The Conquerors bloodline

"Well that's just rude," Parc said staring at the small army of men Esdeath had turned into a wall of literal ice surrounding the palace.

"I couldn't care, let's just get this over with so I can go to sleep," impatient Esdeath stomped her way towards the front entrance of the palace, uncaring to look back at her wall of destruction and the numerous pillars of flames boiling into the sky from the now begun war fought on four sides. Much to exhausted from her nights of restless sleep, finding no position she laid in comfortable, not when her stomach looked like a semi flattened basketball.

The first set, the defenders was the Empire. Second, the attackers were numerous, first the obvious of the Revolutionary army with Night raid added into their numbers. Followed by the Path of Peace who had decided to hang up their 'peace' for just a single day as they went on an insurrection. Then lastly there was the western clans, fighting from predictably the west. Leaving Honest's little army strewn few and far between with only his elites left behind to keep him and the Emperor safe.

On the other side of the wall Najenda and the others were holding off the Imperial guard—or what was left not fending away the other three issues—from approaching and possibly breaching Esdeath's bastion.

"Yeah, yeah, calm your horses," Parc rolled his eyes and lightly jogged up besides her, catching up with her.

"Halt! Lay down your arms and you wi-" one of Honest's elites popped out from one of the hallways followed by a crew of men, only to be cut short when Esdeath waved her hand and turned them all into icicles, simply tipping them over backwards to shatter into hundreds of pieces and step over their safety glass like corpses.

"You'd think they'd be more intimidated by running into you then they are, wouldn't you," Parc chuckled, hands in pockets calmly striding besides Esdeath on a one way track towards the throne room where the Emperor and Honest likely were alongside most the surviving council members who weren't trapped or lead out of the palace prior to the war raging outside.

"Idiots beget idiots," Esdeath muttered in a crankier mood than usual. Irritated at having to be woken from her slumber halfway to sunrise to start a war.

"Esdeath, that much is obvious, but still. You were THE general everyone feared, even idiots wouldn't face you head on."

"And you will? What does that make you then?"

"Clinically insane," really that was the only way anyone who tried to do what he did to her could be called.

"So dull then."

"Only a little," he snorted, exclaiming when they found themselves before the large doorway to the throne room. "Wow, compensating much?"

"Of course he is, I doubt he can see his dick beneath all his fat."

"Yet somehow a woman was able to find it and make a child. Did you hear anything about the Syura and his little crew?"

"I got a report stating they were discovered in a village two weeks away, I am expecting them to either flee or attempt to use the coming unrest to attempt a coup. Doubtfull it will work considering once today is finished the Revolutionary army will have an assortment of unutilized Teigu."

"Point," Parc walked up to the door, laying a hand over the left-hand door, feeling its rigid wooden grain against the tip of his fingers. "Well, guess there's no point putting this off anymore," bringing his other hand up to the right-hand door, Parc huffed and pushed, feeling the weight resist him but give way nonetheless, creaking loudly with an earpiercing screech.

"Oh, for the love of-" Esdeath hissed, waving her hand through the air to send ice spears against the hinges, other hand over her head nursing the newly appeared headache formed by the shrill noise.

The door remained in place for a few second before it seemed to realize it was missing its hinges and tipped over, crashing to the ground with an odd squish, scream and splatter of blood leaking out from beneath them.

"Huh, shouldn't have been standing there," Parc said stepping onto the fallen door ignoring the dozens of spears pointed his and Esdeath's way as most shattered into small icy pieces the moment Esdeath laid eyes on them. Their wielders soon joining the total of frozen, shattered people she'd dealt with today. Of which there were likely a few hundred by this point.

Glancing left and right across the hall, Parc could see several finely dressed men, fear on their faces, one even collapsed onto the ground foaming at the mouth, another fallen with soiled clothes. The only calm ones being a heavily armoured man with two lightning bolt brows coming out of his head, General Budo, and Honest and the Emperor who were at the top of the stair way looking down at the council and the approaching Esdeath and Parc.

