A reqiuem for all to remember. Gradually building up its sonata towards the morass he craved for, the maestro of deceit started to walk towards the podium. The momentous triumph was amenable, easily taken as if it were waiting for him in a nest, chirping for their savior. They were fat and sluggish cattle just waiting to be saved from the butchers of villainy. Seeing himself as their prophet, their righteous leader, Brutus happily obliged. With the grit of his teeth and the roar of his voice he tore their feeble minds with absolute preeminence. Like a Shepard to a herd the purveyor had guided them on the malleable path that Brutus influenced. Towards the new era that would introduce his victory, Age Of Ares.
A theatrical entrance. His dear old friend (Mr Kinsley) stood in behind the podium, evidence of Brutus's genius as his spokesman, introducing their new champion. "It is my honor and distinct privileged to introduce to you the president-elect of the United States of America, Brutus Dagaal-Ares" Forthwith, an applause graduated the success of their new leader. The hall of the hosting hotel celebrated with joyous music and cheers. Fronds of american flags waved behind him like the palm leafs that once hailed Jesus. Welcoming their king in the nations patriotic hues, brushing the canvas of his armor in the spirit of the united society.
Cameras followed the stark inspired suit, but it had improved on its most important aspect, the appearance. Freedom incarnate as its symbolism, he became their last guardian. Following the podium, he were to reign that he was thee championthat they have been waiting for. Removing the locks of his helmet that unveiled his blithe, smiling with his heart and soul. The president-elect clapped along with them, it wasn't just his victory, but the entire country. It was the era of cleanse, and he made them realize their ignorance of false peace. With his authority he would be the keeper of light. A paladin that will crusade for the dying light of the country. To reignite it with the passion he had. He were to be their light house that eviscerated the darkness of night and guide the murky drowning cattle towards his Utopia.
“I Summon Him!” A challenge, a man against a god. “If I become your next president, at my next presentation I call Reynard to meet me face to face like a man.I will convince him of his wrongs and make him willingly go to rehabilitation and join the Ares Law Enforcement!” This dare was streamed across the world, making the pink outfitted hero look like a villain contrast to Brutus himself. If the hero ever wanted to redeem himself, he would accept or be a pariah forever.
Keeping his word.
The music ended and only his voice was heard. The stoic and stern breath fell under the microphone that had cast out the presidents summoning.
With both arms outwards gesturing an embracive welcome. "Where is our good friend Reynard?"