Stella sighed, looking at the empty streets of Callens. Multese soldiers were quickly approaching to claim their "rightful" territory amidst the military incursion into the capital. Callens had been evacuated, thousands of dead soldiers and citizens had been cleaned up by the federal commissioners. Arisa was beside her like usual, but her other aides had either defected, died or evacuated already. Stella was just insistent on taking one last stroll in the empty capitol. Perhaps she felt nostalgic, perhaps she wanted to convey a message to Arisa.

"..This is where Viktor Chernov got shot."

"..."

"He was my closest aide, I considered him my right hand man."

Stella ran her fingers across the bench they were sitting on. Across the bench, a small monument sat titled "In Honor of Viktor Chernov". It wasn't anything flashy, but neither was the man it was dedicated to. Stella knelt in front of the monument and clasped her hands together. Arisa followed her, kneeling next to Stella and praying for Viktor Chernov.

"May the Goddess of Sleep give him an eternal rest."

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They were in front of the Rose Palace lawn this time. It still looked immaculate despite the strikes in the capital. Arisa couldn't help but feel impressed by the handy work of Comrade Fruit. The lawn was almost shining in light of the distant noises of artillery strikes. Perfectly trimmed, Arisa wondered if Fruit was a magician or so dedicated that the lawns were so precise even when the nation was falling apart.

"It's beautiful.."

"This is where I watched Coco give his first speech as President. I was hiding amongst the masses, I wish he showed me back then."

Stella ran her fingers across the fence in the lawn, wooden splinters making her fingers ever so slightly bleed leaving oozing black liquid on the fence. She stared off in the distance, Arisa wasn't sure what exactly Stella was imagining but it was very obvious she was reminiscing about Coco.

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Arisa looked around herself, the location seemed very unfamiliar to the HARPY agent. There was an endless line of jail cells in what seemed to be inside a mountain. The cries of the souls trapped inside echoed through the empty halls of the cave. The ragged surfaces dampened the sounds of the damned. Screams of "OVERTOOOOON WINDOOOOW" occurred occasionally, distracting Arisa and making her head turn.

"This is where I met my best friend. Slavic had smited him and I had come to listen to his complaints as we used to do before the implementation of the mute system."

"Union was damned by the gods?"

"Only for a few weeks" (IRP weeks)

"I see.. and he still liked you all?"

"Yeah! He's really the best."

She took out a bottle of whiskey (you know what kind) and poured it on the ground. Watching the liquid disperse on the ground and slowly being consumed by the floor. Arisa thought it was wasteful, maybe Union would be upset that she wasted good whiskey. Maybe he'd laugh about it, she was unsure.

"I know what you're thinking. He's stuck in Evernight right now, with the wall he erected to protect it. Not even I can intrude to disturb his peace."

Arisa nodded, but she didn't really buy it.

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They walked in front of the TCP building, watching its perfect state; Arisa couldn't help but wonder if they were purposefully leaving the building alone. Perhaps it was nostalgic to them, or perhaps they had grander plans. Who knew at this point? It's grand construction, the red tiles, the giant logo and it's once busy halls made justice of the hard-working citizens that inhabited the party. Chiefly, Party Official Bukharin (Slavic) stood out to Arisa. They walked past Clara Zetkin's (Stella) office and directly walked into Bukharin's office.

"Do you know what happened to her?"

"Slavico? I don't. She disappeared one day, and I never saw her again. I'm just here to leave a rose like I usually do."

"Had it become a routine for you?"

"Yes, she was the best during our early days working together. Despite all the bickering, she is truly a lovely friend."

Stella left a rose on her desk for the last time and gave a small prayer for the Party Official. Then they quickly left the room, exactly how it was for months (irp) now.

"There is one last thing I want to see.."

"Is it.."

"Yes, it is."

Stella snapped her fingers, a small room appearing. The seats still disorganised, the room still filled with smoke. "Ticket-9" still alive in her memory.

"This is the first time Rachel met with the TCP, I still recall it proudly. She did very well for herself."

"KKP still leads Tutum, right?"

"Indeed"

"Then why have the Tutumites taken up arms?"

"When.. when the incident happened in the capital. I telegraphed a letter to High Knight Union."

"..I wasn't aware of that"

"I told him, I wanted a homeland to return to. When Callens was destroyed, when Eosara and Alexandria seceded. I wanted Tutum to still be my homeland."

"I see."

They both stared at the empty room, neither knowing what exactly to do. Aimlessly wandering the small room over and over. Trying to think of any way to honor Rachel.

"Well.. I suppose she's going to be in my castle waiting for us."

"Indeed."

"Let's just-"

Stella bowed down towards the room and put her hands together as if she was apologising.

"I thought you were Chinese"

"I am"

"That was very Japanese of you.

