THE DEAD QUEEN
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David Tyrel Little
Chapter 5: The Dark Awakening
The king rose from his throne, his movements deliberate and powerful. He scanned the gathered crowd, his voice booming as he addressed them. "This Dema scum dares to enter our home, threaten our lives, steal our people, and destroy our way of life."
Enixia's eyes widened in shock. "I'm not a Dema!" she tried to say, her voice trembling with desperation. But the king cut her off with a single, thunderous word.
"Silence!"
The force of his command left her shaking, her words dying in her throat. She felt utterly powerless under his gaze, his anger washing over her like a tidal wave. He turned back to his people, continuing his speech with fiery determination.
"For too long, the Dema have plagued our lands to the east, sowing chaos and terror. No more! We will send them a message they cannot ignore." He looked back at Enixia, his expression cold and merciless. "We will send them your head."
A murmur of approval rippled through the crowd. The guards flanking the black carpet stepped forward, their spears in hand. Enixia's heart raced, her mind screaming for a way out. She tried again to call upon her powers, but the magic circles held firm. She was trapped.
The guards didn't hesitate. In unison, they lunged forward, driving their spears into her body. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything she had ever experienced. The spears pierced her torso and limbs, their cold metal tearing through flesh and bone. Black blood pooled beneath her as the guards stepped back, their weapons still embedded in her body.
Enixia's vision blurred, her head spinning from the overwhelming pain. She barely registered the sound of footsteps descending the steps. The king was approaching, a servant at his side handing him a gleaming sword.
He stopped before her, looking down with contempt. "Death to all Dema," he declared, his voice ringing with finality.
"Please," Enixia whispered, her voice weak and broken. "Please have mercy."
But the king's expression didn't waver. He raised the sword high, the blade catching the light as gasps echoed through the room. With a swift, brutal motion, he brought it down.
Enixia's head was severed cleanly from her body, the force sending it tumbling across the floor. Her lifeless body slumped forward, the spears still protruding from her motionless form.
The king held the sword aloft, his voice thundering through the hall. "Let that be a lesson to your brutal kind!"
The room erupted in cheers and cries of approval, but Enixia's world had already gone dark.
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Enixia's severed head lay on the cold stone floor, her sight obscured by her own blood pooling around her. For a moment, everything was still, save for the distant murmurs of the horrified onlookers. Within her mind, she floated in a void, her consciousness lingering in the depths of despair.
This is getting old, she thought, her tone laced with a bitter humor.
Suddenly, a swirl of darkness surrounded her, a dense, suffocating void. The weight of her rage and humiliation pressed against her, threatening to consume her completely. Images of her defeat, the king's scornful words, and the faces of those who looked down on her flashed in rapid succession. Her heart began to burn with hate—a deep, unrelenting hunger for vengeance against this wild, merciless, savage land.
They harmed me. They humiliated me. They made me feel powerless, she thought, her resolve hardening.
Her mind twisted with dark desires as she let go of the fragile restraints on her emotions. I'll kill them all, she thought. Her eyes snapped open, glowing faintly with an unnatural light.
Not this again, she thought dryly as she felt the surge of power rushing through her.
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White mass and blackened veins began to grow outward from her head, twisting and expanding as her body reconstructed itself. Limbs formed, muscle and sinew knitting together in grotesque harmony. Her bones cracked and reassembled, and her flesh stretched taut over her emerging form. Within moments, her body was fully restored.
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The king turned, his face pale with horror, as the people in the room erupted into screams. One voice cried out, "This is no Dema! What is that thing?"
Enixia stood in the center of the black carpet, her head bowed as she stared at her new legs and feet. Naked and bathed in the glow of torches, she took a deep breath before unleashing a scream of rage that shook the very walls of the throne room. The sound was deafening, vibrating the air and sending many in the room to their knees in terror.
Without hesitation, she unleashed her energy whips, the glowing silver tendrils snapping to life from her back. They lashed out, wrapping around the two red-cloaked mages who had bound her before. With a flick of her whips, she dragged them to her hands, catching them each by the throat. Their terrified eyes met hers as her power surged into them.
Their memories flooded into her—images of how they learned their magic, the intricate runes of the sealing spell, and the process to undo it. Enixia's lips curled into a dark smile. Useful, she thought. She released the mages and turned them loose, commanding them to attack the others in the room.
Her whips lashed out again, grabbing guards and nobles alike, turning their bodies into extensions of her will. Their screams of defiance quickly turned to silence as she absorbed their essence, their memories, their very being. By the end of her rampage, the throne room was filled with kneeling figures under her control, their eyes blank and unseeing.
Enixia stood amidst the carnage, her glowing veins pulsating faintly as she turned her gaze to the king [https://img.wattpad.com/e3f3ea4d393039d2708074c4d2d1fe186a314cae/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f784c743679486251736463505a773d3d2d313530353935383838342e313831353435323837303065313535353138323633323533363631312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Enixia stood amidst the carnage, her glowing veins pulsating faintly as she turned her gaze to the king. He remained on his knees near the throne, trembling as her Dema puppets landed behind him. They pushed him forward, forcing him to crawl toward her. He looked up with wide, terrified eyes as she loomed over him.
One of the women who had been seated near the throne stood and removed her white garb, stepping forward to drape it over Enixia. She clothed herself, her movements slow and deliberate as she never broke eye contact with the king.
"I am no Dema," she said coldly, her voice carrying the weight of her fury.
The king's voice cracked as he begged, "Please, have mercy. I didn't know... I didn't know what you were."
