CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ROYAL EYES WERE on me. The kings eyes were filled with hurricanes–he was enraged. His suit was snowy white, just like the carpet, and his pallid hands were intertwined with her bronze ones. There was a crown on his head, but there wasn't one on her. And soon enough there won't be one on his either.
I walked down the aisle humming the wedding song while dragging the blood stained swords with me. A trail of blood was being made and the guests on the gold chairs watched in panic as it came closer to the king. Many were ready to get out of their chairs to stop me from taking the crown and others only wanted to flee. Both of those options were against the rules, however. Once an intruder–of top one rank–enters the gates they are able to become king, but only if they can behead the current crowned one. They are also able to do this without trouble because of the gold gates–they're the gods gates.
My humming and waking came to a halt when I reached the first step of the stairs. A sword was drawn when I came to that stop. It was a thin gold sword and it was about the size of an arm, it was a child's toy. I turned my attention to the goddess that stood on the right side of the stage and bowed. "I apologize for being late. Please, forgive me?"
"You'll have to try harder than that," she scoffed. Her gaze wouldn't meet mine this time, she was irritated. I lifted my bloody sword and turned to the king. "Let's end this game, shall we?"
His sword came into contact with mine and the final round had commenced. My sword cut down his chest splitting fabric and skin in half. The white suit had now turned crimson red, blood was tainting everyone around us. I grabbed him by the neck and threw him across the room and onto the guests seated on the chairs. Before I was able to reach him stood up and charged towards me. His gold sword dug into my right arm and his fist came into contact with my stomach shortly after that.
I then punched his face, my rings leaving great marks, and swiftly dug my sword into his chest. He fell to the floor that was now wine colored because of the blood that was falling onto it. I took this as an opportunity to kick the sword out of his hand as well as to beat his body. His face was hit first, I couldn't stop after I heard his jaw break, then came his ribs, and shortly after came his legs. All that was left of his royalty were the rings on his fingers, his crown had fallen off. I stood him up and made him face the guests, his final act was here. "Today you will witness the fall of a kingdom. But you also see the rise of a kingdom. This rise will be the last you'll ever see."
I brought my sword to his neck but before I could end the game he spoke.
"Winter will come again," he said. My sword then made contact with his neck, his body fell to the floor. His head rolled down the aisle while all of the guests watched in fear. All I could do was laugh–the room was filled with an echo of laughter.
I turned my head around to look at Persephone but instead I came face to face with a man dressed in purple. Atlas. He drew his sword and pointed it at my neck. There was a smile on his face, so I drew my sword and copied his movements. "Welcome home," we both put down our swords.
note
not edited.
the next chapter will be the last. (i still don't know whether to make an epilogue or not.)
anyway hope you enjoyed the chapter!
