The King's Gamma (#Wattys2024)

Fifty

My god, fifty chapters. I'm impressed with myself.

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My body moved before I could stop myself. I couldn't watch him leave. My mind, body and soul would not allow it.

Grabbing onto the strands of his soul proved difficult. He slipped through my fingers like butter. I swiped one hand through him, then the other, when I grunted in irritation. My resolve strengthened. I could feel my body changing, a coating of raw aura seeping out.

It was swirls of colors, much like an arora, glistening over my skin as though I was some kind of ethereal being. I tried again to grab him, and I could feel him this time, feel the warmth of his soul as my hand passed through him this time. Shouts of surprise could be heard, my other hand latched on for a mere moment, before it, too, went through.

I growled out, an instinctive wolfish trait, and grabbed onto him with both hands. I could feel n force pulling on him from the other side. Gods, I could see it too. The tendrils were so black that it was like staring into a neverending abyss.

"You're not taking him!" I growled out. I couldn't hear the shouts for me to stop. I couldn't feel the hands pulling on me to let go. I couldn't understand the feeling I had either. It was foreign to me.

I became desperate, my own soul reaching out to latch on. Only... The black tendrils that had seemed to not be connected to anything... Grew.

And finally, it appeared.

A figure so dark it sucked the light around it away stood there, staring down at me whilst I clutched onto Dusk's soul.

"You're not taking him!" I growled at the figure again.

The giant dog-like head tilted down to glare at me.

Is that an anubis? My mind registered for a moment.

It spoke with a deep baritone voice. Its eyes opening to glare at me like white shining stars. The language was complex, something I've never heard before and could not comprehend as I normally did.

"Give him the soul, Marcenia!" I heard Gaelik. "If you don't, the consequences will be dire!"

"I don't care. You killed him! Don't dare think I would not kill you!"

"You will kill us all!"

I held onto Dusk's soul. "I don't understand you." I told the dark creature. "But you can have my soul instead. Please allow him to live on!"

"Marcenia! You can not make a deal with an anubis!"

"Do you hear me you bastard?! Take my soul instead!"

The moment the words were spoken, my world became dark, cold, and neverending.

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Third party p.o.v.

They watched as the beast barely moved, and Marcenia's body dropped, cold. Dead.

In the beast's arms an orb that bled power could be seen. Her scent could be smelled from it. A secondary, much smaller orb, could be seen in its one hand. It turned toward Deimios, and a moment later the secondary orb could be seen entering Deimios. The young dragon fell over, unconscious. And the Anubis had disappeared.

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Present times

"I thought you said that all of these murals are of Marcenia? That she became some kind of demon lord?" One of the beasts asked as he sat in the audience, huffing at the pompous fox in the middle of the room.

"Yes, where's the demons? What did the Anubis do with her?"

"Do you honestly think that the story ends here? It's only just beginning, you simpeton."

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I regrettably have to cut it short here in order to start the next part.

Ready to continue the journey with Marcenia?

(Don't worry too much about characters that are merely mentioned for brief moments. They will come into play at a later time again and you'll learn more on them.)