Enixia's hand shot out, grabbing him by the throat. Her grip tightened as his memories poured into her mind. She saw the hidden chamber behind the throne, the Anagi artifact suspended within, and the switch that would reveal it. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile.
"Finally," she whispered.
She released the king's lifeless body, letting it slump to the ground, and began to ascend the steps toward the throne. Her Dema stood guard behind her, and the enslaved nobles and soldiers formed a protective barrier around the room. But before she could reach the switch, more guards and red-cloaked mages burst into the throne room.
"Stop!" one of the mages shouted. "Restrain her!"
They turned to the room, oblivious to the fact that Enixia already controlled the majority of those present. As they barked orders for the others to seize her, she couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the chamber.
One mage stepped forward, chanting quickly. Glowing blue magic circles appeared around Enixia once more, encasing her in the same binding spell as before. For a moment, she stood still, her expression unreadable. Then her eyes widened, and she roared, breaking free with a surge of power. The spell shattered like glass, leaving the mages and guards stunned.
"Kill them," Enixia said coldly, her voice sharp as steel.
The thirty people under her command moved as one, descending upon the newcomers with brutal efficiency. Screams filled the throne room as Enixia's gaze was caught by a small table. On top was the black armor she had been wearing before. She smiled. Ill be taking this, she thought as she elegently walked towards the table. she derobed herself and doned the black armor again. She laughed and continued toward the hidden room. She stepped toward it, her gaze fixed, her mind set on the artifact that would finally bring her one step closer to her goal.
Chapter 6: The Dead Queen's Ascension [https://img.wattpad.com/a882a08602f2f0ee64af493c058b94169cf8890c/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f32426b61737173695834747239673d3d2d313530353935383838342e3138313534353264653133656634396333353935333739363233382e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Chapter 6: The Dead Queen's Ascension
The hidden room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the faint glow of the Anagi Artifact perched on a pedestal in the center. As Enixia stepped inside with her two Dema flanking her, she left the thralls she had amassed standing motionless outside. Their blank, unseeing eyes remained fixed on nothing, while the last of the guards on the throne room floor gurgled out his final breath.
The room was filled with opulence. Stacks of gold coins, glittering jewels, and intricately crafted treasures were piled high along the walls, their luster casting fleeting reflections on the stone surfaces. Yet, amidst the grandeur, her eyes were drawn only to the small glowing pyramid on the pedestal. Its faint blue-teal light pulsed rhythmically, an object so unassuming it seemed almost absurd.
Enixia reached out and grabbed the artifact. Its surface was cool and smooth, its glow unwavering in her grasp. She turned it over in her hands, expecting some reaction, some surge of energy, but nothing happened. She felt no change, no power coursing through her veins. It was just... there.
Still, she allowed herself a small smile. She had come so far—escaped what should have been her end, endured pain and humiliation, and turned the tables on those who sought to destroy her. Her anger simmered beneath her satisfaction. This world on the ground had tried to break her, to reduce her to nothing. Never again, she vowed silently. She would never be powerless again.
With the artifact in hand, she turned and left the room, her Dema following close behind. As she stepped back into the throne room, the lifeless figures of her thralls stood in eerie stillness. Her gaze settled on her newly accuired king, who was slumped near the steps to the throne. His lifeless eyes stared into the void, his crown slightly askew on his head.
Enixia knelt beside the king's body, her hand hovering over his face. She peered into his lifeless eyes, the faint hum of her power sparking to life as she made a connection. The memories came quickly, like threads unraveling in her mind. She saw herself through his eyes—an unholy terror, an unstoppable force, something beyond comprehension.
She severed the connection and laughed darkly. "Powerless," she murmured, standing and looking down on him. "You defended your people, and now, you will be the one to end them."
Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she reached out with her mind, connecting to every thrall in the room. The king, the mages, the guards, the nobles, the servants, and even her Dema—all of them were hers now, their bodies and wills completely subjugated.
"Kill everyone," she commanded coldly. "Destroy this city."
The thralls obeyed without hesitation. The Dema flapped their massive wings and flew out through the hole in the roof, heading straight for the town. The humans under her control turned as one and began marching toward the doors, their footsteps echoing ominously in the grand hall. The people in the city wouldn't stand a chance.
Enixia watched them go, her expression unreadable as the throne room emptied of all but the dead and the dying. Her gaze shifted to the throne chair, its intricate carvings glinting faintly in the torchlight. She ascended the steps slowly, savoring the moment as she approached the seat of power.
Enixia sat down, the artifact still in her hand. The cool wood of the throne pressed against her back as she leaned into it, her posture relaxed yet commanding. She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers as she thought about everything she had endured.
Immortal, she thought. Am I truly alive? Can I die?
Her gaze drifted to the dead bodies on the floor, then to the puppets going onward to destroy the city. The people she commanded weren't truly alive either. They were empty vessels, puppets animated by her will.
"They're dead," she concluded, "but they live to serve me."
She leaned back further, letting the weight of her thoughts settle over her. For so long, she had been cast aside, treated as an outcast, unwanted and unloved. Now, she was something else entirely. She was no longer the weak daughter of a scientist. She was no longer a victim of this cruel world.
A smile crept across her face, cold and unyielding. "I am Enixia Stado," she said, her voice resonating with dark power. "The First Immortal. The Dead Queen."
Her laughter echoed through the throne room as the sounds of chaos and destruction drifted in from the city beyond. She held the artifact tightly, knowing it was only the beginning of something far greater. For now, she would revel in her newfound reign—a ruler of death, commanding a kingdom of the damned.
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