We Are The Gods

Chapter 42 🖋️ The King of the Gods

The King of the Gods

Third Person's POV

"Isn't it time?"

Isang babaeng may puting mga mata ang nakatitig sa mga pagkawasak na gawa niya. Nakatayo siya sa itaas ng toreng orasan at ginagalaw ng hangin ang kaniyang mahabang buhok at itim na mahabang damit na halos gutay-gutay at madumi na.

Kahit na madungis ang pananamit ay kakikitaan naman ito ng pambihirang kagandahan, kung hindi lamang sa mga itim na markang nakakalat sa kalahati ng kaniyang mukha pababa sa kaniyang leeg at braso hanggang sa kaniyang paa. Para itong inukit sa kalahati ng kaniyang katawan at kahit anong gawin ay hindi na kailanman mabubura.

"It is time, Nyx," sagot niya at nilingon ang isa pang babaeng katulad niya ang kasuotan ngunit natatabunan ang kalahati ng mukha ng saklob nito sa ulo.

"But she is still alive," tila nahihintakutang sagot naman ng dyosa ng gabi.

Oo, matindi ang takot na nararamdaman ni Nyx sa babaeng ito. Tuwing tinititigan ng isang pares nitong puting mga mata ay tila ba sinusunog siya nito ng buhay. Ang mga markang nasa mukha nito ay gumagalaw na tila ahas, at ang mga mata nitong tila salamin ay walang ibang pinapakita sa tumititig dito kundi paghihirap, kaguluhan at kamatayan.

Kabaliktaran nga ito ng mga matang taglay ng babaeng iyon.

Ginto, at punong-puno ng buhay.

"You failed to do your only job, Nyx," malamig ang boses na anito hanggang sa magbagong muli ang kulay ng mga mata nito at nagkulay ginto.

"T-That's because the punisher hid her identity very well. She–"

"Your reasons don't matter now, Nyx. All I know is that you failed. And you deserve a punishment. Don't you want that?"

Napaatras si Nyx, ngunit kahit anong takas niya ay alam niyang walang lugar sa mundong ito na mapupuntahan niyang magliligtas sa kaniya. Susuyurin siya nito hanggang sa dulo ng mundo.

"The protector is cunning, Nyx," she emphasized. "She knew how to play her cards well. You should've killed her the first time you met," her golden eyes glowed until they went back to normal. Somehow, Nyx felt relief.

"But she's not important. We need the brain and the command. The protector is but an accessory for the greater cause. I can acquire her power in no time. But they are hiding that girl. And that girl, was your assignment until I realized that you are as useless as everyone else."

Nyx gulped in both fear and regret. She should've killed the punisher when she has the chance. Now, everything's starting to get riskier.

"But my lady, the punisher–"

"The punisher is right in front of you, Nyx. I am that girl in that prophecy, for it is I, who was destined to rule. The god of the prophecy is a stupid man. He was a fool for he doesn't know how to interpret his visions well. This is what happens to them when they lose their brain, they can never function on their own."

The goddess of the night bowed low. "You deserve to rule, my mistress," she said in a low but shaky voice.

The punisher smiled evilly and her golden eyes shifted back to white, then to blue.

"And you deserve a dear punishment, Nyx. So dear you won't ever forget it."

Nyx cowered in fear but running away is futile. It will only worsen her punishment.

Nyx raised her head and looked at the punisher's tattooed face while she glowers down at her with that menacing look of mirth and violence. She gulped and tried to smile.