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Soul Tyrant scoffed slightly as he observed the Follies and Mistakes. Disgusting creatures. They were once smart scholars, and had his weaker self been smarter, perhaps they could achieve the immortality he now had.
Stupid Pale King. Had he not interfered with his plans, things might have ended differently.
Soul Tyrant suppressed those thoughts. No matter. It was time for a revolution.
And he knew just the bug to help.
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“Let me get this straight. You’re starting a new era and you want me to help?” Xero’s tone was nothing but incredulous.
“That’s correct.” Soul Tyrant waved a hand flippantly. “If I recall correctly, you started the original rebellion. The one that had the king on edge.”
“I- I wasn’t in the right state of mind then!” Xero’s cloak fluttered as he stammered to find his words. “I was executed for that very reason! Because the stupid Radiance got in my head!”
Soul Tyrant bathed in the other ghost’s nervousness. He absolutely knew Xero hated being reminded of his action in life. The red clad warrior had started a rebellion, one that actually took down quite a few of the King’s guard.
And then the dumbass turned his nails on the King and was executed. How tragic. Soul Tyrant never let Xero live it down, not when he had the chance to rub it in more. Markoth would have his head if he knew.
“But your rebellion did something! You know how to lead, know how to get the point across. Together, we’d be unstoppable! We’d have it all: money, power, fame!” Soul Tyrant slipped an arm around Xero.
“Imagine it: you and I, sitting on top of thrones. A throne you were robbed of at the last second. The lesser bug would bow before us, beg us and do anything to get in our good graces!”
“I don’t know…” Xero gazed at him. “Isn’t that like a dictatorship? I’ve had my fair share of experience with those. They aren’t good for anyone. Not even the higher up.”
Soul Tyrant shook his head. “You’re thinking about it wrong, Xero. It’s a dictatorship if the leader is rude about it. We’ll be the nicest rulers to ever grace this kingdom. The Pale King was a joke. We’ll be better than he ever was!”
Xero picked up Soul Tyrant’s arm and moved it off of him. “I don’t think this is a good idea. We’re fine as we are. We don’t need a new ruler. Never will need a new one.”
With that, Xero turned his back on Soul Tyrant, pulling out a nail and disappearing out of the Soul Sanctum’s halls.
Soul Tyrant watched the warrior go. Anger boiled inside of him. How dare he?! Xero would’ve been the perfect second in command! Who had tainted his mind to think the plan was bad?!
Soul Tyrant huffed. He turned away and retreated to put his plan into action.