Thread: Bane of Atlantis (Dutchy - Archer)

Issydrix couldnt believe what he was hearing, inside he was shocked, a flaw was found in his seemingly perfect plan. Everything fell into place except the one woman of all the mortals he desired. However, he expression didnt waver, and he merely nodded, followed by but these few words If it is for the good of Atlantis, then it shall be willed. He then turned away from the girl, he would be filled in on the foreign affairs of Atlantis later, under his rule they will indeed rise to be a great force, there was no doubt in his mind. For now they had a god king, or so it seemed. He waved his hand to her to motion that he was done speaking, dismissing her. The night went on, the feast prepared was composed of a dazzling array from ocean creatures, both large and small witch where served in troves to worship the coming of their prophesized leader. In an act to gain his new peoples trust, he had commanded that the meal be given to the poor and less fortunate, for as a god he need not consume mortal foods, and so the banquet halls where opened to the masses, the Atlantians overcome with a newfound sense of unity. Over the course of the next few days he learned of the nations policies, their foreign relations, their trade, and all the inner workings and political nuances. He began to make changes, pushing towards technology and science, he brought in artists and had commissioned that the grand hall be ornamented with statues and paintings to testament his arrival, and the evils he had perished from the land. Everyone so willingly accepted him, but it was all as he expected. This ever, four days from his arrival, he was to meet with the High Priest. The priest entered the throne room, the throne that was ordered to be built not yet arrived. Issydrix stood in the center, watching as the artisans and painters worked their trade in the grand hall, turning to face the man clad in indigo robes, his flamboyant hat sitting atop his head, the symbol of his rank and authority. My Lord The elderly priest spoke, You called upon me to discuss the exchange of our priestess to the lands of Arabia? The demon simply nodded his head. What is it that you wish to know? Its not what I wish to know, its what I wish to do. Issydrix spoke. The girl is the one I desire to be my bride. He said, simply put, but the priest grew frantic, nervously toying with his silk sash. But MLord, that woman was promised to the Sultan as a bride, in exchange for peace between our countries His voice trailed as the emotionless figure loomed before him. I understand this he said down to the priest. But their backwards and godless people have no right to taint our women, especially one so beautiful. The priest looked shocked by their rulers words. If we want the good of Atlantis, then we give them some mere gold, perhaps trade with some of our exotic goods. He shook his head, waving his hand to the priest. My decision is final, and if the Sultan has issues, then tell him to bring it up with your god. With that the demon left the man, fumbling about in his nerves, knowing fair well that this would not bode well with their current ties to the Arabian peoples. But he trusted their demon prince, for he was their savior, was he not?