Escape from Eden

Chapter 13

*Note: Please read Author's Note #4!  Damn, the king got a plot twisted transformation in this chapter...ew...anyways, enjoy this chapter!!

["A winner is a dreamer who never gives up." - Nelson Mandela]

"Yield to my command, Honalieh. This is a battle you cannot win. Face this, you cannot defeat me." Leviathan sassily looked at him in disgust, "I can't believe you have him as a father." The alliance agreed and I shrugged at their discussion. "ENOUGH, YOU FIENDS! HAND OVER MY DAUGHTER, OR ELSE!" King Pama snarled, his eyes hollowed out like a deer skull, teeth as sharp as a serrated knife, cracked antlers protruded from his head, Leviathan shuddered in horror at what my father has become.

"MORDEO..." I was confused at what the term he referred to my father as, but that was when my father charged straight for me. He was able to pin me down, screeching in my face. "I SAID DON'T TOUCH HER!!" Leviathan let out a demonic screech, lunging himself onto my father. "The prince was a fool, trusting you to be the person you used to be." He growled, I turned to him and brought my head to his ear, "I will take your world and you will be nothing to everyone."

As my father screeched, the howling souls and Leviathan began to lift me up from the ground, my sword readied by my side. "A duel will settle this, father. The winner will take the throne and rule vigilantly through their reign. The one who lost will be spending an eternity in a "special" containment area. Prepare to meet your maker." I took a deep breath and watched every move my father will make. With the combined power and trait the men radiate through their auras, it protected me through the swings, slashes and critical blows by the king. Leviathan shrieks, Jon Marks and Kristopher Whitewood's guns echo into the surrounding areas, Reinds and the ghouls howl with the wind, and Henshaw congregates with his tribe to prepare for the victorious fatality.

With a quick flash from the crimson blood moon, my father laid on his back, choking softly on his own blood. It glistened underneath the crimson sun, its thick, tar-like consistency baffled us all. It was like he was never born human. He croaked, gesturing me closer for him to part his lips to whisper into my ear. He said, "If you are to rule our community, you must equip balance..." he began to hack blood onto the palms of his hands. "What you did disrupt the cycle of balance. You should know that the body and mind of equal merit can possess equal potential. Along with that, vitality, a rugged body that will endure the toughest of challenges. Finally, wisdom, a sharp mind that will grant those with the mastery of wondrous power." I proclaimed, "I know my capabilities and strengths, father. I am going to revitalize MY community, you will go into history as another mad king, just like the rest of your family." He cackled like an elder warlock and croaked like a toad, "Isn't that what you are a part of, Honaleih? My family? The liquid gold that runs through our veins makes King Midas shrivel with jealousy. Isn't that what you have?"

I shook my head, "Our blood may be the same, but it does not make us family. My family is with the alliance. It shows me what a true family is supposed to be like, something you never showed me. Love from all is from the most powerful magic in the world. As you lay in corrupted tar, we smile upon the gods and gaze upon the future ahead of us. One that does not include you." A ghoul hovered before him and absorbed his unholy soul. His body began to crumble and crack, the blue diamonds in his eyes faded to a milky white, a devilish grin laid frozen upon his pale face.

"Goodnight, Father. It is my turn to rule."