"Krave, deal with them," Honest cast his eyes to the ceiling where tenfoot tall man was latched to the ceiling with a bug-eyed mask on and five ice spears piercing through his body. Leaving his body slowly sliding off the spears, leaving blood frozen along the spears surface until his body came loose and crashed against the floor, spattering blood and brain matter over where he landed. "Useless, incompetent, wretch," Honest tore at a large shank of roasted meat, greasing up his bear, chin and garments.

Passing by the corpse of Krave, Parc commented to himself how anticlimactic it was. He certainly wasn't sorry for the man; he was insane and nearly cut Sayo's tongue off. But honestly it felt as if he was so underutilized and forgotten. Hell, after the last time he spoke with Esdeath about him he hadn't even come up once in his conversations with both the generals in preparation for today.

"Esdeath," Budo stepped forth from the crowd of soiled council, his expression grave, glaring at the woman before her, lingering for a while on her bumped up belly.

"Budo, as much as I would love to fight you, I am in no mood, nor do I have the energy. I will give you one chance to leave before I shatter you and everything you hold dear."

"I don't hold much dear, not anymore, that much you should know of."

"Ah, yes, your wife if I remember right. Still angry over that little incident?"

"What do you expect?" Budo said, lacking the hiss Parc was half expecting to hear. "Of course I am," he walked forwards.

Parc's eyes narrowed, glancing between Esdeath and the general his hand coming to linger nearby his last dagger. But found himself unneeding of it when Budo stepped between them, letting out a "make it painful and I will consider us equal." And left the room, stomping heavily over the frozen corpses of his once men, now floor paint.

"What!? Budo! Return right this minute or I will have you hung! BUDO!" Honest's roar echoed throughout the palace, yet Budo never returned, "Tsk, how far you've fallen Esdeath. I gave you so much! Strength! Reputation! Men as many as you could ever need! And this is how you repay me!?"

"No," she sarcastically remarked, "I'm repaying you with sunshine and butterflies," in a clearly annoyed tone. "Just, make this easier on me so I may return to the comfort of my bed, and die," she fired off a volley of spears once again, a colley larger than any she'd made before, peppering the he throne room into a morbid and jagged ice sculpture, leaving Parc seeing a shining screen in the side of his vision.

[Objective Complete: Kill the Emperor]

'I thought that'd be a lot harder than it was,' Parc thought frowning when he didn't get a pop up for Honest. Lifting his head up, he sent a strange glance to the peppered throne and the childish corpse on its seat. Finding no Honest stood besides it but finding a large fatty belly pushed out from besides it, hearing a pained grunting echo from above.

"He dodged, you're getting so-" Parc was silenced when a miniature ice blade was pointed tip first at his throat, a 'subtle' sign for him to silence himself. Esdeath herself looked positively faint by now, barely keeping herself from shaking like a new born calf rom how much of her energy she'd wasted on that last large scale attack.

"Go finish it yourself," she grumbled using what remained of her energy to form her own icy thrown not far away from herself so she could sit down and catch her breath.

"Uh, right, sure, why not," Parc said, beginning a quick jog up the stairs bobbing around jagged tips of crystalline water until he'd found himself besides the throne, peaking over the side of it to see Honest sat on the floor with cold, fearful eyes, the same spears that impaled the emperor having dug through the thrones and into his back, one of which nicked his spine leaving his legs unmoving but leaving his arms undamaged.

"Fuck me your fat," he exclaimed in a mix of shock and a morbid sense of admiration as it took some skill to get to the point someone could use his fat reserves as a ice-spear-proof vest. "Well," he said awakening his teigu, summoning the spear from the orb beneath his wrist, and layed the tip of the blade against his fat filled throat, pushing in his beard, cutting a few of the strands in the process. "no point in letting you suffer, I'd like to get out of the place-?" Parc paused as Honest lifted a trembling hand to Parc's extended wrist, gripping weakly around it.

