TBATE Fanfic : Lucas Wykes

Bairon couldn't help but curse under his mouth as he felt irritated by the actions of his brother.

Even after getting ready for an hour. He still wants to meet his father before going. Doesn't he know that he is still a criminal of the continent?

After exactly 5 minutes Lucas came out of the office with a little villainous smile on his visage.

Bairon rubbing his temples he spoke as an exhausted corporate worker. "Can we finally go?"

Lucas nodded smiling as he turned back to his default face setting -_- STOIC.

Lucas POV :

Muzakrat was already done before they even started. Well, the demands of the freedom fighters were already inaction by the dictator.

The Duke already had contacted the dwarves a had placed some pressure on them which was done in some confidential ways. That would either be through money or Power or both. Aren't they the same thing? But whatever he did I hope it works...

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"We have arrived at the council" Bairon spoke his face revealing no emotion. Wait where the hell is the castle I thought as he placed his hand in the air a grabbed something solid and soon in a flash the whole space disappeared and a castle appeared instead.

"This is the council castle," Bairon spoke with his ever-famous stoic face. But it was a sight of Greatness the floating castle that could disappear it was some Travis Type Shit.

"Let's Go! " he spoke as he hastily moved up the stairs which I had to follow quickly. Tak tak tak. Boop. I crashed into Bairon as he suddenly stopped. Seriously.

He went and opened the door of the castle with some circular artifact which he had in his hand.

"What is that?" I asked curious about it. "Shut up we're already late," Bairon spoke his voice layered with some anger. Well, that was a party crasher well his anger is sure acceptable because he wants to be Mr. Perfect which he is not who is me. Wahahahah... sorry I go here and there sometimes.

Okay Me (not knowing what to call myself Lucas or Lucien [identity crisis]) let's think of the task ahead.

Ohh Holy Dragons or the dietes or the Almighty writer of worlds and the Gods of this world not discovered till now of this land help me in this endeavour.

"So ahead these doors is the council. I hope you have rehearsed your speech. " Bairon said to me he opened the gate and we walked straight into the large hall.

Looking up there he was Mr. Arthur or Grey or whatever creature he told himself. Looking at him I felt immense anger raging out of me. Relax. Relax. Think of flowers... Yeah okay.

Looking at the boy in a ruffled-up purple overcoat. Brown long hair fell Gracely on him even if he did nothing. Oh, he sure has a punchable face I can feel why Lucas wanted to mess up this guy. I feel it my man Lucas cause we're both the same type of Trash but me manipulative trash but still trash. It looks like they were in a conversation with the leaders.

"But before we begin I would like to thank you not just as a leader but as a father..." The elf male sitting in the right corner spoke smiling to the boy. So he might be the elven king and she would be the elven queen. Name not necessary.

"We are here as the leader of this Goddamn Continent, not as a father..." the dwarven King interjected the elven King. There was palpable enmity between the two crowns of these races.

Before anyone could say anything else the King of the Dwarfs turned to me smiling. "Lucas Wykes the victim has arrived lets start to begin."

As he spoke everyone's attention turned to me. Dwarves smiling at me as if I were their lost son. Money sure does wonders. But alas this beautifull couple will die at the hands of that one-eyed old man.

The humans sure had a contemplating face as to what to do. They still needed to decide I could see why the strongest race is still the weakest.

Elvens ohh their bloodlust is reaching to me even so far away even their lances were seeing me with contained rage. But who cares I'm alive Right now with Bairon Bitchs. I wanted to show them a middle finger.

And finally, Mr goody Toody turned to me as he looked at me and opened his mouth but with no voice and understood what he had said. "You are a cockroach." I smiled widely at his words not spoken.

The room fell into a tense silence as the elves (the lance aya and royal family.), their faces a mask of barely contained fury, began to murmur among themselves. Their eyes, sharp and calculating, focused on me like vultures waiting to pounce on their prey.

The elven king, standing tall and regal in his elaborate robes, was the first to speak, his voice smooth but deadly. "This man—this... creature—has committed a vile betrayal. He has desecrated our honor, murdered our people in cold blood, and for what? Power? Revenge? There is no place for such filth in this world." His words were like daggers, each one landing deep and leaving a wound that would never heal.

The queen at his side nodded in agreement, her lips curling into a sneer as she glared at me. The lance of the elven family, standing in attention behind them, her hands itching to draw blood.

It felt like they were ready to strike, right here, right now. Which is something understanble considering what I did to their daughter and his lover. "He should be executed," the elven king continued, his voice cold and commanding.

"No mercy. No second chances. We cannot allow such a creature to walk free." There was no hiding the venom in his tone. His eyes gleamed with the kind of hatred that only those who had lost everything could know.

They wanted my blood. They wanted me dead, and they would stop at nothing to see it happen. But before anyone else could speak, the booming voice of the dwarven king interrupted the tension, his laughter echoing through the hall.

