Dr j'an
History has a habit of simplifying men like Marrick.
It takes what they were… and reduces them to what is easiest to remember.
A conqueror.
A monster.
An emperor.
All of these are true.
And yet none of them are enough.
What you are about to read is not the story of how Marrick rose—no, that part has already been told, twisted into something grand and convenient. This is the account of what came after. What happens when a man who has already taken everything… is left with nothing left to fight.
Understand this now: peace did not make Marrick lesser.
It made him worse.
There are things I will not speak on. Not because they are unknown—but because they are not meant for those who read this record. Some truths belong only to those who stand close enough to power to be consumed by it.
So I will give you what can be given.
And I will leave the rest… where it belongs.
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Kojo did not wake slowly.
It erupted.
Heat rose from the black stone like breath, carrying with it the scent of spice, ash, roasted meats, and burning oils. The streets were already alive before the sun fully crested the horizon—vendors shouting over one another, metal striking metal from open forges, laughter cutting through arguments that never quite became fights.
Children ran through narrow alleys, weaving between armored guards who didn't bother stopping them. A group of performers balanced along a stretched chain between two buildings, drawing cheers from below as coins clattered into waiting bowls.
Merchants argued loudly over prices they had already agreed on.
Nothing about Kojo was quiet.
Nothing about it was restrained.
It was alive in a way that refused to be controlled—and yet…
It worked.
---
Ren stood at the balcony of his estate, overlooking the city he now ruled.
Gong of Kojo.
The title still carried weight—but not the kind that crushed.
The kind that demanded.
Behind him, he heard movement—soft, familiar.
Lee.
"You've been standing there a while," Lee said, his voice still rough from sleep, though his eyes were already scanning the city below with interest.
Ren didn't turn immediately. "We leave soon."
"I know," Lee replied, stepping beside him. "You've said that three times already."
Below them, a street vendor tossed skewers of meat into the air, catching them over an open flame as a small crowd gathered, laughing. Not far from that, two men argued loudly—then just as quickly broke into laughter, slapping each other on the back.
Lee watched it, a small grin forming.
"…this place is loud."
Ren exhaled, almost amused.
"It's perfect."
Lee glanced at him. "Perfect?"
Ren nodded, eyes still on the city.
"This is what it's supposed to look like," he said. "Movement. Noise. People doing whatever they want… as long as they don't cross a line."
"And if they do?" Lee asked.
Ren's smile didn't fade.
"They don't get to do it twice."
There was no hesitation in his voice.
No doubt.
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Dr j'an
Kojo is often cited as one of the greatest examples of Marrick's rule.
This is usually misunderstood.
People expect order to look like silence. Control to look like suppression.
They are wrong.
Kojo was not quiet because it was controlled.
It was loud because it was allowed to be.
The difference is subtle—but critical.
---
Lee leaned against the railing, watching a group of armored soldiers casually eating with civilians, laughing like they weren't enforcers of anything.
"They actually like him," Lee said.
Ren didn't hesitate.
"Of course they do."
"That's not normal."
Ren finally looked at him fully.
"It is," he said. "When someone wins completely."
Lee frowned slightly.
Ren continued, almost… admiring.
"He doesn't take more than he needs. Doesn't interfere unless it matters. Doesn't pretend to be something he's not."
A pause.
"He's exactly what he should be."
There was something in Ren's voice now.
Not respect.
Not loyalty.
Something closer to belief.
---
"You've seen him more than I have," Lee said. "What is he like… now?"
Ren didn't answer immediately.
Below, flames burst into the air as performers drew cheers from a growing crowd.
"…he's not trying anymore."
Lee blinked. "What?"
Ren's eyes didn't move.
"He already proved everything. There's nothing left to show."
"That sounds like he'd slow down."
Ren shook his head.
"No."
A small pause.
"He just doesn't hold back anymore."
---
The journey to the capital was filled with movement.
Caravans. Traders. Messengers. Soldiers moving in organized lines but not rigid formations.
Even outside the cities—
Life continued.
---
Statues of Marrick appeared along the roads.
Not exaggerated.
Not divine.
Just real.
Lee studied one closely.
"They didn't make him look like a god."
Ren's response was immediate.
"He doesn't need to be one."
---
Dr j'an
Unlike many rulers, Marrick did not reshape his image to inspire belief.
He allowed reality to speak for itself.
This was not humility.
It was certainty.
---
The capital was different from Kojo.
Still alive—
But sharper.
More aware.
