65. Hadeon

Why couldn't they see it? Pallas was mine. This whole world was mine. I'd saved it. I'd stopped the WorldBreaker. My reward had been the return of magic to be mine and mine alone.

Iwas more god now than those dragons had ever been. They had shared their power with the world. Fools. Look what it brought them, nothing but destruction. I had been weak once but I had killed that pathetic creature long ago. I had molded myself into power, raw and undiluted. I only ever saw shadows of my former self in her eyes.

Ihad let that shadow linger there too long. I let her linger. I traced my hand over the scab that still refused to heal on my face. I had been lenient with both Pallas and Abraxas. That had been my only flaw. A god did not hold such worldly attachments. It was time to correct this long overdue error.

Pallaswas nothing; she could wait, but Abraxas' time had come. I looked out over the golden fields before me, filled with nothing but the bodies soon to be flayed apart on my power.

Thecity below me was locked tight, every window and shutter closed. I cared not. Every single one of them was in my way.

Itwas time to remind them of all the power their DivineEmperor wielded.