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Reins of the Tomb Raider	By : HunterOpera Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 38203 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Tomb Raider and make no money from this. Also, this is not a happy story. It will not have a happy ending. You have been warned.

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I awoke early in the morning to the sound of polite knock upon my door. My wife muttered something beside me, curling under blankets, as did her friend on the other side of me. I sat up and smiled down at them, shushed them both back to sleep. Yawning, I stood and slipped into a house skirt, then crept quietly down the stairs as the knock repeated. It was still dark outside, and the clocks around my home informed me it was some time after three in the morning. I opened the door, unsure what to expect.

“Zamir, my brother,” the Emperor said, clasping my arm and pulling me outside. I yelped, surprised by his strength now as I had been in childhood. His voice was calm but he was hissing, his cheeks flushed, his dark eyes black as coal.

“Brother,” I said, nodding, closing the door and standing outside beside him. “What has happened?”

“The Croft woman,” he turned his head and spat, the long bristles of his mustache shaking as he stared at me. “The trial will be in one hour. Fetch whomever you think is necessary.”

He stalked away, leaving me blinking in his wake. I had no doubt as to the outcome of the trial, but there were still people to collect – Ivo, James, specialist guards. To Drasha I send note, knowing that she would want to prepare a greeting for the Duchess of Arlington once the trial was completed.

Ivo had been expecting an event such as this one, but James was bleary eyed and irritable when we went to get him. He claimed to need tea, settling on making some and bringing it with him. We had to remind him to wear his drab English clothing rather than the garb to which he had grown accustomed. He would thank us later. It was important that he maintain his facade.

We made our way to the temple of Justita, making offerings to Bacchus and Neptune along the way, only to find the Emperor already sitting in the throne of judgment. He was dressed in deep red robes inscribed with golden designs, his legs crossed and his hands clasped on one knee, the crown of his office resting upon his brow. He had removed his scarlet cloak, folding it over one arm of his throne, looking down on us all.

The Croft woman was brought in moments after we arrived. A bucket of ice water had been thrown on her to wake her up at this strange hour, and she was still sputtering and shaking, too surprised to offer resistance as the bar between her ankles was fastened to the ground and, once again, her pretty neck was encircled with rope and cinched roofward, holding her taut.

“You are a stupid girl,” the Emperor began. Lara looked about to say something, but one of the guards struck her ass with a whip, causing her to scream and writhe with what movement she was capable. “You will not speak. You will listen. If you make the attempt, you will be punished and then you will listen. I do not care if you understand, I hope you do not. I hope you interrupt me.”

He paused. My brother had wanted to try the theater as a youth, and his flair for dramatics had only increased since he had taken the throne. Lara kept her silence, her eyes roaming around the room, fixing on James, pleading for help. He shuffled in place, and I wondered if he and my brother had that in common.

“I know of the British,” the Emperor continued. “I know you think you are better, that you can go and steal and destroy, spread your filth. You were no better than soviets and fascists you fought so hard against. A case can even be made for you're being worse. We are students of history in my country. We know what you did to maintain your empire, Duchess.

“So you may think you can escape your crimes. You cannot. Here in Parmistan, you will pay for what you have done. You will be my effigy, and you have earned it. Assaulting my civilians in the Village of the Damned. Destruction of property. Assaulting officers in their duties maintaining the law. Providing falsified documentation. All of this would be bad enough...

“I am told you are a historian. I am told you know who founded this place, and what blood flows through these veins. And so here is your greatest crime, Lara Croft, Duchess of Arlington – you broke into the Village of the Damned, the final resting place of the great Emperor Caligula, and tried to steal the armor of his tomb.

“Did you think you were doing the world some sort of service? Do you think we did not know where the armor and my ancestor rested? There was a demon born of him, a literal demon that consumed him all his life. A blackness of the soul that lives on even now in his corpse. It poisons the minds of those in the Village of the Damned, driving them to madness, perversion, and horror. They know they suffer and do not attack another, only outsiders. We care for them as best we can, because the madness that infects them? It is demonic in origin. There is no cure.

“And you, you stupid girl, were going to spread that madness out into the world. The armor bears seeds of the demon, and so we have replaced armor inside tomb and tomb has resealed. Caligula was brought here after death in order to seal demon. We keep seal active. We protect world. And you nearly ruined everything.

“You are pampered, Duchess. I see that. You are pampered and perhaps you believe in curses and perhaps you do not. I do not care. You will serve the people of Parmistan for crimes. Yes, I said serve. We do not have prisons. We do not coddle our criminals, or put them out of sight. We are a small nation and our own people do not commit crimes. It is outsiders that break our laws, and we will punish you the same way we punish them.

“Lara Croft, Duchess of Arlington, I sentence you to serve as a beast of burden for ten years, the start of which will be when you have been broken in and learn your place. Your things will be kept safe until your sentence is served, at which time they will be given back to you or your guardian. Until then, what you need will be provided to you.

“Guards, you may begin preparing the lady here for the next ten years of her life.”

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And now the story begins in earnest. Hopefully, this sheds some light, and the seeds planted in the previous chapters will help foreshadow the terrible things to come. Next chapter will either be up tomorrow morning or on Monday. As always, reviews and feedback are greatly appreciated and will be responded to at a place you can get to be copa/pasta'ing the following url into your browser: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/page-9 - thanks for reading, hope you're enjoying this, and have a good weekend.
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