Chapter 16: The Most Prideful Being

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Mary Ann was used to it after a certain point.

Being reborn then killed all because of a prophecy.

She would watch the knife slowly rising above her tiny body.

"For the prophecy."

They were the last words she would hear before entering the lake of lost souls again and again and again. Some faces held remorse, others held anger as if seeing something hideous. Finally there was the one that had not a single pint of emotions. This stone faced man looked at the child before him as if she was but an inconvenience.

The blackness soon took over and the infant, Mary Ann wondered.

What had she done wrong.

It must've been something terrible to make her go through this loop of just a piece of consciousness and then a sudden toss into the void of unconsciousness.

But this time was different. She was before another man who was caged in an ebony prison. Beside him a woman of indistinguishable beauty resided.

"You have such a pitiful existence." Donavon sighed. "A prophecy has cursed you into this hell. However I can help you, descendant of Beowulf."

"A prophecy... This is why I'm suffering..."

"Don't you hate it." Daphne's emerald eyes glistened. From the air a puff of green smoke emerged, faces appeared in the mini cloud twisting about screaming in desperation. "With this death won't follow you for you work for his Master."

"Swear fealty to me." Donavon smirked. "Then I will bestow upon you this power to rule."

Mary Ann's hands extended, taking in the vapor it's green intoxication took over quickly as she soon had a fury unlike any other.

The stone cold expression transformed in fear as the child grew to the size of a fully grown woman. Within her hands was a sword coated in a blue steel that glowed menacingly.

"The demon..." He gasped and walked back. "You have to die or Brigaden will fal...!"

His vision flipped suddenly. His head had been completely flipped, something had snapped his neck with force unlike anything in his brief life.

Two large paws slowly slipped back slowly to the side of a man dressed in a butler's attire.

"Speaking to royalty in such a manor isn't easily forgiven." Creighton bowed. "Your faithful servant, Cerberus. But I'll leave you to my new name, Master."

"... Creighton..." She looked at the book in the arms of the terrified woman. "From this day forth I'm the Queen of this country."

Rusi heard of the assassination of the previous ruler of Brigaden, they knew the prophecy was upon them when news of the wolf scarred child had taken over. Killing off most of the royal family and many of their citizens. There was ones who resisted and were killed and some who joined the new Queen, tired of the treatment received from their monarch. Eventually they had taken over the small country with the help of the lycanthropy fluid that changed many of the people into beast.

Rusi tried the first invasion and it ended in disaster their soldiers were devoured by the wolf threat.

They were about to give up but soon got a message from a mysterious organization.

And news of their enemies weakness came into them...


"I'm out of silver bullets." The Rusian soldier shouted. He threw away his magazine and reloaded while his comrades continued to rain hell upon the enclosing beast. They fell, howled and turned to rot instantly with each bullet.

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