Civil War: Part 1. Embers, Then Sparks
Demetrius II of Bactria
King Euthydemus II laid in his bed. Aside him, one of his concubines. Goblets of half-drunken wine littered the floor. The only light was of the moon and a candle from a table afar from the bed. He was King of Bactria, an Empire built by the steel of his grandfather, Euthydemus I, fore-bearer of his name, and his father, Demetrius I, who had died before the crown came to him. His uncle, Pantaleon, shined the realm until it was like a mirror and took Euthydemus, without any sort of deceit and manipulation. Now, Euthydemus II ruled one of the greatest empires. Issues had spurred with the Iranian nobility, but it was quelled and is being worked on so full integration is possible. All would be fine. Then, a sting, a burn. Euthydemus could feel his neck burning up, as it became soaked. He touched his neck, only to look at his land and see in the dim moonlight, crimson. Panic filled the dying king's mind, but all thought drowned as consciousness slipped away.
The concubine got up, as a bloodied shiv stood shakily in her hand. She stepped out of the bedroom, waiting for her a guard. She simply nodded and he escorted her away. Silently taking footstep after footstep, until a loud scream boomed, as the concubine was being pulled into a cell, as she howled one word again and again. "Liars! Liars! Liars!"
Days later, vengeful cheers of satisfaction rang in the city of Bactra. As the bloodthirsty cheers soon died down, Apollodotus, conqueror of Iran, entered a small chamber. Demetrius II sat near a table, parchment in hand, as he mumbled and mouthed a planned speech. The general would soon try to leave, not wanting to disturb Demetrius, but the brother of the king ushered him in.
"Not wishing to see the pleasantries outside of our kind guest that visited the chopping block?" Apollodotus asked. "It would seem more legitimate if a claimant did the bloodthirsty yelling during the execution."
"I was never one to basque in the excitement of one death," Demetrius replied, as he skimmed his written words. "Besides, why waste a word on a soon-to-be nobody when you'll be speaking next to the dead king of Bactria!"
"You have a point there," Apollodotus stated. "We should get moving."
"Yes, yes, just let me get ready," Demetrius said, as he stood up in a slight flurry.
The claimant and General stepped outside of the chamber, and soon were guided by a number of personal guards. Neither spoke a word, and the two soon mounted their steeds and hurried to the readying procession to accompany the body. A silent jumble of orders and scampering feet came, until the procession finally began. The crowd wailed to see the young-faced Euthydemus dead in a carriage, to have lines of soldiers to stop any sort of interference. Demetrius stood at the head of the procession, giving a stoic face. Oh what a strong man Demetrius was, to keep it calm with his beloved brother a few paces away from him, dead. How all emotion was stuffed inside for the sake of the people.
"Oh gods give me mercy, how long is this procession?" Demetrius whispered under his breath. "It isn't a parade, can't we speed this up? This is my brother we're talking here, not Heracles."
As the procession finally reached to it's end. Demetrius dismounted, and stepped above the crowd of commoners to talk of his brothers. He soon bellowed the great acts of his brothers, saying how selfless he was, how generous and kind the king was. Overall, praising him, but when you take that all away...
"...and shame to the traitors that took away our great king! Our Euthydemus! My brother! Shame towards those plotters, shame to those who call towards Antimachus, my treacherous uncle! Shame on them, and down with them!"
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Satrap Antimachus of Northern Parthia
Satrap Agathocles of Sogdiana
Antimachus sat with his commanders at a table, thinking and thinking, only for Antimachus to be filled with more rage. As his pretentious brother ruled a golden age without lifting a finger, he lived through raid after raid of the nomads, as he tried to build his army more stronger and stronger than ever, they may have never fell, but the land oh so ever did. Antimachus led one of the best trained troops, thanks to himself and great guidance of the legendary Hannibal for some time. However, this fact did not scare the little pup for trying to steal from the wolf. Demetrius II named Antimachus a traitor and practically claimed the throne. He knew both kings were dead, but the fact that Demetrius had the spite to make a power move this early.
"That little snake!" Antimachus growled, as he slammed the table. "Dare make such claims days after his brothers death, does he have no respect to his family?!"
None dared to interrupt Antimachus as he rambled in rage, but as his anger began to settle, his son, Antimachus II, would follow up in speaking.
"Father, we cannot just wait here like blind birds, as snakes ready to sink their fangs in our necks."
"Oh boy, we aren't going to be blind birds. Our feather will be plucked, our legs chopped off, and we'll have fight to the drop of our sweat and blood to ward off swarms of blood-eyed snakes."
A messenger quietly entered the room, and he announced, "Agathocles, Satrap of Sogdiana, has arrived with a small band, unarmed, in hopes to speak to Antimachus and proclaim his loyalty towards him."
The satrap was silent, and like before his son spoke, "Well father, it seems one has joined our company of blind, legless, plucked birds." Antimachus II soon turned towards the messenger. "Please allow the Satrap of Sogdiana within our walls and tell him to meet us here."
In a few moments, the door creaked open to reveal the face of Agathocles, as well as a party of close companions. Agathocles would quickly approach Antimachus and kneel, exclaiming, "I relinquish my claim to the Bactrian throne and swear loy-!"
"What are you doing?" Antimachus grunted, as he pulled up Agathocles by the arm.
"I'm- I'm declaring my loyalty to-"
"The messenger already said you're on my side," Antimachus interrupted. "That's enough for me."
"A little improper Antimachus, I cannot lie," Agathocles voiced, as he winced a bit.
"This is a backwater plot of land constantly met by the raging steeds of nomads. Tell me about improper while you hide behind you're walls."
"I apologize Antimachus," the satrap said. "But I hope you understand why I am here. With you an enemy of Bactria, Demetrius is tying any loose ends in the dynasty."
"He wants to make a new genesis of our dynasty, and he wants to start it all," a companion of Agathocles stated.
In moments, Antimachus bursted out in laughter, nearly crying. It soon dragged no less than a minute and finally, he slowed down in his laughs and simply answered why he did so in a few words.
"I'm just wondering who's the mad one, you or Demetrius!"
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Meanwhile, in India...
The Mauryan Empire had long been on it's last knees, and was still existing thanks to the mercy of Pantaleon. Their economic downfalls were very hurtful, but they were able to supply an army to defend from growing Indian powers south. Emperor Brihadratha had been ruling for seven struggling years. King Euthydemus II had made plans to invade India, but his early death saved the Mauryan Empire from that. To celebrate this luck, the Emperor planned a parade of his army at the capital, Pataliputra. Leading the parade was his general, Pushyamitra Shunga, ruler of the city Vidisha under the Mauryan Empire. However, the army soon turned off course from it's designated path to the royal palace. Soon, the troops flooded to the throne room.
"What's the meaning of this?!" Emperor Brihadratha demanded, as he stood from his throne. Nobody would answer. In the midst of the men, Pushyamitra would appear with a dagger. The Emperor would try to run, but guards would catch him and hold him down. "Oh please Pushyamitra! Mercy! I beg of you! Please! Please! Plea-!" In seconds, screams of pain followed the Emperors wails of begging, as the dagger struck again, and again, and again. Until all there was, was a dead man and a new empire.
Pushyamitra Shunga, 1st Shunga Emperor