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 'Powerful,' he observed, '-every time I return, their strengths increase ten-fold, how powerful can these ladies get. If we were to go all out, I'd lose, regardless of being me, holder of power symbols. I doubt my other personas make a difference. Is this what it's like to sit before all-powerful goddesses?' 

The Wielder of Death Magic

Urban · Frostysyrup

  "Yes," he smiled, "-the sadist leader of Dorchester, the cruel dictator. Such is my legacy left to the world, what about you, reincarnation of Staxius Haggard, doth thee not remember?"

The Wielder of Death Magic

Urban · Frostysyrup

  "Well, don't do anything for now."

The Wielder of Death Magic

Urban · Frostysyrup

 "Awe," he blushed, "-Raiden, I'm sorry you were born to my stupid daughter." Before long, the duo of grandson and grandfather left the castle hand in hand. Igna kept the drinks flowing, night grabbed the castle in a rough storm. Lounge lessened in activity, Midne, and Medusa were called to duty by respective ministries. 

The Wielder of Death Magic

Urban · Frostysyrup

 "Yes, you're king is a child slayer. Does that suffice?" the pace resumed, he coldly brushed her aside, "-don't ever," he mumbled. Undeterred, Alta rejoined said group at a slower and quieter pace. The exchange brought silence, none wanted to continue said conversation, and instead, chose to follow the king. 

The Wielder of Death Magic

Urban · Frostysyrup

 "Yes, you're king is a child slayer. Does that suffice?" the pace resumed, he coldly brushed her aside, "-don't ever," he mumbled. Undeterred, Alta rejoined said group at a slower and quieter pace. The exchange brought silence, none wanted to continue said conversation, and instead, chose to follow the king. 

The Wielder of Death Magic

Urban · Frostysyrup

He grabbed the back of her head and forced it onto the bloodied corpse, "-have a closer look," he pushed her head deeper into the gruesome mortal wound, "-your son," he pulled back her head, her visage stained in red, "-is dead, unable to experience life and the amazing world around," he reached and grabbed the resting saddened expression of Raiden, raising his head to match her eye level, "-take a good look, Queen Eia, tis what happens when thee go against the devil," he nonchalantly flung the body against the jagged rock, splitting the cranium on impact. He pulled her hair back further, "-how does it feel to know he died with the thought of his mother betraying him. He died knowing his mother's infidelity. He died knowing she was the reason for his death," *smack,* a back-handed slap had her fall into the boy's puddle. She reached forth, trying to get a hold of his body, "-worthless," Igna stomped, shattering her forearm, "-you failed him in life, the fuck will you accomplish in death?"

The Wielder of Death Magic

Urban · Frostysyrup

 "No, I'm not reading your mind," blinked Igna, "-speak already, we haven't all day."

The Wielder of Death Magic

Urban · Frostysyrup

After the passage signed by the bishop, fresh ink read the following, '-go fuck yourself,' signed, Igna Haggard. Olian dropped; "-the battle is over," he murmured, "-Kreston's won."

The Wielder of Death Magic

Urban · Frostysyrup