CHAPTER 94

CHAPTER NINETY FOUR
A portal appeared from thin air in Marcellus’ kingdom. Marcellus was Theseus’ most loyal minion.
Sometimes, it was where Theseus formulated his evil plans. But, this time around, Theseus had to be more focused and intentional on what his plan would be, for he was not sure what Avyanna, Baron, and Nancy had planned for him if he returned in a hurry.
He was going to take his time to plan and build all he needed to take the werewolves and their subjects down. Theseus was not going to spare Nancy, his hatred for her grew stronger than it was on the day she crossed paths with him.
What could be happening in NetherRealm? Theseus was not going to make the mistake he made before; If he set his eyes on Nancy, he was going to rip it off from her body.
Theseus Brute felt betrayed, yet and again. It made him remember how his parent’s subordinates plotted with other werewolves to take his family down. He remembered how the dread and fear of the Brute family was well known in Rome. He recounted how no decision was made without his family.
Theseus hated everyone and everything that he set his eyes on. He hated his kind because they took everything and everyone he believed in.
Theseus swore to himself that he was not going to let Baron, Avyanna, and Nancy go scot free.
“I will use their bones to make myself a throne. I will be the strongest and most dreaded master after I have collected Avyanna’s life force.” Theseus hummed to himself as he sat on Marcellus’ throne.
“My lord. Can I serve you anything? My strongest Alpha for breakfast, perhaps.” It was an absurd sight to see the Alpha of Alphas kneel before Theseus like he was a slave.
Theseus said nothing in reply to Marcellus, he just kept thinking of how his last battle ended and it made him amazed. If he had known that the creatures would attack, he would have collected the life force of Avyanna before anything else. Theseus was wounded in the process but the wound was nothing to him. He was given a deep cut on the right side of his face by late Thomas, but the wound healed itself immediately.
Something was different about it this time around; it took longer than usual to heal and he bled profusely before the wound healed.
‘Could I be dying?’ Theseus wondered. His wound is the reason that he absconded from the battle and the fact that he wanted to wreak havoc in his grand style.
The truth that nobody knew about Theseus was that he could die.
Theseus’s pride also kept him in denial but the wound on his face played a part in taking him out of that denial. Theseus had always shielded himself in his dark kingdom, cheating nature.
One thing he forgot was that he was like other creatures; the difference was that he glorified himself with dark powers. He adorned himself with mystical totems and charms that made it seem like he was superior to everyone.
He felt he lived a life without imperfection being the last surviving member of the Brute family. He had worked for everything he had while suffering.
If he was asked if the world had a reason to persecute him; he would say ‘No!’. He believed that he was the only sane creature left in the universe.
Theseus was not a creature given to fear but, for some untold and unseen reasons, he was worried. He did not want issues to repeat itself. He could not be thrown out of power again, and after all he had sacrificed. He made different plans every single day, he noted the possibilities of what the creatures would do, where they would go, and whom they would team up with.
Theseus finally had his plan. He would drown his minions in dark powers.
“Gather the rest!” He finally spoke to Marcellus.
Marcellus obliged.
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That evening, Theseus assembled his minions and performed a ritual which fortified his minions and sealed them with dark magic.
That evening, Theseus brought out a spiritual book that he acquired once from the tomb of the first witches who ever lived and died by the stake. Then he soaked the souls of his minions in it, fortifying them some more.
Theseus Brute hated the word defeat.
He was going to do everything within his power to uphold the Brute name. The name would live till eternity and he would be in charge of every soul, every creature, and every family.
"After this, not only will I be invincible, I will rule over all the kingdoms, and they will have no other choice than to obey when they see their warriors dead.” Theseus cackled maniacally. “I will enforce laws that I deem fit and anyone that speaks ill about my name will be sentenced to death by stoning.”
He spoke to himself, relishing in the things he was going to do when he ascended into immense power by means of Avyanna’s life force.
Theseus had a next level plan and he was going to execute it with seven minions and their kingdoms. It would have been nine, but one was dead and another was against him. Who knew if Nancy had already polluted another of Theseus’s puppet?
Theseus would kill all the other creatures that remained, then he would raise a whole new set of manipulated and gas lighted creatures of his making.
This was not just a usual battle. It determined a new regimen, a new standard, a new revolution.
“I will rule the entire world. This time around my puppets would not just be limited to my kind, but they will spread forth and wreak havoc on the world. They are the reason for this whole puzzle. Mu-ha-ha-ha.” Theseus plan was a huge success to him already.
He was going to rewrite the history of the werewolves and their realms, and more. He aimed to conquer the world.
Day after day Theseus Brute came up with deadly ideas that he would enforce, before and after the battle. Nothing could go wrong with his plan because he was confident about his minions and more so confident about his powers. He was ready to face whatever would came his way.
Another day, Theseus Brute called his minions to tell them what awaited them.
“I am disappointed in the world.” He began with a thundering voice, “Why is the great dark master disappointed? You might wonder. Dwell not much on it for I will speak to you. I will speak about the wickedness that has been communicated against me.”
“That bitch Nancy.” Day’nja whispered.
“She deserves to die.” Marcellus gruntled.
“The ones I trust and took as my own. Have encamped with my enemies’ roundabout me to ensnare me and rule over you as your master. They plan evil against our kind. They strengthen their cords to tie us down, but I want to remind you about who you are and what you are made of!”
“Yeah!”
“I want to remind you what you can do that they can never do. You are from the darkest dungeons and you have seen wickedness and conquered it, and you are loyal and fight for truth and a right course. Never forget that you are undefeatable! You must kill whoever stands against you, and your course. I your master can’t wait to see you bring me victory!” Theseus yelled and the minions erupted in subtle cheers.
They corresponded to his remark.
Indeed, it was time to win a war for their good lord and master.
Theseus smiled in joy for he had seen the defeat of all the kingdoms that would dare fight his minions, he spoke with courage and danced with finality.
“Only a creature that did not listen to the riddles and parables of the old would walk around butt naked in the swamp of bees. Give unto a child the instrument of death, when he grows, he would know not just how to kill, but who to kill, my story has made me yet again the only one with real power, have conquered all type of creatures, whoever dares the great Theseus of the Brute family, last of his great kind, dares the host of mystic beings.”
It was a done deal for Theseus, he could already envision Avyanna and her people dead before him.

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