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.The slaves brought in clothing and supplies from the camps outside the country’s walls. Azoth had his things brought in and placed in his new chambers and now stood staring at his laid out formal attire. He peeled off his blood-stained clothes, shirtless he dawned a flexible pieces of red steel shoulder pads which were fasten with straps wrapping under and elongated on the ends to points to hang the white and red cape over his shoulders. Next a crown made from a ring of silver. The outside was heated and molded into thorns and sharpened edges, but row inside was smooth along black silk pants. Lastly with a deep breath he willed his to his flesh, as a moving a lot living tattoo that moved free under his skin, changing shape and size even forming faces of agony and pain. But always one solid inky black mass. It snaked from his back and shoulders to his broad chest and forming a spot over his heart as if to say "heartless".

Azoth walked out onto the square flanked by his guards as he approached at erected stage with a few occupants, saluting soldiers, the soon to be queen, his second and trusted in command Vincent, who nodding signaling the deeds were done. Azoth walked over to the front of the stage and loomed over the defeated kingdom's army and their citizens. Just as he arranged the soldiers were upfront along with other noble families, all in groups of four. Azoth magic, his Vir as it is referred to in Khalidor, shifted causing gasps from the crowd as it moved to the crown of his head piercing his flesh and forming a black crown of spikes that fluttered like smoke. Azoth enhanced his voice with Vir to project over the crowd of shocked eyes looking to him.
Azoth cleared his throat about to begin his speech.
"Behold, your kingdom!" He said motioning to the still smoking fires. "Behold the weakness of your kingdom. Take stock of the fallen in your streets and the missing. In one night...one night! Your kingdom, your houses and lives were taken from you. A country weak as this doesn’t deserve to call itself a country. Doesn’t deserve to a place in this world! The leaders not fit to live!" Azoth said raising a clenching his fist signaling the guard to bring up a platform with two pole covered with a black sheet. "So rejoice for the graceful nation of Khalidor has taken you under its wing. And we have broken you in one night, and you lay in shattered pieces for us to rebuild you in our image. And first we must civilize you. You need rules and guidance."
Azoth paused looking to the crowd as he walked to the sheets removing them and savored the whales and screams as he unveiled the severed heads of the king and queen on top of the 5 foot spikes.
"Rule one, those who leaders who made a weak county are a cancer and must be cut out. Otherwise the whole body is put to death."
"Rule two never flee from a battle soldiers! And these are two of the most important ones and for breaking them means death. I've gathered you soldiers and nobles into groups of four unarmed. As your punishments you will draw straws and the short straw dies, and the ones of the group are to kill them. If you refuse the group will die."
Azoth approached the first group of soldiers their faces pale or green. He held out a closed fist and each one by hesitating one pulled a straw. The last man pull the short straw and fell to his knees and choked back a sob as his friends began kicking and punching him over and over till his screams ceased. This process continued until the last group, which already had three nobles so Azoth brought them to the stage. And walked to (name) holding the straws. "The short straw is on your left.” The demon smiled
on your left."