Chapter 41

*Gore Warning*
Jang
I did not pray to my goddess… I knew she would never listen to another prayer ever again, since I tried killing her grandchildren… and the mate of her eldest.
All I could do was be abandoned and fucking stupid… in pain… and watch. He would not allow my wounds to heal… He would not allow me to pass out…
I grieved as he smiled looking out the window at the carnage of surprised wolves dying and melting… Some were struck with red lightning, the Tyrant’s favorite… He likes to see the bodies splatter. He explodes them for his amusement… So much blood was spilled, that it went down the gutters as if a thunderstorm had passed.
So many guts laid about, that even in the night the vultures appeared to snag an intestine…
About the same time, the pack was filled with so much noise I put my claws in my ears to try and destroy my hearing…
“No. You will watch too.” He said yanking my chains, dragging me outside.
They panicked and ran as some were melted, others cleaved in half, but most had their heads manually blown off by a simple finger flick of the Reaper….
“I give that one 2 points.” Said the Tyrant.
“That was at least 5!” Complained the Reaper, flicking another wolf so hard that the neck, shoulders, and some of the torso smashed against the packhouse.
“Ok, *that* one is worth 4.”
That was my Beta…
I’m so sorry.
Yet that did not stop it… I heard their cries in my head now… He would not allow me to have any respite for my actions. I could see through my eyelids…
He would not allow me to blind myself to see them die…
Then… when they finally did… He boiled their bodies away in a mass mound, refusing for their souls to leave…. They still moaned until they were ash….
How they lamented when it should have been me…
I thought I was careful…
I thought…
I thought too much. I should have let the King handle it his way… Now I have no choice but to watch this world. To see *this*, the end of days anyway…
“You just forgot who you were fucking with. I hope this reminds you.” He growled demonically. The Tyrant’s eyes darted to Zang Xi, and I knew by the Realm King’s wicked, twisted grin that he would be made an example…
No not my son…
“Hey, take that one and flay it.” Said the Realm King. “Hang it up in front of the mass grave.”
“Please…. Not that.” I begged weakly, covered in his mother’s blood…
Then, and only then did he allow the Reaper to reap….
A giant portal to hell was made in the Clearing of Challenge, a simple grassy circle maintained in the forest for fights… but now the grass will never grow there.
“You attacked my mate before she even drew breath. Had she died, I would have ended all things, not just this planet. I would have gone straight to the Keeper of Time, and his pathetic son, and ended it all. That is the secret. Without her there is *nothing*. You mortals promised me a mate. I *will* have her. I did not wait this long for you to ruin my fun.”
I snapped from healing.
Samira was at her limit, but I know she will never speak to me again.
Why would she?
I deserve everything I got… my only regret is that they make everyone else suffer… and let me live with the snide gossip, glares, and shunning….
I was left feeling how dull this world is…
The grass does not grow where my kin were burned now…
The animals… many migrated away in fear, since his anger can still be felt.
If I accept a new member, they instantly explode…
My pack, since I was the ring leader… is now a mass grave… Empty… except Tia.
I found out the hard way, that the most dangerous weapon in the hands of powerful men, is thinking that they’re doing the right thing…
Technically, stopping the Son of the Fucking Devil from getting a bride makes sense… but not when the world is owned by him, and that wife changed him…
If I would have given such an otherworldly, crazy idea a chance…. Tia, Grisham, his children….Most of OilMoon…. FrostMoon, and all of GhostMoon… My children…. Poor poor Zang…
I see his death every time I am healed…. He was flayed alive and forced to reside in that body and pelt until it was all ash… My grandpups… everyone.
I have no living relatives left, nor does Tia…
I may as well be a ghost.
I held Samira in my arms… Her arms were around my neck, and I linked Mr. Julian to inform and wake my new master *before* he scents me on her …. She didn’t let go, even when I felt my suit wet with about 30 grand of unicorn tears… well… maybe 60. She’s a hybrid.
Elf Hybrid unicorns… Their tears give a different kick. The high is half as intense, but twice as long…. One gram could keep you fucked up about a week and a half.
I know through the healing she saw my addiction… I struggled a few decades… I needed therapy to go with the healing, and even that does not numb the pain…
Even now I feel my mate’s missing heart… He ate it.
It is gone… I am grateful he didn’t eat her entirely…
“She saw.” I told my former Queen. “For it I’m sorry…” I said looking at her still crying in her sleep. She did not deserve to know my burden.
She did not deserve this. When she wakes, I doubt she’ll fear the new master, but she will be horrified of the Tyrant… She doesn’t deserve that either… There’s nothing she could ever do to push him to be *this* angered at her, his nephew’s mate…