Two years after Prince Heiko witnessed the death of his father during the 91st Battle of Tyton, and subsequently, the defeat of his kingdom, he was sent to the gates of the victor, armed with nothing but empty words and a command from his elder brother to form a treaty of peace. 

Two years after General Celestino Adesso released the arrow that felled the great king of Simo, he is presented with the youngest of his sons. Though barely a man at seventeen summers, the prince was far from wet behind the ears. In fact, his tactful yet brazen form of statecraft vaulted him far beyond his years. Coupled with his draconian mannerisms, and a knack for callous pleasure, it was only a matter of time before Celestino caught a whiff of something sinister. 

But Prince Heiko was no fool. He was betting heavily on that sharp nose. He wanted a sense of dubiety to gnaw at the general. He needed to create mistrust in his elder brother in order to build credence in himself. Because he knew of Celestino Adesso, and of the illustrious king he served. He knew they wouldn't trust him over his elder brother any more than they would trust a raincloud to bring sun. He knew that to those men, he wasn't honorable, and because of that, he was forced to play the games he was known for. The ones that conspired in the dead of night, the ones that spoke no words but shifted kingdoms. The ones that could obtain the allegiance of General Celestino. Little did the young prince know, however, allegiance was not all he would obtain. But no matter how much Heiko wanted to offer the man what he desired, he could not - not while bound to the gods. 

Check out my Discord:

Hallowed Be

Heiko looked over at the sound of his father's voice. Amidst the other Muses - a sea of red and white - the sound seemed out of place, plunging him into the life he dearly missed back in Verglas. The people he dearly missed. 


It had been a month since he had last seen anyone outside of the Temple of Muses and he knew he was to anticipate a visitor soon - Heiko had made his decision, after all. Training was complete. He was now an ordained Muse of Temperance, and with that, he was restored with his freedom. Or... at least a portion of it. 


He beamed, pushing through priests and Muses to get to his father, who stood across the courtyard. 


"Dad!" He exclaimed in elation, hugging the man tightly. "You're here." 


"My little rabbit," Gotthard said softly. Heiko could hear his smile. It made him feel warm again. "I have missed you dearly." 


Holy Perdition - Part 4