feet touch the ground. Blinking my eyes to clear them, I shut my mouth and look around at what I’ve done.
They are dead, all of them. I wiped out a species with one move. I should be sad, disgusted, and scared, but I’m not. Especially when every eye turns to me in reverence and gratefulness.
I step over fallen bodies as a laugh reaches me, then Lucy pops up in front of me. “What are you, little walker?” he murmurs, watching me as he runs a finger across my blood-covered cheek. He pulls it back and sucks it into his mouth, his red eyes focused on me. “I will find out, until then, it’s my turn to play.” He offers me his arm and I accept it, pressing my hand to the crook of his elbow as he returns my surprise to me. “Shall we?”
“Let’s not keep them waiting anymore.” I grin.
My monsters open the doors for me, and they bang against the wall from the force, causing every eye within the chamber to turn to me. Those in the seats scream and gasp, while some get up to escape. I feel my men behind me, their minds touching mine, and it strengthens me to do what comes next.
I’m no one, just an abomination. Yet today they will see what that no one is capable of.
“Enough, sit down!” Amos thunders, and his people do as they are told. He’s standing at the front before his throne. The other council members are there also, all apart from Derrin. They watch us with disgust like we are something to squish, to be disposed of. How wrong they are.
Gripping Lucy tighter, I stroll down the aisle with him, straight towards the council.
Every eye follows me as I saunter into their masses with Derrin’s bleeding head clutched in my hand, my surprise for them. “What is the meaning of this?” Amos shrieks, but I see the worry in his eyes. I’m supposed to be dead, how did I get free? Where are his guards? His questions almost reach me telepathically, his mind whirling faster and faster.
I don’t want to play games, I just want them dead. I refuse to offer pretty words or appeal to the people here. I don’t want their support or even their respect. I just want these bastards scared...and then dead. Throwing the head, I laugh when it splatters on the desk before their thrones. “This is what happens to those who hurt people who are mine, and you, Assmos, and your lackeys, they hurt mine.”
“We did—”
“You hurt women! And children! And humans! You stole our people!” I scream, and then settle down, sauntering closer. “Today is your reaping, Assmos, any last words?”
“You are crazy!”
“That I am, I put the bat in batshit insane.” I giggle and turn to see the gathered creatures—only the richest and strongest are within the council chambers, the others are outside, ready. “But everyone else agrees. I don’t mean the rich pricks you select, but your actual people. The ones you stole and betrayed. They are angry, they see you for who you really are. You have been judged, sentenced, and now I will execute you,” I inform him.
“You and your band of...of—” He snarls, and I interrupt.
“Monsters.” I grin.
“Monsters! You are nothing! They are nothing! Just mistakes!” he shrieks, and I hear Nos mentally reach to the people outside, letting them see and hear everything as they head indoors. “So what? We took some women, there are plenty. We are trying to stop the death of our races, to make ourselves stronger to stop those sheep from taking over this world. It is ours! We deserve it, natural selection.”
“But what you are doing isn’t natural, Assmos,” I taunt. “You raped women and men, you made them have your super soldier babies, and you changed those babies. You experimented on your own people. You broke so many laws to what...get more power? Get off your fucking high horse, you are nothing more than what you hate most—a monster.” I laugh. I’m surprised he hasn’t said anything about Lucy yet, but maybe he’s too distracted.
He can’t see me, not yet, I am waiting. I needed proof before I kill him. The rules of my tiresome job. I just want to see him dig himself deeper into that grave.
Ah, makes sense. Just then I feel the others surge from outside, all the different races, every single one they stole from. They heard everything. Their voices rise in a