The sound was jarring, like the strike of a hammer on an anvil. "Ha! You elves, think you fucking run this council but you not you even lost one of your lances," the dwarven king said with a grin, his eyes twinkling. "You think death will solve everything? A quick, swift end to his life? Is that justice, or just your desire for vengeance? Maybe it that you think he a half-elf and need to be erased."

He turned toward me, his gaze now softened, almost paternal. "Lucas Wykes," he said, his voice booming but somehow comforting, "The dwarves have seen your actions and your report. We know what you've done and what not, and we know the cost of your mistakes. But execution? No. Not here. Not today. There's another way. A better way."

The elven king's eyes narrowed, but the dwarven king continued, undeterred. "Let him live. Let him be locked away—isolated. Let him reflect on his actions, let him feel the weight of his choices every day. That is a punishment far worse than any death. Let him suffer in the silence of his own mind."

The elves bristled at the suggestion, but the dwarves stood firm. A few of the elven lords began to protest, but the dwarven king silenced them with a raised hand. "You cannot demand his life after the report submitted by the Wykes family have you not read it? Are you only taking actions based on your anger... Maybe you arent fit to even sit here,"

The dwarven king rumbled, his voice filled with authority. "You would turn us all into killers if you did. We must be just, not ruled by our emotions."

But before the elves could respond, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. The weight of the moment, the eyes of everyone in the room, it all felt like a crushing weight pressing down on my chest.

So its my turn to speak finally I was getting bored listening these morons. "Please..." I whispered, my voice barely audible, but enough to draw the attention of everyone in the room. I saw Arthur had a look of surprise on his face. Hahha see dumbass I'll show you how you clean your name.

The hall seemed to fall even quieter, if that was possible. All eyes were on me, waiting, expecting some sort of justification, or worse—defiance. I stood up straighter, trying to steady myself, but it was no use.

*Just Perfect*

The truth had to come out. I was not a monster, not really, but I had done monstrous things. "I... I didn't have control," I began, my voice shaking. "I... I was drugged. I... I didn't know what I was doing. Please, you have to believe me. I regret it. I regret everything."

Tears started to fill my eyes, and my breath hitched in my throat as the memories of my actions rushed back, unbidden and raw. "I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never wanted to... I just—just..." I choked, unable to finish my sentence.

"I didn't have control. I'm not... I'm not a monster. I... I'm so sorry. Please, punish me. Lock me up, throw me in a cell, but don't kill me." I smiled inwards as I looked at the reactions of the humans still looking contemplating really fools.

The elves sneered, their disgust palpable, but the dwarven king's expression softened. "He speaks the truth. He has shown regret, and that is more than most would ever do."

But the elven queen was not moved. "Regret? Regret means nothing! He killed our people! He betrayed us all!" Her voice rose with each word, her fury boiling over. "Maybe he is just lying about it to get away. My decision will be the same. He should be hanged. He should die for his crimes. He deserves no mercy."

The tension in the room reached a breaking point, the air thick with anger and disgust. The dwarven king stood tall, his gaze unwavering. "Enough. We will not be ruled by rage. His punishment will be to live with his actions. He will be locked away, isolated, and forced to reflect on the weight of his sins. This will be his penance. This is justice."

The elves were not pleased, but there was little they could do. The council was divided, but the dwarves had the power to sway the decision. And in that moment, I knew that my fate had been sealed.

The dwarven king turned to me, his voice a little softer now. "You will learn from this, boy. And you will pay the price for what you've done. But you will live. And that... is more than you deserve." Yeah sure and you guys do deserve the money My father threw.

The elven Queen spoke her voice directed towards Priscilla the human Queen as she spoke, "Weren't your children also oppressed by him?"

Queen Priscilla spoke her voice identically to her husband still in taking a decision. "Merial, speaking as a parent, My husband and I both agree with you on this."

Blaine spoken, "But as rulers we also need to consider that we must consider greysunders view."

The dwarven King Dwarsid turned to the Blaine the human King. "What will be your answer?" He asked his voice raging like thunder.

Blaine spoke his voice trying to be calm and collected but still was in tension." I also think he should not be killed. We also support the dwarves. But I believe he should be crippled and he be struck from his title of mage." Really King Blaine you wanna take chances on this my father is already in the mood of a rebellion for who knows when. Really will you cripple the already crippled boy.

The human King looked at me again and noticed my metallic left arm and spoke. " Maybe there is no need for that too. So Lets just keep him locked up." The human King spoke his voice feeling in tension.

"So the finally decision made by the council for him will be arrested till further notice. " Blaine spoke his voice authorative. Finally some hope in humanity.

I smiled widely as I deeply bowed my head. Money sure does wonders even in another world. (it feels like a title of a manga)

I turned and looked at Arthur looking at me silent mindely, Fuck you Bitch. I smiled as widely as possible at him. My smile was noticed by Varay Aurea lance Zero. But who cares. Hahaha. And i stromed out of the hall. And they started the trial of Arthur.

Which didnt go in favor of him. Who cares what happens to him. Lets start my Traning Arc. Bwahahah.

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