"Oh screw off!"

Part 2 Coming.. eventually

TW: Blood and Descriptions of Violence

Stella sat down infront of a fairly large building, watching the wind gently blow the Tutum flag side to side. Nobody had noticed her yet, or if they had perhaps they were too scared to approach her. She spread her wings wide to feel the gentle breeze that had been missing from her life for so long. She was simply waiting to be approached, she wasn't a barbarian, just barging in and demanding something just seemed downright abusive.

"Ah, the gentle summer breeze. It's a beautiful feeling after a fulfilling meal."

Stella put her hands infront of her, and watched crimson liquid drip from her black tainted hands. She had just finished a meal, of course, she left her victim alive. It would've been unbecoming of the President to kill her own subjects. Though, she has getting worse and worse at holding back.

"I wonder if they'll come outside and greet me.."

As she was thinking of the possibility of a confrontation, a megaphone was turned on;

"We don't know who you are, but we don't take kindly to you blood suckers!"

The man speaking sounded afraid, at least Stella thought so. From where she was sitting she could see the man holding a megaphone and standing infront of a window. Of course, he wasn't unaccompanied, each window had a security officer watching her with their guns drawn.

"So that's your choice then.."

She put her hand on her knee, staining it with blood, and used it as a crutch to get up. Slowly walking towards the entrance she shouted;

"Stand down, I will only retrieve Rachel Woolf from your facility. None of you need to be harm-"

The sound of bullets being fired cut Stella off from her attempt at peace, and as she looked down towards herself she saw that she was bleeding from the chest.

"hm.."

As she walked through the door, a small pool of blood following her, she focused her attention on the officer who shot at her.

"You."

Her wings spread wide, all her various eyes opening and staring at the lone officer. For a moment, the officer imagined numerous amounts of horrific ways to die but his thought process was cut clean, as Stella punched through his chest and the building was enveloped in darkness.

"-hrkh"

--

"-ugh"

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The sound of men dying filled out the hallways as the false Goddess walked towards the centre of the facility.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

..and so did her laughter.

When the lights came back on, the hallways looked like a pack of wild wolves had found themselves a feast. Stella was similarly covered in the blood and gore of the security personnel of the facility. She licked the blood clean off of a personnel card and pressed it against a scanner, slowly opening the door to one of the rooms.

"...What the fuck?" Rachel stood there, surprised at the sudden appearance of her sister. Frankly, she was more surprised at the state of her sister as she had been secretly hoping she'd appear.

"I came to rescue you!" Stella smiled, as if nothing was wrong.

Art made by : kzvua on instagram

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TW: Blood

The other aides looked uncomfortable, as Stella stood at the Press Room podium. She looked more presentable, her eyes had cloth over them preventing more liquid from leaking and her wings covering her face. The wings on her back withdrawn, hidden behind her. Wearing a more presentable white dress and finally some shoes. Her pale skin partially covered up by makeup, her hair tied neatly as to look kept. She finally speaks to break the silence,

"Is the Camera ready?"

"Yes." replies Arisa

"Are the other aides not going to reply?"

One of the trembling officers tried to speak to her.

"M..Madam President-"

"Yes, dearest Joshua?"

"I.. I have a family back at home"

The President visibly frowned, her wings twitched and she slowly shook her head. She clearly looked displeased at the reply.

"You are not in any danger Joshua. It's displeasing to hear that you are afraid of me. I am still the same person who looked after your kids when your wife was sick."

"...I'm sorry Madam President"

"It's okay.. I know you'll choose the correct option when the time comes."

"...Right"

"So.. let's start the broadcast" She pointed towards the Camera crew.

The crew behind the camera jumped as if they were scared of her even simply gesturing towards them. When the crew came to their senses, they started rushing around, plugging and unplugging cables; adjusting lights and changing the backdrop. As they ran around, they all noticed Stella following them with her many eyes. Simply waiting for them to signal their preparedness.

"Three"

"Two"

"One"

"Action"

The click of a clapperboard filled the room as Stella took a deep breath. She pointed towards the camera and begun speaking;

"Hello, fellow citizens of the Democracy of Reddit. It's your 9th President speaking to you."

"..."

"I know how I look, I know that your children are watching this broadcast.. but don't be afraid, I am still determined to stand at the helm throughout these dangerous waters."

"..."

"I have found enlightenment in the old blood, and I sincerely wish to share that with you all."

"..."

"You.. You won't be as I am. But you will change, you will feel warm. You will crave blood, but you must seek moderation. You will feel complete, you will be one of my kin."

"..."

"..My friend, Arisa, my aide. She will be the first of my kin. She has been a close confidant to me. I wish to provide her with eternal life, as I was granted."

