Warnings:
Blood
Death
Talk of Death

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The lion held his head high and strolled out on the balcony, millions of cheers
assaulted him, the force rustling his mane. His Lilac-breasted roller assistant Cybil blinked in surprise, but he had been expecting it.

"Today is the day," his voice reeked of power and strength. "That we free ourselves from this sickness on our land, this thorn in our side." The crowd cheered, hungry for blood. "As I speak, my assassins are roaming every inch of our treasured land, searching for the humans, and eliminating them each and every one, young or old they all must die." The crowd roared. Most of the animals had nothing against humans, they were afraid because, when properly trained humans were deadly warriors and smart. They could build weapons and beautiful things animals couldn't. "In every corner of our world, from the savannah to the taiga, from the desert to forests, the humans shall be gone. Their destruction of animals and our world, our forests, our rivers, our oceans, will cease."

He paced along the balcony, viewing the crowd. "Humans are disgusting creatures" he spat." We will wipe them off the face of the Earth. This is our world, not theirs, they have no right to build weapons, when we can't, they shouldn't cut down trees, or harness fire. They should leave the natural world alone, and they, they are not natural. We must cure this blight upon our land and the only way to do that is to kill the humans, and the human-loving exiles."

He walked back inside, feeling confident and proud. "Are my assassins aware of their special mission?"
"Yes, my lord" Cybil chirped in her sing song voice.
"Good" He felt proud that he could finally finish what his father started. Now there was just the small matter of the ever-growing exiles. He would crush them under his paw and put an end to the generations of bloodshed and fighting.

The biggest mistake he had ever made was showing compassion and exiling the uprisers instead of executing them, like his father and grandfather would have. However it was also a wise move because more traitors were joining the rebels so now he could kill everyone that tried or would try to betray him all at once. He would spill their blood and mark his reign as the most powerful lion ever. He would surpass all generations of lions before him, even though his father and grandfather teased him because he was the younger smaller brother, they tried to kill him on multiple occasions but he always survived, and grew strong.

He rose above all expectations and challenged his brother for the throne, killing him and winning the battle. It was the hardest thing he'd ever done, his brother had always been nice and compassionate to him, he was so jealous though, and he needed the throne to kill his father and grandfather without breaking the law. Killing them was so much easier than killing his brother. It was even easier to give the order to kill the humans. He needed to kill the humans because they were allied with the exiles, and killed his mother and the rest of his pride.

He must take revenge, until his hunger for vengeance and blood was satisfied. He doubted it ever would be, he had been teased, scorned, and abused too much to ever truly be satisfied or happy. He couldn't look back anymore, he must only look at now and forward, forward towards his absolute power. That would make sure no one would ever doubt and tease him again, he would become ruthless, do whatever it takes, sacrifice anything, anyone, all he needed was his power. Everyone he held close either abandoned him, or died. Everyone ended up leaving him in one way or another, so he learned to seal up his heart, to not let anything or anyone in.
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"I've found the spy" a panther growled.
"Excellent" he said in a voice smooth as silk. The panther pushed the mole forward, he was desperately looking for a way out to escape, whimpering. All that whining is getting annoying" In one fluid movement Rocco leapt up and pounced on the mole, tore out his throat, and spit it out on the ground permanently silencing him. No one would get whatever information the little traitor had learned. The mole's body hit the floor with a dull thud. "Someone clean up the mess" he ordered, still calm and collected. The blood was still warm under his paws, dyeing his fur red.

On the inside the sight of blood scared him a little, he knew this mole was a friend of Aaria's and it gave him flashbacks to when he killed his brother. He shook his head trying to dislodge the thoughts and memories that surfaced out of the raging storm inside him. He had to go lie down and started sobbing, missing his brother, his best friend, and his mother. He knew that no one abandoned him. He was always the one abandoning them.

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