Amongst the outer perimeter of the Royal Fortress, once
lurid statues erected in the likeness of past Melonite kings and septemvittatas
made for an awe-inspiring pathway to The Tomb of Tortured Souls. Illuminated by
the melancholic soiree of torchlight, Septemvittata Khanquisidor’s lifeless
body continued to bleed out all over the incinerator.
The grieved
King’s impaired thoughts caught up with him as he stared into the open eyes of
his damned mate. By now he was used to insects crawling from out of her
hemoglobin dripping cheekbones. King Venomous’s hand attached itself to the
lever as if it had a mind of its own and without hesitation opened the hell
beneath her.
Septemvittata Khanquisidor’s burning flesh shot to the
ground like comets. The inconsolable Melonite sovereign covered his ears for he
couldn't bear the screams of her tortured soul as it escaped its smoldering
prison. The screaming was over for what was left was nothing but ash. King
Venomous didn'tallow the salty water to return.
“I have
found a way,” he said. “For you and I may have been defeated, Khanquisidor, our
lineage will not be.”
King Venomous made sure the newborn
Murderar saw his Mother’s fiery remains as he declared to him, “Since you
cannot bear a sword, I will bear it for you… When I return; a new Melonon will
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