Arisa slowly walked towards the podium, appearing within the view of the camera. She looked nervous, but confident in her decision. She reached Stella, as the knelt down infront of the President, next to the podium. She looked up towards Stella and for the first time she acknowledging the beauty of the creature Stella had become.. or perhaps she had changed in her presence instead.

"Thank you Arisa.."

"I'm half curious myself-"

Stella took out a blade from the podium, and pressed it against her hand causing it to start bleeding. She extended her hand towards Arisa, opening up her palm and letting the crimson liquid drip onto Arisa's open mouth. Slowly, as her mouth filled up and started dripping down her chin. Arisa swallowed the crimson liquid and spoke forth;

"I hereby pledge my allegiance to you, Queen of the Tainted Blood, to bring forth a bright future for your kin."

The sound of trumpets echo throughout all of Callens.

As the noise gets louder and louder, a darkness falls upon the Press Room, Stella's wings open wide and her eyes do so as well. As the room gets darker, all you can see is the many red glowing eyes of the President.

*click!*

(I am NOT declaring myself a political queen. This isn't establishing a kingdom/queendom in the DoR and it wont change its political landscape. This is a cultural thing.

Ahem, regardless, if you want to be a vileblood like Arisa all you have to do is type what Arisa said in the comments ^^)

Stella sat in the middle of a small bathroom, infront of a foggy mirror. Arisa had brought her to a small shack in Evernight, trying to hide her in secret internal affairs sites had proven to be more trouble than it was worth. So there she was, sitting in the middle of a foggy bathroom in a small shack as the President of the Democracy of Reddit and a member of the ruling monarchy in Tutum.

"...this is highly embarrassing"

She muttered under her breath, as Arisa walked through the door haphazardly carrying a large bucket of steaming water which she put down next to the President. Then, she replied to her comment.

"You should've thought of that before.. becoming a monster."

"I'm a divine being.."

"An angel wouldn't need a government official to wash blood and gore off of her."

"...I suppose I am in a pathetic state"

"that.. you are"

Arisa took one of Stella's wings and pulled it wide with one hand and with the other started lathering pet shampoo on the stained feathers. Trying to be careful to not get any in her many eyes.

"Close your.. wing eyes please"

"mhm.." with that, her many eyes shut.

"Are you.. embarrassed?" Arisa giggled,

"I've never been unable to wash myself.."

"I didn't take that a divine being could be embarrassed"

"..."

As Arisa kept washing her wings and hair, Stella started speaking;

"I have been craving more.."

"What does that mean?"

"More warmth.. more blood."

"Are you not satiated with the blood I gathered?"

"Animals blood.. doesn't taste the same as humans"

"...I won't go out to butcher people"

"I never asked for that"

"I'm not letting you drink mine either"

"I don't want that either.. I just want you to let me leave the house."

"...It's not like I can stop you"

"Okay.."

Stella let out an audible sigh, her feathers were once more pristine white and her hair didn't stink of the metallic smell of blood. Her skin was even paler than before, but somehow she looked healthier over the past few days. Still, just being around her was still incomprehensively inhuman and "wrong". Arisa was still instinctively disgusted by the sight of Stella, but she had started getting used to it.

"Will you join me?"

"In what?"

"In healing from the emptiness in ones heart.."

"Like you?"

"You won't change as much as me. Just fill that emptiness with the warm embrace of my blood."

"That weirdly sounds like you're hitting on me."

"I am not.."

"...I'll have to think about it"

Arisa pushed forward the wheelchair which the President had been tied to. She had never seen such a thing before. Stella had sprouted wings from various places of her body, her tears were of a viscous liquid akin to blood, her skin had grown pale, her eyes shut. As more of the liquid streamed down the face of the President, Arisa took out a cloth and wiped her face clean. Still, liquid kept pouring out of her closed eyes; and still Arisa kept wiping it clean with the cloth.

"Why.. are you keeping me restrained dearest Arisa?"

"You're a risk to yourself and those around you ma'am.."

"I feel perfectly fine, better than ever."

"You tried to kill me."

"I tried to enlighten you Arisa.. I wish you no harm. You are my closest confidant."

"...It didn't seem that way to me"

"Then why are you still taking care of me?"

"..."

Arisa let go of the wheelchair and put the cloth away, letting the liquid stream down her face once more. It slowly started dripping on the stained white clothes that Stella was wearing. Stella's wings stretched themselves wide, revealing many closed eyes along the wings. Just as they stretched, they withdrew closer to Stella, stuffing themselves around her like a protective shield.

"Are you scared?"

"..I'd be lying if I said I wasn't"

"Have you made it known to my wife and sister?"

"Nobody knows what happened to you. Don't worry, I've been taking care of the government."

"...I just wish they could see the brilliance of the blood"

"I'm not sure I follow..?"

