Zahohr’s visit
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~Chapter 61~
Sephtis was left in the isolated darkness, the chains dissolving as the shadowy figures vanished. Sephtis, embarrassingly, collapsed on the hard ground. He weakly crawled to the spot where his lover had laid. The cold stone offering no comfort.
An overwhelming amount of grief and helplessness consumed him as Zahohr's sinister laughter echoed in his ears.
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Sephtis awoke in his bed, drenched in sweat, the nightmare in bedded into his memories. He deeply remembered how his mate's body went limp as she faded away.
He knew deep in his heart that she wasn't really dead. In fact, it was only just a dream.
Only just a dream.
It was not real so. Why did it feel so real that he had crumbled to ocean tears? No! It wasn't a dream, it was a Nightmare inflicted to him on purpose, by Zahohr.
He knew, after all, he was the god of Nightmare. He was his duty to give the evil sleepless night so they may not know rest. And can also translate the nightmare.
But this made Sephtis wonder, was he truly powerless, as he couldn't protect his mate? Was he, in all honest, weak?
Sephtis shook his head, getting rid of the thoughts. It would do him no good if he were to get sympathetic. But why would Zahohr do such a thing to him?
He never really had reason to be a friend to the God or on the flip coin make him an enemy, so what drove him to inflict such a terrible nightmare unto him like he was the bane of his problems and misery?
The joy and peace at the beginning of the dream of the nightmare was now a distant memory. It felt like the perfect definition of the calm before the storm.
His nose twitched as he smelt Zahohr scent. Of course, he was here. But his smell was so strong for Sephtis, as it was like he was actually inside the house.
This forced rage to grow inside Sephtis as he grabbed the bath towel, wiped his face and threw on a robe gown.
The ruler of the underworld was peeved, and everyone there felt it. Dyce felt the hair on his body stand as he immediately shot up from his seat, walking toward the hallway stairs leading to his master's bedroom.
The figure, he saw, immediately made his knee bend and his head bowed. The imposing aura that radiated from Sephtis as he came down the stairs slowly focused Dyce to change from his human form to his heinous demonic appearance.
His teeth grew sharp and long, Horns sprouted from his forehead, curling to the back of his head like those of ram but twisted and jagged in difference.
His hands transformed into a long, clawed, with razor-sharp talons. He squeezed on his fist as he tried his possible best to slow the transformation, because he turned into a beast for unnecessary reason.
This caused his previously paled color skin to have uneven patched of charcoal black tone with faint, glowing blue veins.
Zahohr furrowed his brows as he placed his goblet of wine on the table, along with the book he was reading at hand. He folded the edge of the page, so he wouldn't lose the page he had being reading.
Because in retrospect, Zahohr had found the book quite to his taste. "What are you doing?" He opened his mouth to ask. But before Dyce could explain and give the reason that his master, the lord of the underworld, was going through a rage tantrum.
Sephtis had broken the door. After all, his unfamiliar figure couldn't pass through the space provided by the door.
This destruction shocked Zahohr as he also stood from his where sat, after realizing how serious the entire situation was.
Dyce moved from a knee bow to a prostration. He bowed so low his horns touch the ground.
"My lord, I beg of you, quell your anger. For the destruction of Daemarral will be at large," Dyce pleaded once Sephtis foot had stepped on the floors of the great hall.
Zahohr's eyes widened in utter surprise, as Sephtis didn't look like Sephtis at all.
This different looking Sephtis had a deep obsidian black skin color, with patterns of crimson and dark blue veins that looked like molten lava.
His teeth, similar to Dyce, grew out. But rather than just two, it was all his sets of teeth. He had two large, curved horns protruding from his forehead.
Sephtis looked down at Dyce, who was still prostrating before him. Dyce didn't know what, or even who, would annoy his master to this extent that it cause him to change to his full demonic appearance.
Sephtis hadn't fully transformed as he had his long clawed talon fingers out and his long powerful tail that extends from the base of the spine.
Its black color glowed with the faint light of the blue segment into it. The tail was big, meaty, and heavy, but despite the massive weight and size, it still flung itself around as though it were light as a feather.
Zahohr could bet that it was his tail that broke the door. He wondered thick it would be if it would damage a granite door would no marks.
All that was left to complete his transformation were his wide and heavy, hawklike wings. "Where is he?"
Sephtis asked. His deep voice resonating and echo throughout the hall.
"I have no conception of what you are talking about, my lord," Dyce answered. Sephtis knew he wasn't lying, as he couldn't smell the scent of deceit from him. But that didn't mean he was satisfied with his response.
The sudden change of Sephtis mood, the guard dog, began barking and growling from the window. Making his presence knowing to his master.
"Cerberus in" Sephtis commanded and without the delay the large dog broke through the window, over Zahohr head and landed beside his master. Its ears, eyes, claws, and tail were lit with blue flames.
"Where is Zahohr?"
"What?"
"The god of Nightmare, has he left? I can still smell him, so it doesn't look like he had left for a long time. Where is he?" He demanded. Cerberus, beside him, growl deeply at him. Sending his own version of fear into Dyce.
Zahohr's brows folded. 'He was looking for me? But why?' He thought to himself, but didn't have to think for too long, as he immediately remembered what he had done to the god.
The sudden little shriek that Zahohr let out was enough to give his presence away.
"Ah, Sephtis. Did you enjoy my little gift?" He asked with his hands bent to the side with a sass. He had a very smug look play on his face as he stared at the raging lord.
Sephtis whipped his head in his direction and before Dyce and Zahohr could notice Sephtis movement, Zahohr was punched dangerously to the ground. His fist glowed with dark entropy.
The punch was enough to swipe the smug look from Zahohr's face. This impact immediately caused cracks to form on the floor, but it wasn't enough for it to completely shatter. After all, the Castle of daemarral was not so weak that it could be easily broken by anyone.
Sure, the doors and widows could, but so could the tables and chairs, but those were things Sephtis could easily replace with the snap of his hands.
Zahohr zeroed out for a moment before coming back to his sense. But it didn't take long before Sephtis pulled him by the leg and threw his entire body against the wall.
He, Zahohr, didn't plan that he would be severely beaten after the nightmare escapades. Genuinely thought that Sephtis would be riddled with fear and sadness that he wouldn't sit in his bed and rethink his entire decision to kill his mate.
But the thought that he was going to get angry rather than sad never fully occurred to him.
Sephtis didn't relent as he grabbed Zahohr by the collar and hurled him across the room. Yet again before Zahohr could regain his composure, Sephtis descended upon him again, sending him blow after blows.
Each punch he landed had the same amount of anger and anguish he felt from the nightmare that was purposefully inflicted on him.
"You dared to torment me with your twisted mind games?" Sephtis snarled, his icy blue eyes raging with anger.
Zahohr made an aim, in between punches, to stare into Sephtis eyes to use his powers, but it was no use. Sephtis was the embodiment of rage and hate.
With a quick move, Sephtis pulled away from him and with a swift and brutal kick, he sent Zahohr crashing towards a pillar. Which only cracked under his weight but didn't break.
Zahohr weakly staggered on his feet. He lifted his hands to stop Sephtis as the god had around summoned his sword,
Death Blade.
Lexicon
Blue Flames/ Blue Fire: For better understanding as to why the fire/Flames in Daemarral are not 'red/orange' but 'blue' is simply because the blue flame is the hottest type of flame there is.