Leaving the eldritch temple behind, the emperor scanned his city from atop the pyramid, taking in the sight of the mix of architecture, from the stone and golden dwemer houses and gates, to the white marble steps leading up to the replica of Gilgamesh’s palace. He had met some old friends and made some new; his vision for the future was coming together in front of his very eyes and few roadblocks remained.
What Victor did not expect to find was another set of new arrivals so soon after the last. Observing the city below, he could clearly see a tent being set up in the town square. A queue of people had formed, waiting to find out what this new and exciting addition to their town was trying to peddle to them. Speed-walking towards the tent, Victor noticed some familiar initials and corporate branding, the blue logo of a certain carbonated product he considered the epitome of diabetes in a can, and the initials that Victor cringed to see again. DA.
Dante’s Abyss.
A scowl forming on his face, Victor turned pointedly away from the tent and began to head towards the palace and the feast that awaited him. He let out a sigh. This year, the fools that wished to chase Mr. Jak’s promises of riches and fame could all die without the assassin’s help. Dante’s Abyss had been the start of many a problem for the Nippurian state, and this time around he would not be drawn away to allow a disaster to befall his people once again. The last thing New Babylon needed was to be making powerful enemies over their leader’s actions in the yearly tropical island deathathon.
“Oh, Victooooorrrrrrrrr!”
Victor winced as another nuisance that had long outlived their usefulness appeared to hinder his trip back to the palace. Turning to face the source of the call, Victor felt his will to live drain from his very being like blood being drawn out through a syringe. The person he had made Military General of Nippur was now being carried on a palanquin by eight of her most loyal soldiers, the elevated chair appearing lavishly decorated and altogether far too big-headed. The soldiers were likely the very same that he had read about in the reports: General Ahana’s elite guard. The ones tasked with investigating the missing miners… which had, puzzlingly, only lead to more missing miners. Their glares drilled holes into the emperor.
“Good afternoon to you General Ahana, and your... shirtless, aggressive, bald men?” Victor drawled, making direct eye contact with each of them. “Please, boys, direct that killing intent somewhere else. I feel embarrassed from all the attention.”
The comment clearly took the death squad by surprise, as they soon found other places to turn their attention.
“So, will our brave, fearless leader be entering this tournament that everyone is talking about?” The bunny girl had a sparkle in her eyes. That little spark of cunning almost succeeded in creating the illusion that there was something behind those scheming eyes, as if there was something resembling a coherent plan forming in the mind of someone who he had previously believed was in possession of the smoothest of brains. Shaking off the notion that someone like Ahana could somehow, as if by magic, develop competence, Victor deliberately shook his head.
“Unfortunately, no. I cannot afford to leave things here on their own for too long; after all, I have far too many irons in the fire as it is My experience with this particular event in the past has proven that things tend to go horribly awry when too many individuals of below-average intelligence are involved. Speaking of… why are you not jumping at the bit to participate? Surely this would be an ideal venue to test out your powers, see if anyone can actually hurt you, perhaps inflict untold suffering with zero consequence? Seems to be right up your alley... plus, think of the glory you could win us!” Victor said with a grin, planning to cajole the bunny girl into departing He was eager to avoid needing to plan around her constant cavalcade of diplomatic incidents.
“No, seems like a lot of work when I can accomplish two of those three things here,” Ahana said, and then paused for a moment as the emperor’s eyes narrowed to slits, his head cocked to the side.
“Oh really? And what have you been doing that allows you to perform, what was it again? Two of those three actions...? To examine your own words further, are you saying that you have been able to test out your powers and inflict torment? Because other than my own daggers, I have not received any reports of anything else being able to seriously hurt you. And I have not heard any reports pertaining to military incidents... why, it almost sounds like you have been testing out your abilities on the citizenry!”
Ahana spluttered, the rabbit ears on her head flattening in sudden unease.
“Of course not! Why, I just forgot to file the reports, it’s a big border to guard so we don’t report every little skirmish! Just some of those black monsters and mind flayers! Crushed them to death in the name of Nippur!” Ahana blurted out, desperately attempting to cover her tracks.
Victor hummed, eying the rabbit girl and her entourage closely. “Mm. We might need to have a word about this at a later point, dearest general. I would be very interested to find out exactly how much you have not mentioned in your reports. Perhaps after this feast, we can have a long discussion in private. I might even need to have private discussions with each of your men, too, to make sure we get a concrete report!”
Ahana and the crew carrying her started to sweat-- and not from the volcanic heat that filled the cavern, either. The twinkle in Ahana’s eyes implying a level of higher thought returned as she softly coughed, putting on her best polite act. “We can have that discussion, but I am surprised that our glorious emperor is not entering this tournament, as surely it would be a good chance to show not only our people but the entire Crossroads what you can do. After all, as our big shot leader shouldn’t you lead by example and show what you can do against more than nameless mooks?”
