(Andraus)<br/><br/>Incoherent shouts and angry yells echoed through the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fvignette3.wikia.nocookie.net%2Fgrand-line-roleplay%2Fimages%2F6%2F66%2FGreat-fantasy-city.jpg%2Frevision%2Flatest%2Fscale-to-width-down%2F2000%3Fcb%3D20160110032704&amp;hash=da16f31d7e573342c8b26bb821527c48" href="https://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/grand-line-roleplay/images/6/66/Great-fantasy-city.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/2000?cb=20160110032704" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">City of Amalar</a>, capitol city of the Kingdom of Tekatus. Stones and pieces of debris were flung at the figure hung from the crucifix in front of the local church of the All-Maker, the god in this kingdom. Branded across the mans heart was a still-healing '<i>H</i>', the mark of a Heretic. The man was attached to the cross in the most brutal of ways- Hands were nailed to the ends of it, feet were were bound, arms and neck held up by robe and chains, and he was still very much alive. He was bleeding, wounds inflicted on him from torture were evident across his body. A body that had given up everything, home and hearth, mother and father, for the sake of the very people who were now condemning him.<br/><br/>His name was Zion Aoiros, son of the last Emperor Aoiros and a tribal shaman, and one of the five heroes to topple the tyrannical empire.....<br/><br/>and He was about to die. How quick the cowards were to Judge their own defenders!<br/><br/>How did it all come to this..?<br/><br/><i>~~~One Month Ago...~~~</i><br/><br/>Zion was busy on the outskirts of the Capitol Cities boundaries, cutting down bandits from plaguing the supply lines. His great-sword, Retribution, would be covered in their blood. Though the reward was higher if they were captured alive, Zion didn't really see a point when he'd just have to do it again in a couple of weeks. The current Royal Protector would wipe his face on his white sleeve, staring up at the moon. It was a new moon tonight, an ill omen as the Night-Mothers light did not shine down upon him. Zion would grip the tribal necklace in his chain shirt, pressing it between his fingers. He still retained to his tribal gods, much to the chagrin of many in the Queen's court. The Church of the All-Maker cited him a heathen for refusing to switch his religions, and on more than one occasion, he had publicly called the Archbishop an idiot.<br/><br/>Zion then had to question one other thing- What was he even doing here? This was his reward for helping his friends kill his father and restore the kingdom?<br/><br/>Zion's friends and the Queen had basically went on to live charmed lives, while Zion was stuck with all the hard work to ensure the Queen's Kingdom didn't fall apart before it began. Naturally, he took on the role of Royal Protector, to keep her safe and out of harms way. He'd long been smitten by her, back when she was an exiled princess coming to his village looking for help, so it was only natural he'd do his best to defend her and her interests. They were quite close, but as of recent, she had been keeping a great distance between them, and had often given him scathing looks, which Zion himself did not understand. What had he done to offend her? Had he said something out of the way?<br/><br/>As Zion moved through the old building, his only thought was that the Church had to have something to do with this- Recently, he had uncovered evidence of one of the High Priests dipping their hands into human trafficking and smuggling. Rather than leaving it for the Church to decide or to '<i>Erase' </i>his crime and all be forgiven, Zion used his emergency powers as the Royal Protector to execute him. The Archbishop,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F36%2F2c%2Fb5%2F362cb5161099c2e1048c977715610535.jpg&amp;hash=b65f39cb92b18494c29d3a048224c990" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/36/2c/b5/362cb5161099c2e1048c977715610535.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Leton</a>, was furious and demanded Zion stand trial for his actions, though Zion was fully within his right for what had happened. He was keeping the Kingdom safe from harm....and sometimes, he felt like he was the only one doing so.<br/><br/>What he didn't know is that, tonight, it would all come to an end.....though not in a way he'd hoped.<br/><br/>Zion would press her hands on the door, before stepping in. Now, he expected to find the bandits claimed to be here, along with their loot and any prisoners that they had. What he did not expect, was to be immediately grabbed and thrown to the ground by<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fimg02.deviantart.net%2Fc340%2Fi%2F2012%2F160%2Fe%2F3%2Fholy_knight_by_zachdb-d52u5pb.jpg&amp;hash=fa920001882e1dc98165bfd82fd6f423" href="http://img02.deviantart.net/c340/i/2012/160/e/3/holy_knight_by_zachdb-d52u5pb.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Clerics</a>of the All-Maker. Upon being bound by the Clerics, Zion would shift up and yell. "<b>I demand to know the reason for this!"<br/>
