Red Serpent: The Falsifier by Delson Armstrong Page A

constantly stared at Alex. He’d always known that the boy was special but the spectacle he had just witnessed had blown his mind. As an aristocrat with a royal bloodline Nikolas had seen a lot of dark magic, sorcery and some very unholy things. Perhaps, here in the boy, was something different. Something holy and good. Alex’s eyes had been closed for some time now and he remained completely still. “Alright!” the commander yelled out, “Move along to your positions! The ship’s coming in for a landing. Secure yourselves and...” he didn’t know what to say about the boy and just left it at that.
    A moment later, the interior of the ship turned crimson red. Everything whirled. The sensation picked up momentum until it turned into a hyper speed carousel. In the center of all this, Alex stirred from his trance and opened his eyes, completely white. “It’s happening!” he shouted.
    “What?” Nikolas tried to get a hold of himself as he and the others were thrown around in the forceful twister.
    “He’s here! I can feel him!” Alex’s eyes flickered.
    The shaking wavered and died down until everyone on the ship was jolted back by the sudden stop. They recovered from the fall and got up slowly as the light faded and pitch darkness consumed them all.
    John and Richard, ignoring the other Council members, left for the Headquarters of Central Square, half a mile north of the Monolith. “John,” Richard said as they walked halfway towards the Headquarters, “Tell me something.”
    “Yeah?” John asked.
    “You said that you would do this to everyone. So, I’m just wondering. Do we have enough time?”
    “I don’t think now would be the appropriate time,” he said as if he had an epiphany, “Let’s scrap that!”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. I think with Jarad out of the way temporarily, the other members won’t have the guts to do anything against me or to try and take over. They’re weak, Richard. All of them. Besides, before they even think to do that, we’ll do it!”
    “You mean you’re going to arrange a coup?” Richard whispered as if he said something forbidden.
    “Just wait and watch.”
    They arrived and entered the Central Headquarters. They were in a huge lobby, the size of a football field. In all directions, there were spiral staircases leading towards various government offices. John walked up to the lobby secretary and told him to call the other Council Members to arrange a meeting in one hour’s time. The secretary got on it right away.
    “So where are we going?” Richard asked.
    “To the Senate,” John said, still in his calculative mood.
    The darkness left their eyes and they saw the remnants of the old planet, the realm of Migra.
    Migra seemed desolate, barren, full of death. All around dark shadowy mountains surrounded them. The ground was reddish brown, like the clay of the Earth and it looked parched. Clearly, it had not been nourished by water for a long time. Was this how Migra really was during the reign of the Nyrax Dynasty?
    Alex was mesmerized to have seen this scorched land after being so used to the perfect “Eden” that was the Regnum. “You human scum,” Jacque shouted. “What’ve you done?”
    “Quiet!” said Alex, his tone indifferent to the offense.
    Nick looked nervously at the boy, “Alex, don’t say anything you might regret.”
    “Silence, son of Faviane.”
    “How...how did you know my–
    Alex laughed, “Do you really think that it is he who is speaking? Think again, nephew.”
    “Anaxagoras!”
    “Is that how you speak to your king?” Alex’s voice boomed.
    The Imperial soldiers knelt in respect.
    “What are we doing over here?” Nikolas asked, unmoved.
    “You have come,” said Anaxagoras through Alex, “because I am going to show you and Alexander alone what happened that fateful day when the Red Serpent made me immortal.”
    “Where are you going, my lord?” asked Jacque.
    “It is not for you to know.”
    The three entities