"How dare you, child!"
"Oh shut your mouth."
Veekeeris, filled with anger, says, "Your disrespect has continued to grow."
Vėja, annoyed, says, "Is this the kind of people Avram has been exposing our children to? No wonder they have only regressed."
Opening her eyes, she looks at the tree of them, no different from the dirt in the ground, and says, "Does it make you three feel smart to lie so powerfully out of your mouths as you lack any form of reflection. Does it make your brains feel good to not think about the sludge that pours from it everysingle time you wield the tongues your partners have the displeasure of kissing? You seem to have done what all adults do to avoid responsibility and use your positions of power to silence all the stupidity within yourselves. So thank the Messiah for placing me in front of you three so I can finally enlighten you all.
Stiprais, you're a small-minded, idiotic heap of emotions who can't even take a second to look at himself before opening his stupid mouth. Do you really think the Messiah put all women on this earth to either fall into the two categories of your Wife, or the Queen? You look at everything around you, and your mind can only be strong enough to handle two forms? Maybe before you ask your daughter to try and fit into your predisoposed role you have set out for her, you can do the bare minimum and actually accomplish your own, for just a little bit ago, Stelara was about to kill all your family members in the corner over there and while you sat powerless like a princess begging for help. A worthless man like you has no right to tell Ivana anything, yet you continue to because you think somehow getting her mother pregnant makes you above her in every way, maybe instead of forcing your daughter to be a way she isn't, actually allow her to reach the best stage of her ability given what she can do, but no that would require some actually thought, and initiative, not regurgitating what your family told decades ago. Did the Messiah not command men to be like him? Yet I am seeing a complete lack of that, just a brat who never learned how to engage or think critically about anything, whose only frame of logic is just that A did something, so why can't B?
Now for the fried chicken. Perfection this, perfection that, logistic this, logistics that, yet despite all your raving over getting everything perfect, you somehow still have led your entire country to ruin? Your people scream as the world beneath them is set ablaze in fury; all your efforts, all your insanity that has been pushed onto one child to another in your family have been unable to solve this, so what's the point? Yet you already understand what I said; you understand that the level of perfection you have pushed onto your children has long since passed the threshold necessary for this generation to thrive. The reason you do it is because if you don't put your kids in the same situation as you, then you'd struggle to relate to them. You're such a pathetic, lonely bird that you need to make sure your kids go through the same levels of control that you were put through just so you don't feel alone about everything. You talk about perfection constantly, but you can't even do the bare minimum of work necessary for a parent and not allow your issues to affect your children. Do you feel good every night knowing that instead of pushing your children forward, you have turned them into exact copies of yourself, just as miserable as you are? I can't believe you hug your husband with that filthy, degraded overcook corpse of a body.
Finally, the micro man himself, Veekeeris. Why do I even have to explain to a man over twice my age that beating your 10-year-old son because he likes collecting clams is a mentally deficient activity? Having a small stature does not remove folds from the brain, so please tell me why? Is it your jealousy that a child holds a bigger and stronger body than you, or is it the delusion you have concocted in your head about your people? Since I know people like you struggle to open a book let me tell you of a truth, the first people who went out to sea in the world did it because they were hungry, they did it because they didn't want to starve, this whole illusion of all the first shipwrights and sailors of the curse sea region being brave and greedy adventurers who sent all their time flexing their muscles, consorting prostitutes, stealing treasure, and engaging in warfare is just an overdramatising you have conjured in your head, to reinforce bad behaviour, they were hungry and took out to sea to find things for their families, and communities to eat despite the dangers and horrors, yet their decendents use that logic to smash their fists into their baby boys. Maybe if your such a great man, have a son that loves you, maybe have the woman who you got pregnant want to stay with you instead of running off with a better man, maybe chase after the best conclusion instead of trying to relive a legacy from the past to make your life seem grander than it is, and then maybe you can actually stop being such a small man.
And despite all of you three being utter failures of parents, these three still put up with you all and sing your praises, something that none of you deserve with how you've raised them. Yet it will all crash down, because these three are going to change it all, just watch them as they take the Queen's life back and save this country. Because if anyone can do it, it's them!"
As her mouth comes to a close, the wave of roars that ran over all three of the ministers shakes them down to their very souls, leaving them all speechless. They each try to bring up something to talk about but stumble over their words, only releasing a series of incoherent sounds, as their faces become more and more disfigured by the sadness that falls upon them.
