Chapter_1 *Invasion*

Chapter_1***'Invasion'***

It was just the break of dawn; the wind still carried the freezing chills of winter. Yet the capital city of Svetlana was wide awake. The streets were decorated with colourful flowers, and clothes hanging from the tall symmetrical buildings of the main road leading to the Volkov(wolf) palace.

Svetlana was a small nation of only about a hundred thousand square miles area. But it ruled over more than ten countries of twice its area. How? The Svetlana were dangerous race of humans, not of their physical or magical power, but their intelligence. Their technology far exceeded the other nations of the Middle Realm.

Out of all the breathtaking sights of the capital city of Svetlana, the most astounding feature was the floating palace, at the very south of the Volkov palace, the Cristal Palace. The Palace given by its name is made of different mana crystals, a sight to behold indeed. It was built imitating the Nine heavens of Nirvana in the Ninth Realm, the realm of Immortals. No one had expected that such a strong kingdom would turn to dust in just one night, a few hours was all it took for the Demon race.

Vivienne was prepared for everything, anything. But she never expected the night to turn this way. Invasion was never on her list of events.

“Thea, the Holy Land, had joined hands with the Demons just to defeat me.” Luther, the Svetlanian King scoffed. His white royal uniform was dyed in red. The metallic scented fluid didn’t seem to stop flowing from his body.

“Ma… Master….” Vivienne whispered.

She didn’t notice that her eyes were shedding tears for whom she consider the cause of all her miseries. She thought that he had broken her enough for her to be void of heartbreak. If so, then what could explain the tightening pain in her chest when he stood in front of her to take the spear in her stead.

No. It was not because he protected her. But the series of emotions playing in his eyes, those grey eyes that always gave her shiver, those eyes that she hated to her core. Anger, pain, guilt, she saw in his grey orbs. Could she had been mistaken to see relief among them? If she could be sure of that from his eyes, the gentle smile he gave her changed her mind.

“Well… Well… Who would have thought that the Power Greedy Luther of Svetlana would die protecting the worthless impure blood he reared?”

“Takeo…. The Right hand of the Demon Lord. You couldn’t be more wrong if you think your needle can do me harm.” Luther hissed as he pulled out the spear and stood up with wavy legs. The fight with his surrogate daughter had took much from him.

With his back facing her, he couldn’t see the tears running down her eyes.

“Why?” She asked.

He remained silent for a while as he glared at the black horned demon. Then he replied.

“I spent fortune to cultivate you. You are my greatest investment. There’s no way I would let some smelly demon destroy my most priced treasure.”

**‘Me? Treasure?’**Vivienne couldn’t believe what she just heard. The ever could and distant King regarded her as his treasure. ‘No! He just thinks of me as his weapon. Yes. That’s it.’

“Vivienne… No…Lou yang…”

**‘He knows? How? I never told him my real name?’ **the only woman in the room thought.

“I have a lot to say. But there’s no time for that now.” King Luther continued. He took off his pendant and threw it at her. Give that to that fool when he wakes up.”

Vivienne caught the pendant but stared blankly at Luther. She knew what he meant by that. ‘I might not make it.’

“You can give it to him yourself.” Vivienne refused to accept that the person she couldn’t defeat all her life couldn’t make out safely.

“This is the second time you’re discarding a direct command from me. Don’t let there be a third time.” His sudden cold tone made her flinch. He looked at the unconscious lad in Vivienne’s arms. “Take my son away from here.”

“Master…”

“NOW.”

Without waiting for another second Vivienne vanished into the air. But to her, that few milliseconds meant a lot, it became the moment for her to see the tormentor for the last time, the devil who had also given her a new life.

After running away from the ball hall, she came to the maze garden in the Cristal Palace, as she thought no one would be able to enter the most secured place in Svetlana.

“At least for now.” She muttered as she laid the unconscious teen down on the ground. Her heart still couldn’t handle the fact that the nation she grew up would soon turn to ash.

“Commander.” A voice she is very familiar with called her.

“Igor.”

The black-haired man bowed before he asked, “What do we do now?”

Vivienne looked distantly to nowhere. Her calm demeanour seemed to have taken shelter in a dark corner of her mind. She couldn’t ponder what is to be done. She just wished her mind would turn off and she didn’t have to think of anything. But that’s just a wish and would only remain a wish. She had her duties and responsibilities as the Commander of Black Hawks. The golden and maroon level on her shoulder board and the golden lion on her gorget patches aren’t only for decoration.

She can’t effort being in a state of panic now. She had her family to protect, her family made of thirty subordinates and the helper who had seen and served her for who she was and not what she was. She didn’t want to but she had to do it. She had to flee.

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a/n: Vivienne was the given name of the female Protagonist by her master after her summon.

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