(The Demon Ororon: Othello) The Line of Succession
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Title: The Line of Succession
Series: The Demon Ororon
Theme no.: #13 - Machiavellian Prince
Character(s)/Pairing: Othello
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Slight gore and violence.
"Your Highness, have you heard?" The young sergeant ran up to Othello, panting for breath as he tried to collect his thoughts.
Othello cast a lazy eye up to look at the subordinate who had rudely interrrupted his meeting. "Yes?"
"It's about His Majesty King Oz," said sergeant continued as he took in gulps of fresh air. "The Royal Physician sent me to tell you that King Oz is dead."
There was a murmur of consternation around the table where the commanders of the Seiryuu Army were gathered. Othello straightened abruptly in his seat, all traces of congeniality gone. "My father is dead? When did this happen?"
"Just this past hour, Your Highess," the sergeant bowed deeply. Othello's attention immediately shifted to the political landscape of Hell in his father's absence and he curtly dismissed the messenger.
Minister Tachibana and Senior Counsellor Grodel looked to Othello, wordlessly seeking guidance. There was no question as to the succession ever since King Oz had appointed Ororon as his heir but all knew that the boy's position was extremely tenuous.
"You do realise you could seize the throne?" One of the commanders asked suddenly, making no attempt to hide his interest in such a possibility. "Pr-, no, King Ororon is no match for you in battle, Your Highness. And he is hardly a popular figure. Now would be the time to act if you wish to secure the throne for yourself."
A few other commanders nodded their assent to the idea, all missing the looks of consternation Tachibana and Grodel were sending their way. Meanwhile, Othello remained silent as he watched the various commanders discussing the most expedient way in which to dispense of their new King.
"Gentlemen," Othello called out calmly to gain his officers' attention after he had observed enough. Without missing a beat, Othello snapped his fingers and the perpetrator's head exploded messily into multiple bloody shards of bone, blood and brain matter which rained on the remaining members of the meeting. A shocked silence followed Othello's summary execution of the treasonous officer.
"Let's make one thing very clear. King Oz is dead and my brother now sits on the throne of Hell. The King is dead, long live the King," Othello intoned flatly, raking a harsh gaze over the rest of the stunned officers. "Do I have myself understood? Or would you need another example?"
The surviving commanders turned pale as they took in Othello's words and a resounding chorus echoed around the walls of the room as they repeated Othello's words faithfully. "Yes sir. The King is dead, long live the King."
Othello sat back and relaxed in his chair, his usual facade of cavalier good humour restored now that he had proved his point. He crossed his long legs, laced his fingers together and grinned broadly. "Good. Now that's settled, let's work on how we can make my baby brother's coronation ceremony a safe one for him."
The impact of his words were ruined somewhat by blood dripping from above. Othello swore loudly and creatively as he examined the stains on his suit. He looked up to see the dirtied ceiling and grimaced in distaste.
"Tachibana, be a good man and get a page to come clean the mess up, will you?"
end
Title: The Line of Succession
Series: The Demon Ororon
Theme no.: #13 - Machiavellian Prince
Character(s)/Pairing: Othello
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Slight gore and violence.
"Your Highness, have you heard?" The young sergeant ran up to Othello, panting for breath as he tried to collect his thoughts.
Othello cast a lazy eye up to look at the subordinate who had rudely interrrupted his meeting. "Yes?"
"It's about His Majesty King Oz," said sergeant continued as he took in gulps of fresh air. "The Royal Physician sent me to tell you that King Oz is dead."
There was a murmur of consternation around the table where the commanders of the Seiryuu Army were gathered. Othello straightened abruptly in his seat, all traces of congeniality gone. "My father is dead? When did this happen?"
"Just this past hour, Your Highess," the sergeant bowed deeply. Othello's attention immediately shifted to the political landscape of Hell in his father's absence and he curtly dismissed the messenger.
Minister Tachibana and Senior Counsellor Grodel looked to Othello, wordlessly seeking guidance. There was no question as to the succession ever since King Oz had appointed Ororon as his heir but all knew that the boy's position was extremely tenuous.
"You do realise you could seize the throne?" One of the commanders asked suddenly, making no attempt to hide his interest in such a possibility. "Pr-, no, King Ororon is no match for you in battle, Your Highness. And he is hardly a popular figure. Now would be the time to act if you wish to secure the throne for yourself."
A few other commanders nodded their assent to the idea, all missing the looks of consternation Tachibana and Grodel were sending their way. Meanwhile, Othello remained silent as he watched the various commanders discussing the most expedient way in which to dispense of their new King.
"Gentlemen," Othello called out calmly to gain his officers' attention after he had observed enough. Without missing a beat, Othello snapped his fingers and the perpetrator's head exploded messily into multiple bloody shards of bone, blood and brain matter which rained on the remaining members of the meeting. A shocked silence followed Othello's summary execution of the treasonous officer.
"Let's make one thing very clear. King Oz is dead and my brother now sits on the throne of Hell. The King is dead, long live the King," Othello intoned flatly, raking a harsh gaze over the rest of the stunned officers. "Do I have myself understood? Or would you need another example?"
The surviving commanders turned pale as they took in Othello's words and a resounding chorus echoed around the walls of the room as they repeated Othello's words faithfully. "Yes sir. The King is dead, long live the King."
Othello sat back and relaxed in his chair, his usual facade of cavalier good humour restored now that he had proved his point. He crossed his long legs, laced his fingers together and grinned broadly. "Good. Now that's settled, let's work on how we can make my baby brother's coronation ceremony a safe one for him."
The impact of his words were ruined somewhat by blood dripping from above. Othello swore loudly and creatively as he examined the stains on his suit. He looked up to see the dirtied ceiling and grimaced in distaste.
"Tachibana, be a good man and get a page to come clean the mess up, will you?"
end