spoke, staying a respectable distance away from Anakin, more so in fear for what would happen to him if he moved any closer. "If you would like to join us for the ritual —"

Anakin threw his knife, landing it in the space near Titas's ear. "I know you sent Marie away the second I left that room yesterday. Where is Daisy?"

Titas turned on his heals and beaconed him forward. "With Clarke, follow me."

With Clarke? With, Clarke fucking Griffin.

Anakin followed behind, and when he stepped inside the throne room, where his sisters body was laid to rest on a slab of stone, a sheet of some sort covering her body, he wished he didn't. He couldn't have stayed in the room? Now he's forced to see her dead body again, just after watching her bleed out.

"Clarke Griffin." Titas spoke, having the blond whirl around with a confused look from where she stood beside some of the night blood children. She was talking with a child, who was Lexas chosen child. "Anakin is here to see Daisy."

"Annie!" Daisy jumped up from where she knelt among the other night blood children. They were going to have her fight in the conclave, Anakin realized. They didn't care if her blood was synthetic, taken from someone else. She was just another child to fight, someone for others to cheer for. And if they never told anyone how she became a nightblood, no one would ask. "I asked Clarke to see you, but she said no."

Anakin knelt. "You do not listen to Clarke, ever, again."

When Anakin stands, the door swings open and Anakin pushes Daisy behind him before he even knows who's entering the throne room. His body relaxes slightly when he sees Roan, king of Azgeda, someone he had known for a large part of his life.

And the he watches Ontari enter the room, and his body goes into defence mode. He knows what she can do, and what she's capable of — nothing compared to him, other than their evil and rotten hearts.

"You." Ontari charges at Clarke and Aden, who stand together. Aden moves out of the way, but Ontari pushes her over and straddles her body, pulling out and knife and preparing to bring it down.

Titas smacked the knife away, the action having the metal clattering against the ground. "No."

"Ontari." Roan spoke in a warning tone, eyes narrowed. He was still her king, despite her upcoming conclave where she could become the next commander. "Stop, you will obey your king."

Ontari moves away from Clarke, her focus now on Anakin. "I'm excited for your death, Anakin."

"WHEN..."

Anakin woke up to Ontari standing above Daisy's bed, with a knife in hand. He didn't feel bad about killing her — he didn't feel bad about swinging his sword and letting her head fall to the ground.

When Anakin realized that the other night blood children would kill Daisy in the upcoming conclave, he didn't feel bad about killing them as they slept — something that was never against the rules, just frowned upon.

He did it for her. He was protecting her. Daisy couldn't become the commander, she was still a child, one who was still figuring out how to live. He couldn't let anything bad happen to her, even if it meant he needed to be more broken than he once was.

"Annie?" Daisy rubbed her eyes as she stared up at Anakin, she was a heavy sleepier, one who could have probably slept though an earthquake. "What happened? Are you okay?"

He was covered in black blood. None of it was his own, but Daisy didn't know that, she thought he was hurt. So when she reached forward, and he moved backwards, her arm dropped against her side.

"Grab your weapons, Daisy." Anakin spoke before he grabbed a large sack bag that he had used to put heads in, and put Ontari's head in it. When he realized she had everything she needed, he left the room, knowing she was following behind her.

He entered the throne room and went right for the throne, sitting on it and leaning his sword against the side. "Stand beside me, please, Daisy." He spoke softly, and when the girl stood besides the throne, he let out a loud yell for the guards he knew were down the hall.

When one stepped in, he didn't even question what he could see. He waited for Anakin to give him an order, and when he did, he ran off to complete his order.

Indra was the first to step into the throne room, and then person after person piled on until Titas, Clarke, and John Murphy were the last ones to enter the room.

"What is the meaning of this?" Titas asked, pushing his way through the front. "Anakin."

Anakin tilted his head, opened the bag, and dumped the heads on the floor, letting them role around at others feet.

"I win."

authors note ▅▅▅ ▅▅▅ by rora
hi all! welcome to anakins protective/deadly era. it's only gonna get more interesting from here, hopefully!