Slave to the Tyrant Alpha

Chapter Four - The road to divinity

The air quivered from around me with heavy vibrations pulsating throughout my body, my silver hair floated carelessly with the ends stretching out towards the endless void. Enchanting trees made from gold inlaid bark encompassed me with translucent leaves brushing against the fine silken strands, the world was peaceful with a definitive silence. My feet landed gracefully on the lush grass with my toes entangling around the fresh-smelling vegetation, the coolness of the earth sent a pleasant shiver down my spine as I effortlessly roamed the path set out before me.

I have been here before, I thought as I reached up and held a silver blossom.

The foliage wove hypnotically above me as motionless air stirred the translucent leaves; twin moons haunted the night sky and encompassed the dreamlike world that surrounded me. The members of my ancestors appeared, they formed a dull mass as they stared before the vast expanse and stepped before me in a haze. The bark of the ancient trees peered through their bodies effortlessly as my people wandered past me with their emotionless crystalline blue eyes seeking the light of the afterlife. Death clung to their bodies as their gruesome wounds steadily healed, they vanished within moments as the afterlife consumed their essence.

They're all dead, I thought wearily as I held out an outstretched hand and watched as my fingers passed through their bodies.

I turned to face them as their essence gradually floated to the sky. I closed my eyes and allowed the light from the twin moons to flood through me and used my body as a bridge for my people to pass on safely. I sighed with my breath merging with the world from around me, my chest ached as sorrow for the lost souls tore into me, they could not see, nor feel as the goddess Amara reclaimed their borrowed time and returned her children to the endless cosmos.

Why must I suffer for those who hurt me? I thought pitifully as tears streaked my porcelain cheeks.

“You should never have been born,” an ominous voice stated as it broke through the air.

I turned to face the approaching souls and stood before the man who was the source of my endless torment. Titus stood before me with his frame sheer and murky, unlike the others that surrounded him and passed on, he was sturdy and alert as he stared down at me. His gem-like eyes were sharp and filled with hatred as he reached out and captured my floating locks in his grip and pulled on my hair until I was forced to bow to him with my knees succumbing to the ground.

“I should have killed you like I did your sisters and mother,” he snapped as he c****d my neck back and stared down at me.

“You’re just a miserable old man,” I spat.

“If I kill you here then maybe I can replace you as the Deity of Amara,” Titus said with an ominous smirk.

“Why don’t you try it,” I sputtered as he shoved his knee into my gut.

I bowed forward him and spat up blood as bruises formed on my organs, I was vulnerable here just as I was in the physical world and yet dying on the road to the afterlife never occurred to me. I glared at Titus as I whipped away the blood from my lips and bit my lip heatedly, the illusion of my father snickered at me as he threw me to the side and whipped his hands on his flowing white robe as if the thought of touching me sickened him.

My lungs ached as I struggled to catch my breath and recover from the blow to my core. Titus was unlike those he ruled over, he was the original Asli ancestor, a man who outlived all those who called him master. His age was endless and yet not eternal as the man was still susceptible to mortal wounds and could die from blood loss just like any other man. I whipped at the remaining blood on my mouth and stood unsteadily to my feet as I faced the monster who gifted me life. A cerulean core burned at the centre of his chest, the source of his essence, a gift bestowed to him by the goddess Amara at the beginning of time. I smirked to myself as I met his gaze and effortlessly reached into his chest and pulled the burning flame from his torse and held it within my palm.

Titus stared at me dumbfounded as I held his heart in my hands, his crystalline eyes shattered the moment it separated from his form with the flame crushed within my grasp as I closed my fist from around the heated core. The age in his eyes grew darker as his once brilliant silver hair faded to a muddied black with the blue in his irises tainting to their original brown. The mighty man before me was now stripped of the divine essence that he cherished and used to rule over his bloodline, he cowered from my sight as he remained powerless, a dying regular wolf who no longer belonged by Amara’s side.

“You’re forever tainted, father,” I murmured as I swallowed the cerulean dust that remained from his crushed core.

My insides burned the moment the shimmering dust coated my tongue and trailed down my throat, it was the ultimate revenge to destroy the very thing that Titus cherished and consume the power that he held over others. The ground shook the moment Titus defiled soul was recognized, vines made from merk and death arose from the lush landscape and entwined around his legs, wrapping around his limbs and bound him. Screams of terror arose from his lips as he stared shocked as the vines as the underworld dragged him into the ground. his struggles were fruitless as his once vibrant transparent soul grew bleak and ominous as the ground swallowed him whole and returned him to the soil.

May Amara save you, I mocked.