Chapter 57: Ch.57 The Wedding of Athlor's Daughter.
Two weeks later, all were prepared for the wedding of Athlor's daughter, their own God-king. Including the God-king himself, whose attire was now white and red, while he stood against a pillar, overlooking his own kingdom with his own red eyes, contemplating.
But what was he, the mighty God-king contemplating? His own lord's rejections of his to be son in law. For if Rathlore indeed became his son in law, he would have access to the throne of Athlador, the pillar of the east; The city and Capital of the gods!
Which indeed, he could not deny; but still, Rathlore did kill the man responsible for his family's own downfall. Truly, to himself, he dismissed the notion that Rathlore's name meant God of death as his own was a God of light, which of course could mean something, but he ignored it as he believed himself to be greater than this man. But even so, he sent three of his special forces to watch Rathlore, for it was better to be cautious than to hasty.
Meanwhile, Rathlore layed in his own bed, asleep; or at least one of Athlor's three men was seeing. For three long hours, the man stood watching for any moment of this man the lords considered dangerous. Unknowingly, his eyes began to close, welcoming the long awaited sleep that felt so good to him as he then fell to the floor.
Sounds scarcely could be heard from the queen's own bedchambers, and if anyone could indeed hear it, they would blush and leave; For although Athlor was inside his own palace, he was far away from his own queen. Indeed, she was being pounded happily by Rathlore, who stood behind her as his own rod was deep inside her own ass, his fingers deep inside her other hole, prying it open as she drooled, her body trembling with delight from her many orgasms that left herself breathless.
To find herself in this despicable mess, she found herself after that horrible scene of Rathlore burying himself in her own breasts in front of her own family actually loathing for more! His pleasant smell, his beauty that she recognized was greater than her own husband, defeated her own feelings that dissapeared into thin air. Which after a week, she even dreamed of Rathlore taking her, for when she awoke, found herself wet.
Closing her eyes, she turned around as she then kissed a man's lips, as she smiled, thrusting her own tongue inside his mouth. Opening her eyes, to her delight it was not her husband, but the man that she had longingly lusted for, and began to rip his clothes off wildly. For her own husband had not satisfied her in a while, and thus she reasoned this man was to be her own son in law and man-toy as well, satisfying her desires.
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One day after taking Athlor's wife, Rathlore entered his room to find two men along with a third on his own bed. Along with a woman, who was Lilith; Smiling, she kissed him as she hugged his own waist, ignoring the stares of the three men who trembled in terror, terrified as what was to happen next!
Breaking the kiss, Rathlore's blue eyes laid upon the three men and merely smiled, sending chills through all three of them. "You are merely ants before me; Yet to my soon to be father in law you are his special taskforce, more powerful than his own lords." He said, his blue eyes glowing as he then looked upon the middle one, tied up with soul chains. Shivering from that horrifying aura that surrounded them, they collapsed; For it was far greater than their own God-king that stood above all!
How could this exsistance go unnoticed, even by their own king? He had greater power, and now he could end their own lives, if he felt like it. But he now smiled as he stood before them, his own aura suddenly spiking, releasing a greater aura then before, one that they all knew was of a demon!
To this sight they paled, as they were as good as dead; For demons had all been slaughtered by their own God-king, Athlor, never appearing before any of earth's gods. Thus, they closed their own eyes, fearing the worst!
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One month later, the city sparkled with delight for the eldest daughter of Athlador's own king was to be married! Important gods and goddesses floated or walked gracefully for their royal eyes to see of this glorious wedding day. All brought presents for the new couple, receiving another in turn.
As Rathlore smiled standing before these gods and goddesses, his blue eyes captivated the women who all wondered of it. For all of them had green or gray eyes. For the others, they ignored the man whose name they had only heard of. Then heavenly music began to play as Athlor's own daughter walked to the podium where her own husband stood, while Athlor and his own wife sat in the back row.
As the Pope began to speak, Athlor smiled and put his own hand upon his own wife's belly, suddenly frowning. For a small aura came from it, one that was very different from his own; His eyes then turned to his own wife's face as she looked happily at her own daughter. "Whose child is this?" He whispered, angrily as anger built up inside him.
"You will know later." She whispered back, as she then looked down towards her unborn child, and smiled as she then looked back towards her own daughter.
No, not his daughter, Athlor realized as he trembled, but the man that was to become his own son in law! Furiously, he stood up with a murderous aura surrounding him, and appearing before Rathlore, he then snarled.
"You dare play with mine own wife, after I, the greatest exsistance gift my own daughter?" He roared before the whole crowd. Hatred filled him as he then unleashed an even greater cultivation before the crowd, as blood red horns grew out of his own head, sending waves of demonic aura that crashed upon his own guests that he had invited.
All the guests gasped, not for the great announcement that the king had made, but of his own appearance! With a a black sword appearing in his own hands, he swung to take off Rathlore's own head! But an centimeter away it stopped, halting, as Rathlore touched it with his own pinky, sending a force of wind that beheaded all the male gods!
Confusion written on his own face, Athlor ignored all what had just happened for he was filled with a great hatred for this man that stood before him. "Who are you? He screamed, unable to recognize who this... horrible creature was!
His blue eyes sparkling with enjoyment, He smiled as he then with a mere wave of his own hand, created a barrier that separated all who had seen what had happened and those who did not. "Who am I?" He calmly said as if nothing had happened.
"I was once known as James Arcoin; your own enemy, whom you utterly hated! Rathore, the black god of death as your own name means, purely, god of life! Yet, you create an image of yourself as a hero, ending my own life; But you really, really should know your own exsistance compared to mine." Rathlore said as he smiled at the awestruck King.
"You dare say that cursed name! And what about mine own story? Merely, your own life was taken before I could take it! For I am demonic nobility, more than you!" He hissed, as he then unleashed spells upon his own enemy, now before him!
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