Ascendants of Ancients Sovereign - By Phillip Jones Page 0,148

you’re playing a game with me. If everything was destroyed ... including Earth, and nothing remains ... and the only worlds in existence are the ones the statue spoke about, then that means—”

Sam’s heart sunk as he saw the light turn on behind George’s eyes.

Shalee stood from the bed. She kept her eyes focused on George as she walked across the room, stopped next to Sam and then grabbed Sam’s arm and held it tight. She remembered how she felt when she learned her world had been annihilated and that her family and Chanice were no longer living.

George reached for his wallet and started to open it, but he remembered the picture of his daughter was missing. He crumbled to the floor. Under normal circumstances he would never have shown weakness, but the loss of his daughter was not a normal circumstance. He started to cry as the realization of what the destruction of Earth meant. It was more than he could bear. Sam’s revelation was too overpowering.

Shalee tried to rush to his side, but George held up his hands and screamed for her to stay back. “Don’t come near me! I’m dangerous!” He pushed himself up against the wall and balled up below the window.

George’s grief was hellish as the memories of his daughter flooded his mind. The pain of knowing he would never see her again was tormenting. “She was so young,” he sobbed. “I loved my Abbie more than anything. She was perfection, and she loved me, too ... no matter what. She didn’t judge me. She loved me because I was her dad. Oh, God...”

George wailed as he remembered that there was no Heaven. “How can Abbie’s soul find a safe place to rest if there’s no place but a book for her to go to?” He rose to his knees and peeked out the window. “My baby won’t know Athena.” The dreams of his little girl going to the park with Athena would never come true. This thought amplified his pain. “My heart hurts!”

George stood and made his way to the door. “I need to go. I need to go now.” Before he opened the door, he turned to face Sam and Shalee. “This is where we part. I need to find a place for me now. Don’t follow me.” He slammed the door behind him.

Lasidious stood from his chair. He maintained his invisible cover and walked across the room. The god passed through the wood of the door to see where George was going. The Mischievous One did not want to lose sight of his work-in-progress.

Shalee tried to follow, but Sam grabbed her arm. “Don’t! He needs to figure this one out on his own.”

“What if he kills himself?” Shalee rebutted. “I can’t imagine a child of mine dying.” Shalee fell onto the bed. Her sympathy for George’s pain was pulling at the core of her heart. “If he kills himself, I couldn’t deal with that kind of guilt.”

“Would you stop?” Sam chastised. “Pull yourself together. He isn’t going to kill himself. He’s a better man than that. Something tells me that he’ll fight back and land on his feet. He mentioned a woman. Perhaps he has a shoulder to cry on.”

George was devastated as he walked down the hallway with the invisible god following close. The manipulator became more enraged with every step. His hate was enough to fuel the whole of Grayham twice over.

His mind questioned. How could the one thing good in my life be taken from me? How could these “so-called” gods destroy everything I consider precious and dear? Why did my baby have to die?

His mind screamed this agonizing cry again and again until he was lost in tormenting sorrow. Why did my Abbie have to die? Why did my Abbie have to die? Why did my Abbie have to die?

He stopped at the top of the stairs and looked out across the dining area of the inn. People were sitting and drinking, unaware of the danger lingering at the top of the stairs.

George removed his gloves. “The gods have taken my baby girl, now it’s my turn. I’ll kill your followers. I’ll have my vengeance. I’ll kill ’em all,” he hissed under his breath with a reinforced evil. “An eye for an eye … just like the Good Book said.”

His eyes grew dark with hate. The baby-blue of his irises faded and was lost to his resentment as he scanned the room. His eyes were now black like