"I.. felt empty, the politics, the governance, the emotions. It all felt empty, like the warmth of my blood had been taken away. Like the light in my soul had been snuffed out. I was devoid of something so critical to my being."

"Is this about your divinity?"

"Perhaps.. I know not the cause of this endless yearning for warmth. All I know is that consuming soothes the cold and sharing soothes the emptiness in my soul."

"Consuming and sharing what?"

"Blood."

"..."

"I don't intend to harm anyone.."

"..."

Stella turned towards Arisa, the wings at the back of her head covered her face as if she was hiding from the world. Slowly, the dripping liquid stained the pure white feathers. Arisa watched as the wings slowly parted to reveal her blood red eyes, wide open, staring at her. She froze in place, as if she was a wild animal witnessing unnatural human machinations.

"Are the flowers not so pretty tonight, dearest Arisa?"

Arisa covered her mouth, Stella looked unnatural. Her eyes too wide, her skin too white. Her eyes watched Arisa, filled with a wild serenity, it watched her.

Arisa watched as the Stella sat on the stairway leading down towards Evernight proper. HARPIES were not informed about this visit, neither were any of their close compatriots. Not even the High Knight knew of her vacation into Evernight. Arisa didn't know why they were there, she didn't know why it was just her and Stella but she knew that they weren't here for a simple vacation.

"Do you know how it feels, when you are stripped of your most treasured part?"

Stella spoke plainly, gazing at the horizon at the night. Almost like reminiscing the skies, the night. Arisa reached out her hand towards Stella;

"Lady Stella-"

"It's okay Arisa, I just.. I just yearn for the skies sometimes."

"...Aren't you satisfied with what you have?"

"I just.. feel empty dearest Arisa. I feel empty, like something of mine had been stripped away."

"I see.. is that why we're here?"

Stella turned to Arisa, with an indescribable look on her face. She looked apathetic and excited at the same time. Arisa's hand instinctively fell back down, she felt as though she could not reach Stella. Almost as if she had built a wall around herself. She instinctively reached for her pistol, watching Stella as she slowly got up.

"It's okay Arisa, I won't harm you.."

"I- I'm sorry Ma'am, I just.."

"It's normal to instinctively cower in the face of the divine dearest.."

Stella took out a small vial of red viscous liquid, and shook it in front of Arisa. The liquid stuck to the walls of the vial, staining it a deep red. Arisa instinctively felt weary, the vial emanated an aura that made her want to get away from it. It felt off, she wasn't sure exactly what was off but she knew that the blood wasn't meant to be.

"What is that..?"

"I had a follower.. bring this to me dearest"

"..."

"It's blood, it's blood of ancient gods of the land."

"..."

"Or so the tales say, I feel a deep sorrow. I really do. It feels so empty and I wish to make myself whole once more."

"..."

Arisa watched as Stella opened up the vial of blood and in a swift motion took it upon her mouth. As the world stood still Arisa watched Stella's eyes dart around, unfocused and un-sincere. Stella fell on her knees and hands as Arisa rushed towards her.

"Lady Ste-"

Stella's strength gave out as she fell to the floor, in agony, she laid on her back staring at the stars. How she yearned for them once more, how she needed them once more.

Stella watched as the remainder of her administration was running around, trying to figure out how to salvage the situation. Most of her close allies had either been snapped out of existence or have chosen to watch from afar as the walls came in closer towards the 9th President. A lot of controversy followed the Communist Party with their unorthodox methods. Critique from the left followed their calm manner and the critique from the right followed ideological lines. Although both agreed on one thing, Stella had been on the authoritarian side of things. Stella herself didn't think that she was either a Libertarian nor a Authoritarian but the press disagreed.

"The Government is dead, everyone."

As Stella spoke those words, all eyes turned towards her. Some furious, some pleased and some confused.

"Yesterday, I forced the Parliament and the Judiciary into recess following critical losses in their leadership."

She looked around at the intrigued politicians, trying to guess her next move.

"Doggi and I promised Doria that this would be the reconstruction ticket. All sides have fired shots against each other many many times."

She felt as though she was trampling on her comrades hard labour, but she continued;

"Today, we are getting together a bipartisan committee for reconstruction of Doria."

The room suddenly got louder, questions flying around, hands raised and a few fights had broken out between the press.

"Calm down everyone. It was shown over and over that the parliament and the courts are incompetent without their stars. I was one of the major leads in its law before becoming president. We cannot expect such large and comprehensive organisations to ever reach a common conclusion. I am not betraying my ideals, nor do I intend this to be a display of authoritarian for other presidents to copy."

And she continued,

"I will hold true to my promises and we will reconstruct Doria."

As she finished her sentence, the room erupted once more but instead of bickering with the press as she'd usually do, for once she turned back and walked away leaving her aides to answer the questions.