Malus: World of War I
The Demon of France
Rochefort VS Demona
Stories You Should Be Familiar With:
The Three Musketeers
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
The Legend of Zelda
MARSEILLE, FRANCE, 3:40 PM
Cardinal Richelieu proceeded through open doors into the throne room, which he had usurped from King Louis months ago. Much to his pleasure, the monarchy of France had been disposed of, allowing him to more easily manipulate the kingdom against itself. During his time in power, Richelieu had eliminated many of his political rivals, disbanded the Musketeers entirely, and was now the second most powerful man in the country. The only rival of his that remained was Judge Claude Frollo, who saw through his lies and treachery against him. Richelieu had hired several mercenaries, using the alias of the infamous warlord, Ganondorf Dragmire, who was quickly rising to power in the world. The devious cardinal, despite recognizing two great threats, also found an advantage in both of them. An advantage he knew he could use when sights of a strange demon of the night were reported in Paris.
Within the throne room awaited Richelieu's most efficient and most trusted captain, Rochefort. The captain kneeled before the Cardinal and planted a kiss on his ring.
"Your eminence," said Rochefort.
Richelieu proceeded to his throne, "This demon that your men have sighted in the city. What have you learned of it?"
Rochefort rose to his feet, "Whatever it is, it appears that it can only survive in the night. The contingent I sent to find it last night reported that it fled towards dawn."
Richelieu seated himself upon the seat of his stolen power, "Have you learned why this creature plagues the city?"
"We have seen no others of its kind. With the reports of sorcerers rising in this kingdom, I wouldn't be surprised if more of them showed up eventually."
Richelieu sat calmly in his throne, seeming to ponder something in his mind. Suddenly, his lips stretched into a smile of realization and excitement.
Rochefort could tell that his master had an idea, "What would you have me do?"
"Post guards in the city."
"Any of them. But not here. You stated that this creature attacks whatever outpost our soldiers are posted at. And do make sure the citizens know that it was on Frollo's orders."
Rochefort smiled maliciously. He realized what his master was planning, "I'll give the order immediately, your eminence."
"See that you do."
LYON, FRANCE, 5:20 AM
Heavily-armed soldiers on horseback marched into the city of Lyon. It was now nightfall, when the creature was sure to emerge. The citizens wearily stepped out of their homes, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes, Rochefort requesting that they convene in front of the church. After a couple of minutes of riding, Rochefort, the soldiers, and the citizens reached the church. An archdeacon approached walked out of the house of God and approached Rochefort.
"What is this?! You dare bring your vile weapons before a house of God?!" he shouted.
Rochefort then stepped down from his horse and raised his head, revealing his face from underneath his hat. The archdeacon's heart skipped a beat as he quickly recognized the well-known captain.
"Captain Rochefort. Forgive me! Whatever it is that the cardinal demands-"
"I'm not here for him. I'm here on the orders of Judge Frollo."
The archdeacon stepped back, "Frollo? What could he possibly want?"
Rochefort walked past him to the top of the steps. He stood in front of the doors leading into the church and turned to face the crowd.
"Citizens of Lyon!"
The shouting crowd quieted down.
"I come here on the orders of Judge Claude Frollo, Lord High Protector of France! The Demon of France continues to haunt our doorsteps! And it is on this very ground that Frollo intends to bring this creature to justice!"
The crowd began to shout protests until a middle aged man stepped forward, "Why doesn't Frollo come to stop the beast himself?! If he wants to protect us, why put lives at risk by luring it here?!"
"Judge Frollo prays that you will go with God should you die here."
The man then stepped forward, pushing past the guards, "You can tell Frollo that we'll be at his doorstep with our pitchforks in his gizzard before we serve as his pawns!"
Two guards at Rochefort's side stepped forward to restrain the man, until an explosion on the steps sent the three flying. Rochefort ducked instinctively, drawing his sword. He looked up and noticed a winged, humanoid creature flying across the night time sky. He smiled boldly,
"So it begins."
He then raised his sword in the air, walking into the crowd.
"The beast is here! Grab your guns! Draw up swords! Send this monster back to the abyss! Fight now! For France!"
