Sephtis Nightmare
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~Chapter 62~
Death Blade
It was a type of blade that once stabbed on the heart with it, the person's soul would be taken away from its body and tortured. Sometimes, if Sephtis deemed it, their soul would be trapped inside the sword for eternity.
With the long sword dragging on the floor, he took his time, gracefully walking towards him. Dyce eyes widened when he saw the sword that his master held.
"My lord, please wait," He called out, stumbling to his feet. "My Lord!!" he tried again, but like the first time, it simply fell to deaf ears.
Seeing as he was ignored, Dyce looked around the room, hoping to find something to stop his Master with.
But all he found were the book Zahohr was previously reading and the stones from the wall that had crumbled. But that was enough for him. Dyce ran, picked what he needed. He pulled his robe off and wrapped it around the book and stones to create a hard, protective surface.
Strutting towards them, he hastened his legs to protect Zahohr from Sephtis. But the Cerberus moved to block his way.
The three head dog growled at him, standing directly in front of him, not giving him any chance to move.
"Cerberus, move!! It is an emergency." Dyce impatiently complained, clenching his fingers around what he created. "The god of Nightmare will suffer a great deal of torture and torment if the lord stabs him with the sword," He said, trying to reason with the beast, but it fell on deaf ears as the three-headed beast just growled his response. Dyce groaned as he began thinking of his next course of action to take, as the beast didn't plan on heeding to his pleas.
Zahohr let a painful groan as Sephtis had his hair in his hands with a firm grip. Zahohr looked up at the ruler of the underworld, wondering what he was going to do to him next. He didn't wait long to get his answer, as Sephtis immediately slammed his head into the ground.
More blood trailed from his head. It would heal by itself, but with Sephtis continuous beating, Zahohr knew it would take a while before the healing process could actually work.
"Stop." Zahohr uttered with a very weak voice. He didn't have strength to put up with this anymore.
He couldn't die, but he could feel an immense amount of pain. But he didn't know how long he could bear this anymore. It was a wrong idea to come look for Sephtis trouble. He knew that now and was sure to never do it again.
Yes. Zahohr had planned to do this again about two or three more times to get his point across, but now he was beaten to a pulp. The sheer amount of strength difference between the two gods was massive that Zahohr couldn't even begin comparing it.
They both had two utterly different aspects of power and magic. One was brute strength, dark entropy, and the other was mental entropy. It was clear who would win from a physical battle.
With his body laying on the ground, Sephtis lifted his sword, ready to stab him and continue his torture. He wasn't planning to stop until he was tired and was sure he got his point across.
Dyce eyes widened at the raised sword. Without further delay, he ignored the Cerberus and leaped towards Sephtis. This caused the beast to jump after him.
Once Sephtis had brought down his sword, he hit the protective makeshift surface. With the full strength and anger Sephtis had in him, The stab was so deep it pierced through Dyce palm that was underneath it.
Dyce grunted in pain at the hurt he was getting from his palm being stabbed. He bit his lips as he used his strength to try lifting the sword that was still pressing down. Zahohr weakly opened his eyes after he didn't feel the sword stabbed on him.
"My lord, please, quell your anger" Dyce pleaded as he watched drips of his blood land on Zahohr body. The rage that clouded Sephtis eyes seemed to dissolve slowly as he noticed he had stabbed the wrong person.
His anger dissolved slowly but not completely as he turned his head to glare at his right-hand man. "How dare you interfere with a duel between the gods? Who do you think you ard"
Dyce shoulders shuddered at the sound of his voice. "Speak or lose a head," Sephtis threatened as he placed the sword on Dyce neck.
Dyce dared not divert his gaze from his ruler's eyes to the blade on his neck. He stared at his Master in the eyes, not out of rudeness, but to show his complete sincerity in his eyes.
"I did it because there was need to, my lord"
"Need to?" Turning his head, his blue eyes brimmed with questioning gaze. "By whom? Who asked for it?"
"Sire, I couldn't let your rage rise the more. And you suddenly attacked an innocent god," He answered.
"Hmm? Innocent, you don't have any idea what he did, do you?!?!" He bellowed harshly at his servant. Dyce head immediately fell forwarded as the turmoil from his voice alone was enough to make him shiver.
"I don't know, my lord."
"So what suddenly gave you the right to deem his innocence? Hmm?" Sephtis asked as he leaned closer to him. This cause the blade to press closer to his neck, breaking his skin.
"I don't know, my lord"
Sephtis sighed as he stood from his feet. He noticed the pool of blood that had slowly begun forming around him.
It was already healing, and the blood will soak into the earth as food for it.
Before Sephtis left, he sent a glare to Zahohr, who seemed like his wounds were already starting to heal.
"Cerberus begone," He commanded the beast who was previously biting down on Dyce knee after he had crossed over to save the beaten god.
It barked before it soon disappeared. "Dyce, take Zahohr to an empty room, tell the serfs to prepare a bath and new clothing for him. Likewise, for me," He ordered. Dyce was immediately on his feet as the order was being giving.
He nodded and moved to lift the god that was still laying on the ground. Leaving the room, his tail, yet again, broke the door on his way out as the space was small for it to pass.
Zahohr watched as his retreating figure left his sight. He watched as Sephtis began shading off his appearance to a more familiar one. "This shall be the last time I would ever anger him"
"Please, let it be so," Zahohr answered.
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A knock came in from the room Zahohr was given. He had taken the time to look around it while the servants undress him to a bathrobe.
"Come in," he answered.
Another female serf came in with all the things that would be needed for his bath. "My lord, your bath is ready." The serf informed. He nodded as he followed her.
They helped him slip off his robe as he entered the tub filled with water. The sweet scent engulfed his sense as he relaxed and let them work on him.
He wasn't sure if it was the herbal scent that warmed him or something else, but god's body felt lighter at each scrub. The water was changed to rinse his body and once the stubs had being rinsed out from his body; he stood from the tub and was immediately clan with a bathrobe.
Back in the room, he saw different clothes laid out to his choosing, and they were all rich in quality and also extravagant. Zahohr didn't understand why Sephtis doesn't flaunt his wealth? The other gods and goddesses were rich, glamorous, and wealthy, but the type of wealth Sephtis had been one of both glamour and also physical.
He just didn't know how to place his fingers on it.
Trailing his fingers over the garment on the bed, he knew this type of Satin-silk material would be what Sylara the goddess of beauty and love would want to have in abundance.
Zahohr sincerely wondered why he didn't show all this off. Then the sound of crows hit his ears. He looked outside the windows. And the barren land of daemarral spread as far as his sights could reach.
The land was fruitless and dead.
That was why no other gods would want to step in here. Because there can not be beauty found in a wasteland.
"Are the garments not to your liking, my lord?" The voice of a serf brought his thought back to him.
"It is." He answered, gripping one of them in his hands. She nodded with a smile.
"Please pick one that fits your liken." She offered.
Pick one? How was he just supposed to pick one? They were all beautiful and pleasing, that it was hard to choose from. But alas, he had to pick one.
He touched a long chemise with a fitting hose pants, adding a kirtle and a girdle to the mix. Very simple, but looked luxurious. Noting his choice, they nodded and got to dressing him.
There was another thing Zahohr noticed, and it was all the serf plus Dyce looked at him in the eye.
Lexicon
The other six gods are: Maelok (God of war), Aldall (God of Seasons), Qhuemis (God of music, wine, pleasure, and festivity), Kenlir (God of love and Luck), Sylara (Goddess of Love and beauty), and Enlo (Messenger of the god, boundaries, and thieves)