“Lord Homaru, we are ready to broadcast!”
“Then begin the broadcast!”
Homaru sat back in his chair, relaxed knowing that all the country was his audience. He had rehearsed this many times, sometimes in his head, sometimes out loud. His face was calm, his voice commanding, the fires behind him towering.
“FOLLOWERS OF THE FLAME! MY PEOPLE! I have hijacked the signal of every channel to deliver my important words to you. The current Shogun, Okuri Okami, has massacred 1000 of your kin! He stands in the way of my domination, our domination, the burning of the Flame! He is even more of an obstacle than the new found Emperor! He controls the military of this land, who is to say he won’t spontaneously turn it on us, or some other group? We must destroy him! For the Flame! For the-”
Okuri could not watch any longer. He turned off the TV and started fiddling with the bizarre device he had obtained earlier.
“Great work, Lord Homaru.” Lao commented. “I’m sure the world will be in an uproar tomorrow.”
As the personnel left the room, Homaru remained in his chair. It was a very comfortable chair. It was also very intimidating and imposing. He leaned back and thought to himself ‘Fire gods, why don’t I sit in this chair more often?’
“Ach, this shit better be working, or I’m gonna bite somebody’s head off….”
Homaru jerked his head to the TV screen to his right. He would regret it. The face on the screen terrified him, with a mouth full of fangs, red fangs tattooed on his cheeks, yellow eyes with pupils as black as a night with no moon and no stars, and an excessive amount of white facial hair. But it was the armor and tails that gave him away…..this must’ve been Okuri Okami. Homaru fell out of his chair and crawled backwards in fear, screaming like a child.
