Chapter 20 Summoned By His Own Sin
Chapter 20
Alpha Vexhood
I watched in disgust as lady Justina's head struck the floor with a dull thud, a sound that refuses to leave my ear.
It rolled slowly away from me like it had nowhere to stop.
Her lifeless eyes wide opened stared aimlessly at nothing. Her legs made that last rhythmic movement before it said goodbye to mother earth.
Silence after Chaos. Only the faint hum from the green energy of my totem persists in the room.
I drew a long breath and looked at the body again. Lady Justina, always questioning, always raising the dust that I was too proud, too power drunk. Too bold. Too harsh.
I roared, jamming the totem umpteenth time at the floor, “No one questions the moon goddess or else he or she should prepare to face her wrought.”
I could feel the weight of judgment still vibrating in my hand. The room was filled with unusual smoke and the green energy of my totem.
I could hear the distance fretting away from the elders. Their heavy feet scraped the floor with intensity enough to shatter it. Some of them toppled over one another in their haste to flee the room. That wasn't enough, I heard another big struggle at the entrance gate to be free from the gods.
Bloody Cowards!
I smiled inwardly and dangerously. This is the exact definition of what power and total control is.
Sometimes one needs to exact this type of power. Not every time one will sit with these carnal minds who couldn't see beyond their nose and be deliberating on pack politics.
Who dear challenged me in this pack or beyond why I had to strike her with the rods of the gods. Why she have to die a shameful death in the hands of my totem? sorry in the hands of the gods.
The gods made everything happen, and no one dared question them, no one crossed their path, no one, I mean no one.
The noise and the fracas had attracted some of my servants who had stepped into the hall and seen the damage. The remains of lady Justina.
Then the thick door creaked open, he stepped in cautiously, behind him a few servants peeked inside the room.
He lowered himself to the ground, as he saw the mess in front of him.
“My lord, what has happened? Have one of them made you angry again?”
I turned sharply. Still brewing with anger.
“Correct yourself!” I barked.
He flinched, his Adam’s apple bubbled.
“S…sorry … my lord,” he stammered. I meant to say, has any of them made the moon goddess angry again?”
“Good,”
“Clear this off,” I commanded , pointing to the lifeless body of lady Justina, “even her bloodline shouldn't come to claim her for burial.”
Her blood spilled beneath her lifeless body, running in a thin river across the floor.
I stepped over her corpse, the earth trembling beneath me…
I had hardly stepped outside when heavy thunder struck and there was a whirlwind so intense that it almost swept me off my feet.
I stood my ground, clutching the totem with one hand and using the wall for support against the other hand.
Everywhere was in disarray. Glass windows shattered, chairs toppled and displaced from their positions, glass vases unexpectedly smashed on the floor from where they were perfectly placed.
Then thunder struck far more intensely than the first.
“Vexhood!” The word echoed into me. I paused a bit. I knew the voice. A familiar one. No one in this pack or beyond ever call by name.
“You summoned the storm and cloaked it in my divinity!”
I narrowed my brow. Looking everywhere above me.
“You speak as though the gods bend to your will. You fool!”
I looked hectare-skelter into the sky again.
“You have defiled the sanctity of my justice. Now tremble, for the moon that watches shall cast you to eternal shadow.”
The warnings echoed into me.
Then thunder struck, removing the veil from the Temple of Asheteroth.
I opened my mouth wide, my totem fell from my hand.
Nooo!!”