The World’s King Slayer

Scarab, still seated upon the destroyed vehicle, was staring blankly at a mask and staff. "What should I do?" He asked unsure if he should even take this opportunity. "Well. You could take them, or just take them!" Red was blunt and direct. Scarab seemed to be knocked back into reality hearing this. He then reached out and took the mask. He then put it on and his mind was then transported to a dark room with a nebulae of purple chi floating above a throne. 

Seated was the World themselves. "Welcome Scarab" they said. Scarab realized he was laying upon the ground and got to his feet. The mask was gone and he was bare of any weapons or equipment. He stood barefoot and shirtless. Upon his back was a giant magic circle tattooed to his dark skin. He walked forward and stood feet from the World. He then bowed and faced the cosmic with respect. "Its honor to be here" the World stood and towered over Scarab. They crossed their arms behind them. "You are quite the individual Scarab. Spend most of your life scrapping and fighting for everything you have. Rising up as a vigilante alongside the Sun Demon. Do you know the name your enemies call you?" Scarab looked taken aback. "I got the name Scarab from the fighting pits. Shedding my old name. But I didn't look to find another identity following Sun. I never thought my enemies paid me any mind giving me a name?" He was speaking truthfully. I didn't do what he did for credit. He felt like he needed to put his money where his mouth was when it came to speaking of issues plaguing the people. 

"Are quite the modest one. They knew you as a threat. You were called the Vanishing Fiend. But everyone will know you as something else from now on. I want you to change your realm. The Tech Realm is no more. Technology you create from here on will benefit all realms. Not just your own. I heard what you intend to do with the power you have gained. From what I have seen of your life you will hold true to those ideals. And that is what I need in a king" the World patted his shoulder. "This chi cloud will elevate you to have power in wielding the two soul weapons I gave you. Use them well and elevate this realm to something else. Do you swear to do this?" Scarab felt apprehension in his chest. He felt the weight of a thousand souls on his shoulder. He then nodded, "I swear to be a king worthy of the World!" He sounded confident and sure. 

The World extended a hand and Scarab took it. He then felt his soul being branded sealing his oath. "I name the Magus King. May he reign with honor and wisdom" Scarab bowed. The World gestured to the chi cloud. "Please" Scarab then walked over and sat under the chi cloud.

Scarab opened his eyes and he was wearing the enchanted mask. And holding the scepter. He felt rejuvenated and his rank has jumped up. He could see and feel all chi around him and felt more connected to the realm he stood in. Red Demon and Smiling stood waiting for him to respond. "Wow…so I'm the new king?" He spoke to no one in particular. Seems the words themselves needed to be thrown into existence to make this situation real. It didn't feel real. He felt like he may have died and was reliving a past regret. He looked around at the down buildings and felt like he could fix them. He then pointed the staff at one and a beam of chi came out of it. He and the staff seemed to work in tandem as he began to control the power with his free hand. The buildings then slowly began to rebuild themselves. Even inserting destroyed parts to fill in the gaps. 

He could feel each brick, each beam, rooms where lives had resided, and memories he repaired all seeing each in his mind till finally there it stood brand new. He stared up at it with a proud feeling. "With this power we can rebuild a better realm" he thought, his mind filled with hope. 

"I think you just might Scarab" Red was impressed by the display. "Call me the Magus King" Scarab's voice was stern and absolute. 

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The three walked to the palace. They walked through the giant halls that were damaged and strewn about were dead automatons. They came to the throne room and found a dead girl in the corner of the room. Her throat had been slashed. Scarab approached and knelt down at the girl who was wrapped in a blanket. "The second princess," he told the other two. He shook his head and looked about seeing more dead automatons everywhere. The trio then walked down more halls till they came to an open door. They peered inside to find Farrah the Sun Demon sitting in front of a window. She had tears run down her face. She saw them and wiped them away quickly. "What is it? I thought I had till nightfall?" She sounded annoyed and embarrassed. "No. I apologize we merely came to escort the king to the palace" Red Demon stared gesturing behind him. Scarab stood with a purple mask on and radiated the power of a king. Farrah's eyes widened as she looked upon him. "The World crowned you?" She said with a flat tone. "Yes. You're looking at the Magus King now. The World wishes to shed the Tech Realm's identity and reinvent it. There has to be some irony in this request" Scarab jokes. 

Farrah smiled, "Glad it's you Scarab. You will do great things here I know. You need not worry about me protesting soon the old regime will be gone from here" she stood and started packing things into a bag. "We found your sister. Shall we build you a pyre?" Scarab asked with a sympathetic tone. "Yes…I would appreciate that" she paused packing to answer. "It will be done" Scarab bowed and then left the room to go make the pyre. 

Smiling left as well leaving Red Demon and Farrah alone. "You have a nice room" Red stared up at the carvings upon the wall. The painting of a setting sun upon an ocean. "That's nicely done" he said, really studying the piece upon the ceiling. He could see the skill of the brush stroke. Use of colors with smooth transition to create a warm feel with oranges, yellows, and reds. "Fan of art?" Farrah asked, pulling out a bracelet with four stones upon them. She then captured items with it. The bag she packed disappeared. "Yes I am" he said, still staring at the ceiling looking at the waves. "Who painted this?" He asked with pure curiosity. "My mother," she stated. Her eyes looked saddened and felt he had mentioned something bad. 

"She was killed by the king. If that's your next question?" She kept packing and absorbing into her bracelet. "No. I wasn't going to ask. Hated it when others asked me" he turned to look out the window. This caused Farrah to stop packing. "This your way of bonding?" Red Demon sat on the floor and pulled out a sketchbook and began drawing the ceiling with the painting. "If you say so. I apologize for my abruptness, but it's been awhile since I was able to peacefully draw. Your room is calming and you looked like you could use something to keep your mind preoccupied" he scribbled with his pencil. "I would think packing would suffice in keeping the mind preoccupied?" She was blunt through most of this interaction. But now he could tell he developed something when mentioning his mother. 

"Well I would assume each item in this room holds a memory. Yes packing may help with clearing the mind on simply packing. But when a memory strikes you that will cause your mind to drift off the task. Further adding to your grief" he looked up from his book and met her gaze. "But you have a stranger who is merely drawing your ceiling and merely here will help keep you distracted. Call it kindness" he went back to drawing and looking up at the ceiling. This caused Farrah to chuckle at this argument. "Never thought I would have that discussion. But I can see your argument" she picked up a book of poems. "This book I would read to Samantha before bed. She loved the poems on flowers and when I look upon it I see a five year old child smiling at me. And her sleeping face is beautiful and peaceful before sneaking away back to my room" she wiped away a tear. She then looked at the Red Demon. "Where do you hail from?" She said changing the subject. 

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At the bottom of the hole microbots swarmed and crawled all to a central point and began to interlock and build upon each other. They then began to form a head that then protruded legs like a spider. It then crawled over to the torso of the Topaz King. The neck then elongated and attached to the body. His eyes fluttered as he regained consciousness. He then started to crawl with his one arm dragging his torso along.