The Red of Sinner
Battle Sister
Drokomas, the Throne Ship of Frecker Krono, drifted as if out on the waters in space, stalking the void for prey. Here he sat on his throne as Master of the Great House Krono, Highest Precursor of Vahlakures. To his left he could see a planet slide out of view as they moved past it, he wondered what could be found on it. On his right, his guardsmen stood attentive, like statues forever stuck in the position they were created in. He was young compared to the other Precursors, but it did not change that his blood ran strong with Krono. Those who wished to deny his rightful place dare not challenged him, and those who supported his place roared with mighty voices.
Still, he yearned for something new, something to help place his name in the Precursor Chronicles forever, though he wished it had been he who descended to enlightenment, not Erian who was a fool. Frecker wanted to become one the second Vahlakure to reach such enlightenment and to keep the Krono House strong in it's standing. There was those who were weary of his skin, believing he would be Consumed by the Gift Skin. He found this to be treason of the highest, but could not do anything about it as no one had publicly said these things about him.
Drapes of purple, and white with gold seams covered the hall to which his throne sat at, the hall was held up by small pillars as this was just a Throne Ship. On the opposite side of the throne, a door awaited for someone to open it, and enter. Speaking of the devils who could come through it, a Servitor was given entry, only messengers were allowed entry to the thrones of Precursors, so this meant one of the other two had need of his ear.
"My Highest Precursor Krono, the two call upon you for needed words in privacy."
Servitors were lowly beings with no place but under the boot of Krono, least this was his thought. So when this one spoke, it almost made him flinch to hear the voice of the Unworthy, and Betrayers of Krono. Minutes passed as he sat there mauling over the words the Servitor spoke, his talons gently touching the arms of his throne. Finally with a scraping sound from his talon skinning off the arm he spoke with an annoyed tone.
"I will meet them in the Ancestors' Carrier."
Still, he yearned for something new, something to help place his name in the Precursor Chronicles forever, though he wished it had been he who descended to enlightenment, not Erian who was a fool. Frecker wanted to become one the second Vahlakure to reach such enlightenment and to keep the Krono House strong in it's standing. There was those who were weary of his skin, believing he would be Consumed by the Gift Skin. He found this to be treason of the highest, but could not do anything about it as no one had publicly said these things about him.
Drapes of purple, and white with gold seams covered the hall to which his throne sat at, the hall was held up by small pillars as this was just a Throne Ship. On the opposite side of the throne, a door awaited for someone to open it, and enter. Speaking of the devils who could come through it, a Servitor was given entry, only messengers were allowed entry to the thrones of Precursors, so this meant one of the other two had need of his ear.
"My Highest Precursor Krono, the two call upon you for needed words in privacy."
Servitors were lowly beings with no place but under the boot of Krono, least this was his thought. So when this one spoke, it almost made him flinch to hear the voice of the Unworthy, and Betrayers of Krono. Minutes passed as he sat there mauling over the words the Servitor spoke, his talons gently touching the arms of his throne. Finally with a scraping sound from his talon skinning off the arm he spoke with an annoyed tone.
"I will meet them in the Ancestors' Carrier."