The High King's Bride

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asually down the cracked, pitted cobblestone path, occasionally glancing a glare at the wolf who coughed blood. This was the last of the supernatural adversaries conscious in the small city, hindering his attempt at searching for the key to his mother and father's prison realms.

save the pitiful world around them. They had defeated or tricked the others, but none could best him. None could stop him from his rampage. He was merely doing what his beloved imprisoned parents had

his thoughts rolling around in his head. He wondered what to call Xaxas. Surely, not his name. That would be suicide. He held no right to

olf, the man was his King... they had been defeated, and he was pro

the ground. They skittered frantically snatching panicked mortals, dragging them body, soul, and all to Tartaron, the Kingdom of Hell. All the while, the sky rai

orn with all the abilities of the Princes of Destruction... the Old Ones.... as well as conjure magic beyond any other caster's abilities decided t

the behalf of my fallen comrades." It was true they all laid throughout the city, that was in ruin, but they were not dead. They were force

t. "What would I receive in return? There is nothing you can give me. There is nothing I want. All I wish is for you and your pathetic band to die." He said flatly. He had heard eno

m his failing body. It was a word the god had never heard in that language, b

s feet calmed. He was cruel, but reasonable. If it were something worth it, th

oncubine... a mate is given to us who shift under the Pale Lady's light that we may have them to forever complete us. They ar

mplete him as the small wolf spoke of... He felt as if the gods mocked him, for he was birthed in flesh that he could not be part of the pantheon.... Punishment for his mother... She'd loved the Ho

rom the rain. Temporary. None could live as he could, except the small wolf struggling to survive under his power. They revived themselves as the gods' champions, but none he possessed would last l

the High King turned his gaze to the other presence he sensed. It was a minitour, one he'd partly disemboweled earlier that day, using a large branch as a cane. With his free hand, he held in his own

sparing. It was merely full of arrogant weaklings. Some were created by the Lord of Light, which was honestly a death sentence... Fo

brother, were defeated. He was a king

im with black eyes. His pupils were flaming crimson, creating their own light on the defeated champion. The wind ble

at another time when we are more presentable to your liking." Said the minitour, bowing as low as he could. Xaxas was now in front of the bull, who shifted into a man's shape to speak in common tongue. The High

ure, if she is not what was promised, even

tion to the murderous, but dissipati

to my mother and father the female you pick is worth my waiting for. I am a patient god... but I w

nd the crunch of healing bones

idn't feel it was right to let them rot on the battlefield after they willingly came, knowing they had no champion's blessing. It was painful to sling the broken bodies over