Looking at their face, Stelara says, "Are you guys going to cry?"
In weak, whimpering voices, they all say, "NO!" Then quickly shut their mouths as anything else would make the tears rush out, and in the face of this sight, their three kids look upon their faces, and burst out in laughter.
The three of them roll across the floor as the reality of the situation in front of them plays out.
"What kind of face is that daddy?" Ivana says, getting wrapped up in her hair as she rolls.
"I can't even, mommy looks like a little girl," Wadim says, slamming his fist against the ground incessantly.
"Father, if you need a hug, I am always here to give you one," Gheorghe says as he holds his hands over his face to hold in the laughter.
A wave of embarrassment rushes over the three, and they quickly turn their faces in anger over towards Elia, who just glares at them and asks, "Is there a problem here?"
They all fall to silence, and soon the three idiots stand up and say, "Let's get this done."
"Are you sure you guys can do it?" Stelara asks.
Ivana says, "I don't really know, but right now I feel on top of the world."
Wadim says, "All the time we spent outside of this place was definitely worth it."
Gheorghe says, "God has allowed a reality we never thought possible to come true, so I can't help but feel really happy."
Elia, clapping her hands says, "Get on it."
"RIGHT!" they all say with fear moving through them.
Orlok turns his head for a moment and says, "Stelara, watch everyone in here, okay?"
Confused, she asks, "Wha-."
Bones burst through each and every crevice of the room, but before they can make their way towards everyone, the blood from Orlok's blade cuts straight through all of the bones.
Walking forward through the open door, Orlok says, "I was wondering why the number of soldiers had decreased despite their added strength.
In front of him lies that mutated Dragoste with the bodies implaed agains the bones sticking out of his body. Tilting his head in an unusual fashion, Dragoste let out a roar towards Orlok.
Spit flies through the room, and as it lands against Orlok's face, he says, "You look far different from the handsome young man you once were; your mother would be deeply disappointed."
Dragoste smashes his hands against the ground, rumbling the area around Orlok, who says, "I see. It's pointless to continue this conversation with the mindless beast you will become. As thanks to your mother's side for always protecting the country with the help of Balaur, and as a thanks to your father's side for all the produce they have secured for us, I shall put you down as painlessly as possible, Dragoste Nightfall."
Another roar releases from Dragoste's mouth, but before the sound reaches the other side of the room, Orlok appears in front of him, smashing his fist directly into his body, before stabbing him with his sword and rushing both of them outside of the room.
He quickly pushes Dragoste through the corridors, allowing the effects of the sense-altering castle to run right through both of them, making Dragoste's head spin as he is unable to move. "I have spent more time rushing through these halls than any of the famous heroes of the modern day, don't think that they are still able to affect me."
As he keeps moving, eventually he comes across a series of holes in the castle, and jumps straight down one with Dragoste in tow. Then, holding his fist back, he slams it into Dragoste's chest and knocks him right out of the castle and falls with him onto the Balaur skeleton outside, where they both land.
Looking at him, Orlok says, "All of you beasts can only act on the simplest desire when in such a state. So Dragoste, did you come to kill the Queen, or did you come to prove yourself against me?"
He rises upwards and shoots out bones from his body towards Orlok at a rate and size that makes all the attacks sent towards Orb look like nothing but child's play. Yet before a single one reaches him, he says, "If you came for the Queen, you won't touch her. And if you came to prove yourself as a man, you're a fool."
In an instant, the bones all turn to dust, and throughout his body, the next thing Dragoste feels is the sensation of Orlok's blade through his chest. "Because you were already a great man. But now you're nothing more than a beast, so please rest."
Orlok, in an instant, tries to pull his sword out, and as it swings freely in the air a series of bones arises to strike him, which he dodges away from. Then, looking forward, he says, "I crushed your heart, how can you still fight?"
Dragoste, in an instant pull out his heart and lays it in front of himself, where Orlok sees nothing but a mass of bones. Opening his eyes wide, Orlok says, "I knew you had a separate nerve system in your bones, but has that extended to replacing all your bodily functions with the same bones?"
Laughter from Dragoste roars around, causing Orlok to say, "I see, you're no beast, but a corpse possessed by the will of an empty man. We bury and honour the dead in this country, no one shall desecrate a citizen's flesh as long as I live, even if it is by their own reckoning. Now let's end this."