Ahana challenged him with a smug grin. The debate between the emperor and his leading general had attracted a sizable crowd, the gathered onlookers whispering as they watched. Ahana’s voice grew louder to play up to the crowd. “Why, for someone who has travelled dimensions, and is ostensibly such a powerhouse, it should be easy to finish highly in such an event, no matter the challenge. Although, if you are too frightened at the prospect, perhaps I thought too highly of your abilities.”
A cold sweat rolled down the back of Victor’s neck as his eyes darted to the crowd and back to the bunny girl on her portable throne. Not only was she challenging his authority and power, but the abominable rodent was doing it in front of a crowd. He had underestimated his foe and walked straight into her trap; if he backed out he would be seen as a coward, and if he entered he could suffer a similar fate to all those years ago, a lucky punch and then strangled to death, a pathetic fate. Whichever path he chose, his reputation and the fear and respect he used to rule could be damaged. It was a devastating quandary for Victor, the equivalent of a snake turning to bite into its own tail to prove its ferocity.
His heart pounded, his breath quickening as his head seemed to spin, time slowing as he thought over the situation. Fear and panic burned throughout his veins for the first time since he had left his homeworld. Never had he faced a question he could not answer.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Victor mentally struggled with the one question that had constantly plagued his mind since taking on the mantle of emperor. What would Gilgamesh do?
Unfortunately, Victor knew the answer to that question. The noble golden king would never back down from such a brazen challenge, especially when it was made by someone as infuriating as Ahana. With a sigh, Victor amped himself up, slapping his cheeks. His red eyes turned up, seeming to glow with some inner fire as he stared into Ahana’s.
“You know what, you are right,” said Victor, much to Ahana’s chagrin. “I plan on at least making it into the top nine this year. After all, given the circumstances, I might meet some old friends… or perhaps those that require introducing to the business end of my knife. That insufferable Mickey Mouse might even be there.”
Victor froze for a second, all dialogue ceasing abruptly. If Karl Jak was up to his usual tricks, then there was the possibility that not only would the best pin cushion in the world be attending, but perhaps some other individuals of interest. Perhaps even...
Victor shook his head. He had all but given up hope of meeting his former master in this world, and even then it would likely just be one of this world’s cheap imitations.
“I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day,” stated Victor, growing more emboldened by his own words. “I will be attending this event in the interest of obtaining new allies, and if I do find them, putting our state’s old enemies to the sword. Perhaps I will need Sigmund to help with this task. Of course, that would mean that for a temporary time, you will be in charge. Your chief priority in my absence will be to keep our people safe, naturally.”
Victor said this with a knowing grin, internally jeering as Ahana maintained eye contact.
“Of course I will, hurting our people is my least favourite thing to do,” Ahana lied.
Shaking his head, Victor walked away from the procession as he pulled his data device out, summoning Dave the guard to his location and sending off some messages to his other companions. He was sure to explain his plan to Sigmund and Cho, requesting that they both sign up and meet him inside the lobby area.
Whilst waiting he proceeded to summon up a small desk, quill, and paper. Taking a moment to think out the words he would need to use, Victor wrote up two letters in his finest handwriting, placing them both in envelopes and summoning a red wax seal over them. Reaching into his inside pocket, he removed a stamp and sealed each letter with the wolf's head, the official stamp of the former diplomatic branch of Nippur.
At that very moment, Dave announced his presence. Victor looked up to see him, pleased.
“Ah, good timing. I need you to deliver a letter for me. Know that it is very important that this reaches the right person; no one else is to see this letter and no one else is to know of it even existing. It is no lie that many lives may be at stake if this does not reach its intended target.”
Dave fidgeted, tense. “Lives are at stake for not delivering a letter, sir? That sounds... exaggerated.”
Victor only laughed, shaking his head. “Dave, my friend, you know better than most here what I can do to people that I actually like. Now imagine what I would do to someone that has failed me and harmed our reputation. Just, think about that.”
Dave let out an audible gulp as he took the letter and hid it inside one of the pouches on his belt.
“Good man. Now, deliver that to that giantess, Morag? Moron? Morene! That one, after that I feel that things will work themselves out quite nicely for us. In fact, once you do that, take a vacation. One of my subjects following simple orders is such a novel concept that you will have earned it.”
With that, Victor stuffed the second letter into his inside cloak pocket and proceeded to the Dante’s Abyss sign-up desk.
Tapping each of the people in line on the shoulder as he strolled past, they started to move out of the way once they realised who was behind them, allowing Victor to proceed quickly to the front. Finding himself at the front of the booth, Victor stood proudly, chin tilted imperiously up as he made eye contact with the booth’s attendant.
“My Name is Emperor Victor Wolfe the first. What I bring to this tournament is my mischievous nature, my potential of being the best antagonist this event has seen in years, and this handsome and marketable face. Can I take the form and head to the teleporter?”
The Syntech employee handling registration froze for a moment before laughing. Wiping a stray tear from the corner of their eye, they handed the form to Victor with little fuss.
“I take it this is not your first time?”
“Honey, you have no idea,” Victor said, winking at the cameras and giving a leisurely wave as he walked off to the teleporters.