Emperor's Reckoning

Lyon stood up gallantly despite his smaller figure as it brought both awe and fear toward the civilians. His four blacktails were as light as a feather as it fluttered against the air however it could be as heavy as a mountain each if he willed it so. He had absolute control over his extra limbs yet his personality stayed the same. The insanity of the transformation could do nothing to his soul.

"Hey there beauty," said Lyon as he held up the healer's chin to her fright.

The leader wolfman raised his shaky arm before he grabbed Lyon's wrist. With a smile that caused him stinging pain, he muttered, "M-mercy, this one is still young."

Lyon shook his grab before he shook his head, "Of course she is, after all..."

He suddenly grabbed her mouth and held her up to the civilian's disbelief, "She made mistakes."

The onlookers opened their eyes wide as they muttered rejection from his act. However, none dare to fight him since the best of them was already at death's doorsteps.

"D..don't do it, she is a kind girl!" shouted the leader wolfman as he tried to get up.

Suddenly Lyon's right foot landed on his chest before pushing him down and destroyed the paving way. He didn't even look at him as he smirked against the girl.

The little beast girl tried to get away from him by beating his arm frantically and shaking her body in a random pattern but it was meaningless. The grip was tighter than any lock in the world. She could only stare at him with tears on the edges of her eyes.

"Tuey...no..." muttered the helpless leader.

"Tuey huh? Nice name, shame, you have to go and try to frame me," smirked Lyon before one of his tails swirled around her body as it held her up in the air. He slowly let go of his hand and freed her mouth.

She shook her head as fast as she could and her tears swayed to the hot paving way, "N-no-no, please... I beg of you..."

Her lips quivered as her tail wiggled low. Her dog ears bend down and her face had a shade of red hue. Lyon looked at the glossy eyes that beg for forgiveness. She couldn't be any more fragile than this since even with his current height, he was still taller than her.

Lyon knew the onlookers condemned him with their looks, but they stood silent and held their thoughts. He took a glance around them, "You are all the same!"

His bellowing filled the entire island as if it was just a neighborhood you could walk it out in an hour.

"What's the difference do you have with humans? In the face of injustice?! You too did nothing but whisper! What can your whisper do if you face someone like me? Nothing!"

Lyon took a breath before he turned around, "You see Tuey, in this world, because we have intelligence, we know good and bad. However, those 'good' and 'bad' were taught by someone that also don't comprehend the matter fully."

"So it's a flawed knowledge, but knowledge nonetheless. A 'good' can also mean a 'bad' for someone out there and vice versa. You are all doctrine by your ancestors that was betrayed by humans long ago, eons ago! However, never did your ancestor told you that you are all innocent! We are all imperfect!"

"No matter when no matter where! There will be people that stood against your 'good' and your 'bad'! We are all the same, some of you are good and some of you are bad, but personally, I don't give a fuck!"

(Alright, now they are confused) thought Lyon as he smiled at them before he turned around and faced Tuey who was watching him with disbelief.

The old man with his two servants was watching from afar while the former was gulping his saliva, "Damn, he sure knows how to get attention and control the atmosphere in a whim, what a leader quality."

"But what I do give a fuck, is woman, no matter the race!" shouted Lyon without any shred of shame, he even crossed his arm while saying so.

"And, my enemy, but it's a different kind," muttered Lyon softly before he brought Tuey to his face.

His lips were getting near as Tuey struggled to get away but to no avail. Her strength was not enough to break free from a single tail from him.

"No..no... PLEA—"

"You see..." her eyes opened wide as her pupils shrunk when she heard him whispered to her ear, "All activated spell has a trace."

Her eyes suddenly turned blank as she was shouting, "IT WAS M—"

"TOO LATE!" smirked Lyon as he robbed her necklace away from her neck. She instantly passed out and lose consciousness. Dangling in his tail, he let her rest.

His eyes turned sharp as he stared deeply against the blue sapphire pendant, "You love the show?"

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Somewhere in a room behind a desk was a bald old man with a potbelly who was watching a mirror. His forehead was sweating as he saw one big eye that was as deep as the galaxy itself staring down at him from it.

"Impossible, Impossible! This is a joke, there is no way it could be traced!" shouted the fat old man.

"Archmage, Archmage!"

Two Archmages opened the door and rushed in they wore a really long white robe and a staff to amplified their magic strength and mana efficiency.

"You said that the necklace was untraceable! What in the wretches fuck is this then?!" shouted the old man as he was pointing at the mirror.

"Impossible..." said both of them at the same time.

"Yeah, that's what I said!"

Both of them gulped, "I think, I think, I think that we are dealing with someone that is superior in the knowledge of magic, especially the rare and forbidden energy, anti-mana."

"My name is Lyon Torga, see you later!" said Lyon as he crushed the pendant.

The mirror immediately broke from the impact of the sudden loss of the link.

The fat old man sat down in disbelief and flurry of panting before he muttered softly, "Call the superiors... all of them."

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