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"Zion Aoiros, You are guilty of Treason, Heresy, and Murder of members of the Church!"</b><br/><br/>"<b>Murder!? I didn't kill any-" </b>Zion stopped when he saw the small number of bodies in the corner of the room. Bodies....of the original bandits here. The people he killed...They were disguised as bandits. Zion's face would change into one of horror- The Church had set him up! However, before he could come close to forming any sort of defense or response to it, one of the Clerics would raise their shield and bash him atop the head, rendering Zion unconscious......<br/><br/><i>~~~One Week before Present time...~~~</i><br/><br/>"<b>AAAAGGHHH!"</b><br/><br/>Zion yelled in pain as a pair of blades impaled his side. He was currently in the Cathedral of the All-maker in the Capitol city, being tortured by the Clerics there. He was being told to sign a confession letter, so that his execution would be quick and painless, and he'd be forgiven in the sight of the All-Maker. Zion, naturally, refused to do any such thing. He was firm in his innocence, that he had been set up, and that when the Queen learned of this, he'd be freed and justice would be done!<br/><br/>This hope came crashing down when Leton walked into the room. Zion would raise his head and glare at the male. "<b>I have nothing to say to you, Bastard..." </b>He said. His body was already breaking down from the intense torture inflicted upon him, but he refused to let his spirit break.<br/><br/><b>"This would be so much easier if you'd just comply, Zion. Sign the confession letter, and I'll ensure your spirit is sent to the All-Maker." </b>He said to him.<br/><br/>"<b>When the Queen Learns about this....She'll have your head..." </b>Zion said, before hearing the male laugh. He would look up towards him. "<b>What is so funny...?"</b><br/><br/>"<b>When she learns.....Foolish boy, she ordered me to do this." </b>Leton said.<br/><br/>Zion face broke out in pure shock. The Queen.....did this to him? He was here under her orders? So caught up in his despair, he failed to notice Leton grab a branding Iron with a burning hot '<i>H' </i>on it, until the scalding metal was on his chest. Zion bit down hard, feeling his lip bleed, before letting out a scream of pain.<br/><br/><br/><i>~~~Present Time...~~~<br/>
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Zion could only bring himself to look up at the faces in the crowd- The church, his '<i>friends'</i>, the Royal Guard, and everyone else, commending him for plotting against the Queen, a crime he was neither guilty for or knew about. All Zion could do was stare at them all, his mind and spirit breaking as he saw the fire on the Cross beginning to consume the wood, until the flames spread to his skin. Zion believed this was the end, that this was the final chapter of his life. With his life being cut to a unjust end, Zion used what remained of it to curse those there, so that they would learn of despair.<br/>
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"<b>Bones of anger, bones to dust <br/>
full of fury, revenge is just <br/>
I scatter these bones, these bones of rage <br/>
take thine enemy, bring them pain <br/>
I see thine enemy before me now <br/>
I bind you, crush you, bring you down <br/>
With these bones I do crush <br/>
Make thine enemy turn to dust <br/>
torment, fire, out of control <br/>
With this hex I curse your souls!"</b><br/>
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Zion felt nothing more than agony as the flames consumed his body, his mortal coil finally released from this world, though the skies visibly darkened at this action. Black ash swept through the crowd, landing on those that watched, a dark foreshadowing over the bloody fate that awaited those present....<br/>
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~~~<i>One Year Later, Location Unknown.....~~~</i><br/>
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Floating......<br/>
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It was the first time, in what felt like eternity, that Zion felt anything.</i><br/><br/><i>Zion would then feel himself on the ground, groaning as sensation and feeling returned to his body. Pushing himself up, stark naked in a dark landscape, he stood up shakily before looking around at the <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Forig14.deviantart.net%2F958d%2Ff%2F2013%2F073%2F3%2F9%2Fincarnot_project___ruins_concept_by_mrnepa-d5xzmx6.jpg&amp;hash=d9ea2a75beefacb880c22334d9798242" href="http://orig14.deviantart.net/958d/f/2013/073/3/9/incarnot_project___ruins_concept_by_mrnepa-d5xzmx6.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">desolation</a> before him, taking a couple of steps forward to fully see where he was. Was this his damnation? To be cursed to this endless void for eternity? There were worse ways to be punished for your sins, though Zion had a feeling deep in his gut, which was one he had not had in what felt like forever, that things were not that simple..... <br/>
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