Where Kojo celebrated constantly, the capital chose its moments.
And today—
It had chosen one.
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Temüjin's first birthday.
---
The palace grounds were filled.
Not just nobles—
But performers, high-ranking soldiers, select merchants, and those important enough to be allowed near power without being crushed by it.
Music filled the air.
Controlled, but real.
Children ran through sections of the courtyard under watchful eyes.
Servants moved quickly, efficiently—but not fearfully.
---
And at the center of it—
Marrick's family.
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Fànj stood with forced composure, trying very hard to look like she wasn't waiting.
Tiey pretended not to care, but his gaze kept shifting toward the entrance.
Remi was less subtle, shifting from foot to foot, eyes bright.
And Temüjin—
Small.
Barely steady on his feet.
Watching everything.
---
Their mother stood behind them, calm as ever.
Observing.
Knowing.
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"…he's late," Fànj muttered, crossing her arms.
"He's not late," Tiey said immediately. "He just—"
"He's late," Remi interrupted.
Temüjin made a small sound, as if agreeing without understanding.
---
Then—
Everything shifted.
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Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
---
But unmistakably.
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Marrick had arrived.
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He hadn't been announced.
Hadn't made an entrance.
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He was simply there.
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And for a brief moment—
The entire space adjusted around him.
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Ren bowed instantly from a distance.
Lee followed slower.
But neither of them were being watched.
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Because the children moved first.
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"Dad!"
Remi broke instantly, running toward him without hesitation.
Tiey followed, faster than he intended.
Fànj held her composure—
For exactly one second—
Then moved too.
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Even Temüjin—
Stumbled forward, small steps uneven, arms slightly raised like he didn't fully understand what he was asking for—
Only that he wanted it.
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For a moment—
No one stopped them.
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No guards intervened.
No one spoke.
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Because no one knew if they were supposed to.
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Marrick looked down at them.
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And something changed.
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Not softened.
Not weakened.
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But… shifted.
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He crouched.
Not rushed.
Not hesitant.
Just… natural.
---
Remi reached him first, grabbing onto his arm.
"Pick me up!"
Tiey stopped just short, trying to look composed again.
Fànj stood a little straighter, but she was closer than before.
---
Temüjin reached him last—
Small hands lifting upward.
Unsteady.
Silent.
Expecting.
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"…up," Remi demanded again.
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There was a pause.
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Then Marrick moved.
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He lifted Temüjin first.
Effortless.
One arm, steady, practiced.
Temüjin immediately grabbed onto him, small hands gripping tightly as if this was something known—something familiar.
---
Remi frowned.
"Hey—me too."
---
Marrick glanced at her.
Then, without shifting Temüjin—
He pulled her up with the other arm.
---
Now holding both.
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Tiey looked like he wanted to say something—
Didn't.
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Fànj crossed her arms again.
"…you didn't say hi."
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Marrick looked at her.
For a moment—
Nothing.
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Then—
"…hello, Fànj."
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It wasn't warm.
It wasn't cold.
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But it was directed.
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And that was enough.
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She looked away immediately.
"…hi."
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Tiey stepped forward slightly.
"…did you bring anything?"
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Remi laughed from Marrick's arm.
"That's what you say first?"
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Marrick didn't answer.
But his hand moved slightly—
And a small object appeared between his fingers.
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Not flashy.
Not dramatic.
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A simple carved piece.
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Tiey took it carefully.
Eyes scanning it immediately.
Understanding something deeper than what it looked like.
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"…thank you."
---
Temüjin made a small sound, shifting slightly.
Marrick adjusted his hold without thinking.
Automatic.
---
Dr j'an
There are very few recorded instances of Marrick displaying what could be considered "affection."
This is one of them.
It is important to understand—
He did not change in these moments.
He simply allowed something else to exist alongside what he already was.
---
From a distance, Lee watched in silence.
"…that's him?" he asked quietly.
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Ren didn't take his eyes off Marrick.
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"…yeah."
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There was no hesitation.
No doubt.
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Only certainty.
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"Of course it is."
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And for the first time—
Lee understood something unsettling.
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The man who could erase someone without emotion—
Was the same man holding two children like it was the most normal thing in the world.
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And neither of those things contradicted each other.
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They completed each other.
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The celebration continued.
Louder.
Brighter.
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But now—
There was something else within it.
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Not fear.
Not control.
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Something closer to gravity.
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Everything moved.
Everything lived.
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But it all—
In some way—
Centered around him.
( and with that markes the end of Marricks story for now)