The soldiers cheered while the peasants ran to safety. However, bolts of energy rained down upon them, reducing innocent people to ash. The guards got back on their horses, dispersing through the city. Rochefort stayed behind as the archdeacon approached him,
"You must lead the monster out of the city! You are putting innocent people at risk, captain! Plea-"
His words were then cut off when Rochefort ran his sword through him. As the archdeacon took his last, labored breaths of air, the captain pulled his sword from the old man's abdomen and allowed him to fall to the ground lifelessly. Rochefort than walked up to one of the dead guards caught in the first blast, unsheathing his sword. He then walked over to the archdeacon's corpse, lifted him a bit, and then shoved the sword into the already open wound that he had given him. He then looked to see smoke rising through the city.
Soldiers spread throughout the city, aiming their muskets towards the skies, only to be met with lethal spells that reduced them and their horses to ash. Even the innocent citizens were targets of this demon. Musket balls were fired in vain, horses were startled, the ground shook with the power of the demon's attacks. No soldier was a match for this creature, though a few of them managed to catch a brief sight of it before their inevitable demises.
Rochefort finished loading his pistol and prepared to place himself atop his horse. However, he heard the sound of the blasts growing louder and louder. He looked in the direction of the explosions, and saw them getting closer and closer. A very nearby wagon was then caught in a blast.
As quickly as he could, Rochefort rushed into the church, where he knew the demon would not be able to use magic. He walked into the center of the building and circled around. He heard footsteps, seeing shadows of the demon lurking about. He turned around and around, waiting for it to strike. Then, as he made another turn, he saw the silhouette of the creature, standing in the shadows.
"So you are the renowned Demon of France. I am honored.", Rochefort said goadingly.
The creature began to walk forward, "I know you," said a female voice. "The infamous Captain Rochefort. It is only fitting that the puppet of a cardinal should die in the house of his maker."
Rochefort stepped forward, brandishing his sword, "You flatter me, dear. But I have no intention of dying. Now tell me, what are you?"
The creature stepped forward to reveal herself fully. She was radiant and half-dressed with blue skin, red, spiky hair, a muscular build, and red, glowing eyes. She stated with a menacing glare,
"I am Demona. Daughter of the mighty Ganondorf Dragmire. High general of the Gerudian forces. Mistress of Castle Wyvern. The Demon of France. And as I stand over you, my shadow will mark your tomb, Rochefort."
Rochefort continued to smile, "So Ganondorf has a child. Only he could father an abomination."
Demona's sinister smile turned to a hideous snarl as it lunged forward. However, as quick as the demon was, Rochefort was also very quick, as well as one of the greatest swordsmen in France. He slashed his sword upward, catching the demon in the shoulder. Demona rolled past Rochefort, quickly rising back to her feet.
"You are not fit to mention my father's name, you cur!", she growled.
Rochefort took a couple of steps forward, "Fly back to your father and tell him that he's not welcome here."
"I'll fly back to your master and present him with your head!"
Demona then lunged forward again. Only this time, she moved more quickly than last time. Rochefort moved to stab her, but she grabbed his arm and threw him towards the altar. He quickly rose back to his feet, but not before Demona moved in for a kick. His sword was knocked out of his hand, allowing the demon to strike him to the ground with her fist. Rochefort spat blood out of his mouth, groveling on the ground, crawling away from Demona.
Demona laughed, "Look at you. The feared right hand of Richelieu, reduced to such a lowly state. Once my father has conquered Daein, this entire nation will be burned to the ground in days."
She then reached down and grabbed Rochefort by the collar of his shirt. However, as she began to lift him up, she heard a deafening gunshot and felt a musket ball penetrate her abdomen. She gasped in pain, Rochefort kicking her freshly shot wound. Demona staggered backward as Rochefort lunged for his sword. He picked it up and walked quickly over to Demona.
"The cardinal didn't make me his right hand for no reason."
He then leaped towards Demona, his sword arm poised for the final blow. Demona grabbed the blade of the sword, but Rochefort merely twisted it in her hand, pulled it away from her, and moved in for another stab. However, this time, the demon crossed her arms, catching the blade between them. The two struggled for a brief amount of time, until Rochefort delivered yet another kick to Demona's bullet wound. As Demona crouched to the ground in pain, the captain of France delivered a powerful kick to her jaw. Demona then drew a dagger and threw it towards Rochefort's heart, but the latter quickly deflected it with a precise swing of his sword.
