And here is a little counter-fic I wrote once he announced his revenge plans.
The Doom of Jacob Harrison
Jacob Stuart Harrison’s plans had finally come to fruition. The Reclamation War had succeeded. Democracy had been crushed. The Old Order had been restored. The Great Monarch had ascended to the thrones that were rightfully his.
As he strode towards his private audience with the King, Jacob Harrison thought about these things and others. In particular, he thought about the members of Fundies Say The Darnedest Things. They had rejected his ideology, they laughed at his schemes, they even called him mad! But no longer! He had shown them all! And now, they would all be hunted down and punished horribly! Indeed, Jacob Harrison had prepared some particularly… inventive execution methods for some of them, which he intended to propose to the King.
He entered the King’s throne room and prostrated himself. Finally, he said: “Sire, glory be upon You. Why do You wish to see this humble servant?”
The King told Jacob Harrison to rise. When Jacob had done so, the Great Monarch spoke again. “First of all, We wanted to thank thee for thy faithful service during the Reclamation War.”
Jacob Harrison was filled with joy. The Great Monarch was acknowledging his loyalty. Surely, he would be rewarded with many titles and fiefdoms. “I am honoured, my liege, that You have such a high opinion of my service, but I was just a humble servant doing the work of righteousne…” Jacob Harrison stopped. There was something about the way the King held himself that seemed… off.
Finally, the Monarch spoke again. “Unfortunately, We cannot allow thee to live.”
Jacob was shocked. “But… but… milord… why?????”, he stuttered.
The King’s reply was cold. “As thou dost certainly remember, We were not thy first ‘True Heir’. Indeed, thou hast changed thy position more than twenty times until thou did arrive at Us. What if thou changest thy mind again and startest to plot against Our most august person? No, thou art too great a risk to let live.
Furthermore, We know of certain ‘revenge fics’, as thou callest them, many of which tell of most unnatural non-consensual carnal unions of man and beast. Those are most heinous violations of Our decency laws.”
The King stood up from his throne, strode forwards until he reached Jacob Harrison and withdrew a staff from his cloak, which he broke in half over Harrison’s head. “For these crimes and many more, We sentence thee to death by hanging, drawing and quartering.”
“No! Please! Have mercy upon me! Did You not say Yourself thank me for my faithful services?”, pleaded Jacob Harrison.
“We did indeed. And for this reason, We shall grant thee leniency. Thou shalt be granted the honour of finding thy death by way of the Executioner’s Sword.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!”, Jacob Harrison screamed as the guards dragged him to the dungeons.
THE END