"Era… stone," Honest muttered, sending a large, Cheshire smile Parc's way as the crown atop his head separated into four pieces, revealing hidden within the four parts a single purple gemstone that shone a brilliant light, engulfing Parc's form, sending a wave of energy washing over every inch of his body, yet strangely, Parc felt no threat for his life.

By the time he was about to dodge out of the way, Honest's grip tightened and he tugged, dragging Parc towards the tip of a spear poking out over his shoulder. The chain that Parc gripped in his hand crumbling and shattering into dozens of pieces alongside the rest of his gauntlet.

"What?" Parc muttered in shock at his crumbling Teigu, a faint memory coming to him of Honest's own Teigu, the Absolute Limitation: Erastone, the only weapon that could directly face a teigu by just outright destroying it. "Shit, couldn't I have remembered that sooner?" he growled ducking beneath the tip of the ice spear, the dagger he held in the sheath hanging by his waist pulled out into his right hand, finding itself buried to the hilt in Honest's gut.

"Sorry, ex-prime minister. Looks like this revolutions complete," Parc whispered, tearing his dagger across Honests stomach, spilling forth his guts and stomach content of digesting meat chunks.

"Damn-ghu-damn you… Evans… Damn you to hell…"

Pulling his dagger free from the fat bastards stomach, Parc stood upstraight, staring down, feeling no powerful emotions but a rightful fulfilment of just course through his veins at seeing the mans head hung down, eyes those of a dead fish with his guts still leaking forth from his opened stomach.

[Quest complete: Kill Honest]

[All Quests Complete.]

[Host will be transported to the Pleasure hub in five minutes]

[All Concubines will be converted to tokens for ease of carrying.]

[All Consorts will be turned into tokens for ease of carrying. ]

[All tokens automatically collected and placed within Library.]

"Wait what?" Parc exclaimed in surprise, after he'd gotten Najenda all concubined he'd gotten the option to leave the world but opted to stay and finish off this last task. He hadn't been expecting to be suddenly tossed out of the world in five minutes. And just what did it mean by it converted his consorts and concubines into tokens.

Running around the throne, Parc peered down to Esdeath's ice throne at the bottom, finding no Esdeath anywhere to be seen. "Okay, uh, I guess, Library." Guessing it had something to do with the conquest system, he said aloud to be greeted by a large screen, the left side of which held a list with the only option being 'Akame ga Kill' with a few sort by options at the top asking if he'd like to sort by consorts, concubines, strength and rarity. The last of which unnerved him a little but made sense, somehow?

Mentally clicking on the Akame ga Kill option, the left side shifted, the scroll bar disappearing, shifting to a new screen filled with boxes, thirteen filled and dozens empty, likely just open for more girls he could have gotten. The first of the boxes already picked for him which changed the the right hand part of the screen, which held in itself a small screen where a spinning black gemstone was found above which he could see the name of 'Kurome' with a subtitle of 'The Conquered Hound'

"That's… Kurome?" he questioned feeling a mental draw to the image that brought him to reaching his hand out to the spinning image of a gemstone ring dyed in red and black, pushing his fingers into the creen he found himself capable of feeling the cold hard crystal on his fingers. Wrapping his hand around it, he pulled his hand back, the gemstone ring coming free from the screen and manifesting in his hand, leaving him gawping to find the very familiar ring Kurome had gotten after their first time together. Staring down at the ring, Parc could feel that it was Kurome and the Kurome was it, that if he simply willed it she would appear before him, dressed in her sailor suit and dog ears like she usually was.

"That explains how they're coming with me…" he mumbled opting not to summon Kurome out, not yet at least. His eyes wandering to the timer in the upper right of his vision stating there was only one minute seventeen seconds left before he was set to be sent to this Pleasure hub place and officially end his time in this world of bloodshed and assassination.

Oh, how he was not going to miss this place.

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Gonna start filling up the ******* chapter slots for a bit before releasing the next chapters.