The Gothic Court

Proem

The year had been 1999. The United Nations had been taken under siege by a group of anonymous Hackers scouted around the world. Traces were so blocked not even the world's top computer engineers could decipher what was creating such a mess. The world's trade and communication had literally come to a halt in the month of June when the Hackers' forces reached their prime potency. Things could last only so long and evidently one of this elite band of Hackers had made a mistake leaving a link so that many would follow. Things happened so quickly; the hacker had been apprehended and within a few days all the leaders of this computer organization were verified as well. Within one month the rest of this electrical "Army" was taken. Most of their families were hardly aware their children were capable of this. Apparently, over four thousand people were involved. These people were predominantly between the ages of seventeen and eighteen.

The people were very dark and ominous which the enforcers soon discovered. An entire race of Gothic creatures whose plans were to reach even beyond what they had already done. None could be trusted, and for jail, it simply could not be done. Until, a new idea had been proposed. You see, many lives had been ruined and so many died because of this fiasco so this group had to pay with their lives. Beneath the ground all four thousand would be placed, this monarchical bunch, and trapped down there for all eternity in hope they'd all die out. The courts couldn't stop it.

Of course, they couldn't leave them alone down there with nothing. They set up germination factories down there and old trains and building materials were put together to form a grotesque metropolis of what it almost seem wasted by population. One giant slum. If done correctly there would be enough food, and with water plants, they'd survive there as well. Large shipments of gothic clothes were sent in. And oxygen was sent in through filtering pipes in tiny tunnels that exceeded in the walls of this little fortress. There was absolutely no escape and all light was given through large, giant lamps existing at the top of the municipality. There were large cellars and vent systems which emitted heat as well. Many of them were taught how everything was handled so the government would never have to return down there. All plans were set.

As soon as the doors were closed there was a cheer The people were happy! All their lives they'd been segregated and abused but now they were their own system without exclusion. This was everything that they dreamed. They could not create their own artificial society. It was perfect.

You see, as was said before, they were a monarchical group. They planned to set up their own system of regality and royalty through their leaders. All heirs were set in through friendship or trust except in the near future when there actually be a second generation. They also set up their own Church. It was a Church of Paganism led by a Grand Priestess and considering there was only religion, the leaders of the Church also had great power. Other than the royal family and the Church there would be noble families. All to be set up depending who you were with. And there would be jobs such as guards, or scientists, people to work the factories, so all could go smoothly.

The town had been named Demran by the King, after his "queen", Demra. You see, there would never be any real marriages except those done through pagandom. Most was all done orally and nothing was through actual blood considering now one in Demran was related exempt a few people. They all spoke English which was helpful and kept communication. They also adapted to the fact of not having computers, and for weapons, there were no guns.

But, there were blades. All kinds: daggers, swords, arrows. That was the prime weapon and many felt there would never be a need.

Everyone was overjoyed at how things would go. It was a few days after that the world "The Gothic Court" had appeared. It was a nickname for the triumvirate consisting of the Grand Monarchy ruler, which could be the King. The master of the Church and the leader of the Army from the Noble Houses. These threw were Demran's most powerful and these three, though would be different so many times, will shape Demran's future to be one twisted roller coaster that nobody will predict. . . except one.

Welcome to the Gothic Court.

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