Demona, wounded and frustrated, merely began to crawl and grovel towards the doors of the church. Rochefort sighed and shook his head at the sight. He relished in the glory that he would receive by killing this seemingly invincible demon. He then moved in to stab Demona in the skull and put an end to her, but she grabbed one of the church seats and dragged in the way, saving her life from Rochefort's blow. She then began to crawl faster towards the door. That is where the magic that she had studied from the Grimorum Arcrumorum would be intact and she would be able to make her escape.
She dragged another chair in the way to slow Rochefort down. However, he had already pulled his sword free of the last one, and leaped over the second one to finish her. Demona pulled a third seat in the way, Rochefort landing agilely on top of it. Demona was only a few feet away from the doors now. She reached both of her arms outward and pulled two seats out; first one, then the other. Rochefort stepped over one and leaped over the other.
Rochefort was very close to her now and there were no more seats left to block his blows. Rochefort raised his sword for the kill, but Demona, struggling for balance and weakened significantly, rose and barely caught Rochefort's arm in time. Demona stared Rochefort down, Rochefort staring back with his single, black eye. The captain reached to pull a dagger out from his belt, but Demona grabbed his left arm as well. Rochefort pressed his advantage, pushing Demona towards the church doors, until her strength began to buckle. Taking advantage of this, Rochefort struck her bullet wound once again with his knee, and pressed his blades down.
However, Demona still held her ground, so Rochefort instead kicked the demon through the doors. He stood straight up, continuing to savor his moment of victory, until he realized his mistake; Demona was now outside of the church, where her dark magic was now accessible. Having lured Rochefort into her trap, Demona spoke,
And from her outstretched hand fired fired another powerful blast towards Rochefort, but he dove to his left, allowing the magic to dissolve inside the holy house. He then heard Demona speak another word,
But he heard nothing else after that. Rochefort pulled the barrel of his pistol once again, walking towards the door while loading it. He waited a few moments, taking a breath and preparing himself, and then leaped into the open, firing his pistol to finish the demon. However, Demona was gone, and the sun was rising.
Peasants and soldiers alike, many injured, walked towards the church, and stared in horror at the corpse of the archdeacon. Rochefort, still keeping up appearances in front of them, walked over to the deceased old man, dropped to his knees, and closed his eyes.
One of the soldiers ran up to him, "Captain! What happened?!"
Rochefort raised his head, "The beast fled. But it took yet another life with it."
The people gathered in front of the church stared in shock. And then Rochefort heard a voice from the crowd shout,
"Frollo must burn for what he did!"
Then more voices joined,
"We'll have his head!"
"Nail him to the cross!"
As more and more peasants joined the protest, Rochefort rose,
"People of Lyon!"
A couple of peasants quieted down, but the majority of the crowd continued to curse Frollo's name. So he loaded his pistol again and fired it into the air. The people were then silent.
"I know very well what you feel towards what has happened. I never wanted any of you to die today. Frollo has gone too far this time. I will consult Cardinal Richelieu on the matter. He shares your disapproval of Frollo's actions and cares for France as much as any ruler before. He'll know what to do. As for my men, they will stay here to protect you."
Rochefort then put his hat back on and climbed atop his horse,
"This is not over! I swear to it, the Cardinal will aid our country in its time of need."
He then rode out, hiding a smile hidden under his mask of compassion.
MANHATTAN, 7:21 PM
David Xanatos stood at his window, looking out at the city below him. He could easily recognize that the conflict in the criminal underworld was escalating. The recent disappearance of Lord Barkis Bittern, which was all over the news, only added on to the obvious fact that something was about to ensue. The dangerous situation in the underworld only became more obvious when his right-hand man, Owen Burnett, came to him with news that night.
"Mr. Xanatos," he said with a stoic, monotonous tone in his voice.
David Xanatos turned around, "What is it, Owen?"
" Mr. Luthor gave a call while you were away at New Orleans."
"Funny. I didn't see him at the party. What did he say?"
"He would like to hold a meeting with you later this week."
Xanatos smiled calmly. Lex Luthor was almost as wealthy and influential a man as he was, as well as a genius. If there was indeed a war on the way, he would prove to be a great ally.
Owen then spoke again, "Should I call him back?"
Xanatos then pulled back his chair and sat at his desk in a completely relaxed mood.
"No need. I've got some people I need to get in touch with anyway. I'll put him on the list. In the meantime, try getting in touch with some of Lord Barkis' associates. If I can find out what happened to him, maybe it will give me some hints as to what's been going on."