Chapter 21: Make Rammstein Great Again
Estefan walked toward the window, peering down at the city, a gesture said to be habitual among those born of Angeras blood.
"I must say." He murmured while looking at the City through the window, "For a city cursed by people like you... and those criminals, it’s done a decent job staying alive for nearly two whole decades."
He watched in silence. Despite decades of corruption, conflict, and apathy, Rammstein endured. It was battered, but not broken. A surviving relic. A wounded beast still breathing.
"It’s sad... and beautiful." He said while watching how the City is begging him for its revival.
Turning, he faced the last living councillor. "But survival alone isn’t enough. Now, it’s time to thrive. To be great again... led by me." He smirked. "I call it... Make Rammstein Great Again." He chuckled. "Sounds ridiculous, I know. But before greatness comes, I have to clear out the trash." He looked at Vetrigar.
He punctuated his point by kicking one of the councillor’s severed heads like a ball. It hit the far wall with a wet, bone-cracking thud, splattering blood and brain matter across the stone.
"I know, it’s a bit dark." Estefan said casually, gazing at the bloodied wall. "But is it really my fault? I didn’t bring the city to this state and you guys were literally asking for this at this point."
Vetrigar stayed silent, trembling. He couldn’t escape as he could only listen to the Baron. A cornered rat praying the cat loses interest or be played with till death.
Estefan turned his gaze to the old man. "Relax. I won’t kill you. Not yet." He knelt slightly, looking Vetrigar in the eye. "Because I value something now." He stood up again. "Information."