Zala'Vas, King of Twilight

[Zala'Vas]

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long may he reign.

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It’s to be expected; it was uneventful enough and over 400 years ago, but it still sits wrong with him that something most people consider so important to their development is just blank for him. His family, the Wergilds, are an ancient noble family owning a series of deep mines. From their stock came the stone and metal that built the great fortress of a capitol, as well as the city around it. The second son of the family, he was never destined to inherit the business itself, and instead was raised to represent the family in the Twilight court. [break][break] Charming and handsome, Zala’Vas found that learning tact, diplomacy, and manipulation came easily. He was well-liked and relatively popular when he took his place in the new Princess’s court, and set to work immediately ingratiating himself to not only Midna, but to her advisers and the members of the guard. He married a fellow courtier at 130, and by 150 they’d adopted three sons and a daughter. Zal and his oldest two sons would go out hunting, while his partner and the remaining children would stay in the city. And while the marriage was certainly one of political convenience, a true affection grew between them, the soft glow of a genuine, loving friendship. [break][break] The shock of Zant's betrayal of Midna rippled through the Twilight like nothing that had come before. And while he was hurt to see Midna exiled in the way she was, Zala'Vas knew that, for the sake of his family, he had to keep his head down. And he did; the adviser continued to advise, continued to negotiate on behalf of the Wergild family, continued providing for his family and his country. And for that, he was punished. Though he did not know of it, Zala'Vas's husband had been organising a resistance against the Usurper among residents of the capital, and had been caught at one of the rallies with their youngest son. Despite his service to Zant, Zal wasn't even able to be there for the execution of his loved ones; he and his remaining children were imprisoned beneath the castle, left to rot in the dark together. [break][break] And then Midna came back with her hero, the shining knight, and retook the throne. She cleared the city of Zant's remaining followers, freed all of his prisoners, returned all of the stolen property. Zala'Vas, along with his sons and daughter, left the city for a time. They were given the space to grieve and bury those they lost, spending time at the Wergild estate. But eventually even the silence wasn't comforting anymore, and Zal knew he had to return to work. Along with his remaining children, he returned to the court, took up a position organising the guard, and began losing himself in the bustle of a newly-freed regime. He drank extensively, he partied with the others of his caste, celebrating the life they had been given anew, but he never forgot, never stopped simmering. The icy cold clutches of a calm wrath sat beneath his otherwise calm exterior. Against reason, the rage was centred on Midna herself, the loving princess who had not been strong enough to hold her throne, but was given it freely upon her return, winning it on the back of a legendary hero from another world. [break][break] A century after her return, he began his new life's work. Hearing rumours of a small pocket of Zant cultists in the city, he sought them out. He'd always loved hunting, and tracking other Twili was surprisingly easy when one was driven by purpose. He approached them behind a mask, charmed and fought his way to the top of the cult. Fortunately for him, he was the only noble in the group, otherwise someone was sure to recognise his sword and fighting style. He bathed his sword in his own blood, then bathed himself in the blood of others. That icy rage that threatened to destroy his heart was sated a bit with each death. He had room to breathe for a moment before it overtook him again. [break][break] Under his management, the cult grew and began attracting further attention, including that of the court itself. As a higher up in the guard, he was able to manipulate patrol routes to avoid the concentrated pockets while making sure that one or two were caught here and there. As an old and trusted courtier, who had every reason to despise the memory of Zant, he was able to spread concerns over Midna's ability to lead. She seemed so tired, didn't she? She wasn't able to defeat Zant on her own, and now she wasn't even able to defeat his ghost? It took decades to build the support he needed, but Zala'Vas had patience. He wasn't against the Twilight, quite the opposite actually. He loved his people and he loved his home, it was just that it needed a proper leader. One that could protect everyone, or die trying. [break][break] His cult was spectacular. So many members so eager to hear what he had to say. They didn't know who Zant had actually been- a pathetic coward who had never done anything without the permission of his patron- and came to believe in a warped Twili nationalism that Zala'Vas fed them. They appreciated the nobility; after all, Zant had allowed most of the nobility to live and remain doing their work. It was Midna who was the problem. That was the one thing Zala'Vas told his cultists that he actually believed, with all his heart. [break][break] When the cult stormed the castle, the nobles he had swayed remained in their quarters. The guards under his control stood aside. It wasn't bloodless- Midna was well-loved- but it was clean. Following his choreography, the initial confrontation was with only a few of his elite warriors. Then, slowly, his cultists entered in greater and greater numbers until they filled the chamber. They were under strict instructions to be polite, but not reverential, toward Midna. So when she asked them to remove their helmets, they did. She didn’t know any of the initial group, but Zala'Vas stepped in behind them, walked to the front, and removed his own mask. The hurt in her eyes made his heart sing. But he didn't get to say anything before she, true to form, fled through a portal to the Realm of Light. He sneered, but it didn't matter. He had won, and finally sat upon the throne he had earned through his hard work. [break][break] "Well," began the first official declaration of the new King of Twilight, "get to it then. Let's have a coronation party, all in the kingdom are invited."

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[Zala'Vas]

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I WILL CONSUME EVERYTHING!

IT’S GOOD TO BE KING.

The king sat low on his throne, slouching enough that his mother would have chastised him, crown or no, were she still alive. In his left hand, he clutched a goblet half-full of pungent wine. His eyelids were partially-closed over eyes that seemed to be focused on nothing in particular, dulled by the alcohol. His thoughts swam slightly on the edge of this buzz, the ever-present cold he felt just at the edge of his consciousness, held at bay for the time being. A commoner from the city stood at the base of the stairs to his throne with his hands clasped together. “My king,” he pleaded, “your zealots need to be stopped. I have no allegiance to Midna, but they ransacked my store, please help me.”

Please help me echoed in his mind, memories of his daughter asking for help lacing up her boots, his husband asking him to look over a speech. His own words for the guard to their cell. He sat up, hand surprisingly steady on the goblet front. “What kind of shop do you run, sir?”

The man nodded at nothing, “I’m a clothier, sire. I and my daughters make lovely clothing for the nobles. In fact, it was my father who made the coat you wear right now.”

“Very well,” Zala’Vas said, blinking some of the cobwebs from his brain, “in our kingdom, we look after those who do the right thing. Reimburse this man for what he has lost, with an extra ten percent, and station guards at his door. If anyone harasses him further,” he grinned with excitement, “I will deal with them personally. Sir, please accept my -our- humblest apologies. Please let us know if you need anything else from the court.”

“Thank you, thank you!” the Twili seemed on the verge of tears as he left the throne room, ushered to where he might be paid his recompense.

“Your Majesty,” one of his advisers said, “we simply can’t afford to keep reimbursing the people harmed by roving bands of the faithful.”

Zala’Vas took another drink and turned to the adviser. “My predecessor presided over two civil wars and lost both of them. She ran away from her people not once, but twice, and did only the bare minimum to make up for the problems she caused upon her return. We will not be making the same mistake. We are just, and fair, and even if we are not directly responsible for the harm inflicted in our name, we will make it right, no matter the cost.”

Of course, he wasn’t entirely honest. While he truly believed he was the best man to sit on the throne of Twilight, he had no delusions about his position. He knew that Midna wasn’t at fault for either of the civil wars: the responsibility for those laid at the feet of Zant and himself. But she had run away from the danger and didn’t stand to help, and for that she deserved death. The responsibility for the deaths in his family lay at the feet of two people. He wasn’t there when Zant was killed, but he would be there when Midna was. The blood pact demanded it. He took another drink. “Send in the next one.”

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