Page 186 of Gift from the Source
“A Source,” I mumble before clearing my throat. “I am the Source of Elementra.”
I don’t have time to gasp or blink.
Darkness takes over my mind.
“You all have failed me for the last time.”
My bellow shakes the walls harder than the floor trembles from the ten useless bodies that hit it. They don’t matter. Worthless fools.
Ten peasants step up and pull the lifeless corpses away. None have the privilege of seeing my face, but a whip of my head toward them is command enough. They know better than to utter a word or they will join them.
With my power, I can kill them all where they stand.
My power…
“My power,” I bellow.
Another waste of space hits the ground.
“My throne.”
Another one.
“Millenia in the making.”
A useless mutt howls in pain.
“All ruined because of my flesh and blood.”
The five who made a sound die immediately.
Unworthy.
My chest heaves and a cloud of darkness cloaks my body. Nifty gift from that low-level Shadow Walker. It isn’t enough, though. I deserve more. I will have more. It has always been mine for the taking.
I want what was stolen from me returned.
My throne. My gifts. My elements. My relics. My son. My useless, stupid granddaughter.
The Vito line have always stolen what they want. The Elementrian line has always been blessed more than others.
Not this time.
I will have what is rightfully mine.
Then the creator shall see how well she fairs.
No one in the room moves, waiting for the next death or decree.
“The royal line will weep where they lie today. My granddaughter will stare at the heads of the ones she so desperately loves until their skin rots from their skulls. Prepare the society and the creatures. We leave at dawn.”
With a flick of my cape, I vanish into darkness before the trembling useless fools. I will rid myself of all of them once I have what is mine.
I’m shoved out of the mind of a madman, but not of my own. Darkness still reigns as I internally beg for light.
“It is time, Ultima unum.”
My consciousness slams into me while my control over my body lags. The fleeting heartbeats give me enough time to weigh the future in front of us. The moments that are closing in.
