Remnants: XIII. Hailstorm of Seraph

Two shadows once walked side by side, Sworn in fire, blood, and pride. I watched them from the dragon’s bed… And chose the words that left them dead. A letter sealed with borrowed hand, Ink that spoke of foreign land. Secrets only brothers know, Twisted soft into a blow. One read the lines by candle light, Saw betrayal in the night. The trust that held their blades as one, Cracked beneath a rising sun. He stormed the hall with fury bare, Accused the one who used to care. Old jokes turned to poisoned spears, Shared scars now fed their fears. The ranks began to split and sway, Loyalty bled out day by day. Officers chose, the lines were drawn, A brotherhood forever gone. I broke the bond that could not break, I made the strongest hearts forsake! High Lords wavered and did the crime, Because one false page that stopped all time! The Kaiser asks me what is wrong, I lower my eyes, I play along. “Your Highness, the Legion tears its blood… Perhaps they need a brighter lord.” Havoc multiplies like sparks, Each unit now has its own arcs. Orders now break, coup has been stated, Rebellion seals the final fate! The elite force that pinned me tall, Now stumbles, fractures, starts to fall. Empress, consort, concubines crawl, I spare them all to watch my thrall. I broke the bond that could not break, I made the strongest hearts forsake! Two brothers died on different sides, While I am reaping the turned tides! The Legion cracks, the empire shakes, Yet still the Kaiser never wakes. Seraphine smiles with no more veil… God-King now freezes, hailstorms prevail. No names spoken… only the wound. Two shadows once… now two tombs. The board is mine, the pieces fall, And I claim them, one and all.