Chapter 40

A/N: **Gore Warning in this chapter**
Jang
“Where are the other packs that conspired with him?” The Tyrant said glaring at me. I could not keep his gaze. His obsidian eyes were so filled with hate, I thought he’d kill me right now…
But honestly, I should have known better… I should have known he would not stop with me… but *start*….
Ashital hesitated, … He smelled of real fear now. I am nothing compared to the Uupper Council, and even smaller compared to my king… His fear and hesitation made my wolf hide. I could not sense him at all.
“….Ohiya…. FrostMoon pack… OilMoon annexed them…. And TealMoon of Nebraski.” Ashital admitted incredibly quietly.
“Asanguis.” The Tyrant said waving his hand, and the soul of the other brother appeared.
“Brothers.” The Reaper bowed. The Great Serpent was the Tyrant’s steed… one long enough to wrap around a mountain, and melt it too with poison breath…
“Summon your scythe. Adorn your robes. And take this one. He will watch what I will do, and live with his punishment. And when you Do die, you will belong to Me.” The Tyrant suddenly appeared behind me, grabbing me by the throat.
The Realm King didn’t allow me to scream as the master’s symbol, weighted scales were seared onto my neck.
The sign of his father weighed more than the sign of the Sun…. I had been judged.
Judged to die by the Night Court…
Tia! What about Tia?! I suddenly thought, likely from the instincts of my absent wolf…
“Please… I can endure this… but not my mate…” I begged on choked breath. He only let up because he realized I need air to breathe….
“Stop worrying about your loved ones; you did not worry about them when you tried killing my mate. They will get the punishment you intended for my mate, and you will live in your home, empty. The only reason You will breathe is Punishment. There will be none left alive, save the grass and animals.”
The Reaper dawned a black robe and his scythe… His name was written across the old nicked blade… that in the red light of the moon, and all the demonic flames… you could see how well sharpened it was…
I screamed as his magic gave me burns, and boils instantly….
I was held in the air to float above the world below…
“May I have fun master?” Asked Asanguis from the ground while my people still slept… He asked this so casually, like they were talking about what to do at Harvest Fest.
With the casual wave of a hand… The other packs… Grisham’s, Lupe, and others… even other races of men that I knew casually were brought before the Judge to judge…. And his ruling was death…
Because of *ME*.
“Do whatever you want. Take all of them except this one. I want it all dead by sunrise. You will *NEVER* have another living soul to live here. Be isolated. Be the wolf’s truest fear. Let him watch… Oh, wait. I want him to see this first.”
I felt… emptied…
“Of course master.” The Reaper hissed. “I think I’m going to see how many heads I can pop before I have to melt the rest.”
“That sounds fun. I’ll give you… hmm… 10 minutes.” Said the Tyrant as if he spoke of the weather.
“I do.” He said casually. “You are *nothing*. This world is my plaything. Even now, if I wanted, I could stop its spin, delete all its air, stop the sun from reaching this place, and watch this world crystalize in a sheet of ice so thick, Arviel will have to start completely over again if I don’t just slice the sun in half. It won’t take that long, maybe an hour?”
He said this not allowing me any time to respond.
With teleportation, magic that is not possible for most… I was before my sleeping mate…
No.
“Get up mortal.” He spat.
She screamed when she saw me on my knees in chains. I don’t know how he even did that, yet my neck, wrists, and legs were bound with red hot iron… It burned but he wouldn’t let my limbs fall off…. The heat cooked my flesh so well the room smelled of burned hair and barbecue.
“Whatever you want master, anything, anyone but her. She has no power as Luna, because I did not give her any… She has no authority to anything I rule, or do… None of them do.” I said on deaf ears.
I watched him force her to float to him thrashing and screaming… He yanked her heart and soul right out her body… Even her soul screamed… He took her heart’s soul too, something I didn’t think possible…. Spirits may have injuries from their deaths… but they don’t feel them…
She will, because he cursed her by eating her heart…. And her heart’s soul… He licked his fingers.
You merely see the grotesque with spirits who die graphic deaths, but she felt this wound… She cried and screamed. I felt the connection rip from her death, and I mourned her… I crawled to Tia.
Her lifeless body shifted in my hands as I held her… and in secret I took a small part of it before he blew her body up in my hands…
The little strip was all that was left…
And her trembling soul…
I shook. I shook in lamentation for my failure. I should have never tried.
He is undefeated because he cannot die by mortal hands…*We cannot even cut him. * Only his father, or the Lord of Light could stop him, and neither interfere directly…
The God of Judgment is 3 in the pantheon… even as a god cursed in mortal flesh, they do not stop him… Now that he has a mate, that affliction will be lifted. I can’t imagine the Moon Goddess still imprisoned either, now that her son AND husband will be active again….