A Blood Soaked Throne - Part Two

Epilogue - Damien

It's been 100 years since my father was defeated, murdered by the woman I love. It's been 96 years since she woke up.

I step into the throne room, recently remodeled to allow for more comfortable discussions. With a long table centered in front of the throne, tall chairs made of dark wood and green fabric pushed underneath. People stand in various corners of the room, chatting with each other and laughing. A sound I thought long gone from these halls under my father's tyrannical rule.

The throne sits empty in front of me, the intimidating skull structure replaced by twisted vines and reclaimed wood from the lower district. Everything has changed. The rows and columns of lifeless apartment buildings have been replaced by structures closer to those in the world of the living. The inner city still has its tall skyscrapers, but comfortable homes have been built throughout the districts as well.

Every torture room has been removed from the city, replaced with shelters to help those who are struggling. The streets are no longer slabs of pavement, but instead walkways lined with growing foliage. Nearly the entire lower district has been transformed into lush forests.

The backwards structure of the worst humanity has to offer being rewarded in the afterlife has been reversed, everyone receiving appropriate punishment for their crimes. Everything I've ever wanted for this world has been accomplished.

A smile spreads on my face as I catch sight of Alayah stepping into the throne room. The people in the room instantly turn to face her, each of them greeting her as she makes her way towards me. A long gown that matches her eyes hugs tightly to her body. Thin straps curve over her shoulders, fabric drapes across her chest, long slits reveal the middle of her thighs as she walks. Each time I see her is the same as the last, as if I'm seeing her for the first time.

I remember the moment she woke up, four years after the end of my father's reign. The power surge from wielding the God Killing blade was too much for her body to handle. It almost killed her, neither of us knew the true consequences of murdering a God. Not until it happened.

She wraps her arms around the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. I can feel the ring on her finger twisting with the strands of my hair. As she pulls away the people gathered in the room begin taking seats at the table.

"Are you ready for this?" I ask, and she answers with a smile. Her hand slips into mine, a slight tremble the only sign that she's nervous.

"No, but we'll do it together." I place a soft kiss on her knuckles and the two of us step onto the throne platform.

She turns to face the crowd, the flames from gaining my father's power lighting across her fingertips as she takes her place on the throne. I stand beside her, pride swelling in my chest as I take in what she's become.

My Queen of the Underworld.