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The Wicked King
Adapted by Chad Fox
May
“King Malthe, my lord?” Felix stood quietly in front of the King, waiting for the tall man to take notice of him.
Slowly, the King turned in his seat, facing his advisor with a look of haughty contempt. “Yes, Felix? News of our conquest?”
The advisor bowed his head. “Yes, lord. They have fallen, surrendering unconditionally. The entire world is now at your foot.”
King Malthe sat quietly for a moment. “I suppose, yes.”
“My Lord? You seem dissatisfied. Is it something I said?” The lower man’s voice held a note of fear. The King was not known for his kindness and forgiving nature. Rather, the fiery temper and bloodlust that cowed his opponents into submission.
Absently, the ruler waved a hand, and Felix sighed in relief. “No, no. Not you Felix. I have a feeling that I could go farther than just the Earth.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Think of it,” the King grinned wickedly. “We have the entire Earth, do we not?”
“Yes… your highness, if you mean the High-”
“I do. I must not rest until everything is under my control. Earth, and the Heavens.”
Felix shook unconsciously in fear, fighting between his fear of the King, and the wrath of his gods. “If you do such a thing, my Lord, the gods will become angry. They may strike you from existence.”
Malthe stroked his beard, in deep thought.
“We will do this,” he finally said. “Send out a letter with my seal, ordering all Magi to report to me within the month. And I mean ALL of them.”
Felix bowed, sighing silently in resignation to his fate. “As you wish, my lord. Consider it done.”
…
June
“Within the month ordered, hundreds of magic makers have gathered here, my lord.” Felix’s blonde hair had become tangled, from the lack of care throughout the past month, spent directing the construction of ships.
No normal ships. These soared in the air, thanks to the Magi, young and old, that helped construct them, building into the hulls their own secrets. They layered them in wards, shields against harm, magical or mundane. The armada was vast, filling the King’s bay to bursting.
Malthe, full of pride, began to boast to his advisor.
“What a mighty King! But I must have more—much more. No power on earth must equal mine, far less exceed it.”* He smiled, an action that was once rare. “Felix, I must say, you have held out wonderfully. The Priests of the Temples, what is their status?”
“Still protesting, my Lord. I feel that they may be able to sway the people if we allow them to continue protesting. You have an audience with them today. Perhaps you can persuade them to your side?”
Malthe nodded. ‘Yes, very good Felix. Bring them to me right away, I will talk to them now.”
“As you wish.”
Within an hour, four priests stood before the King.
‘What is this that I hear about you not supporting me?” The King spoke in a velvet tone, fake, but convincing.
“King, you are mighty indeed, but God’s power is much greater than yours; we dare not obey your orders.”*1 The lead Priest stood tall, proud, used to being respected.
Malthe smiled sinisterly. “Well then, I will just have to conquer all of the gods then, won’t I?”
The priest’s eyes widened in horror.
“Oh don’t look so surprised, my dear auger. Do you not believe in your Lord?” the King’s voice held an edge in it.
The priest shook his head, backing away. ‘We cannot support such a foolish endeavor, my lord.”
Malthe’s eyes narrowed. “Foolish, you say?” He glanced at his guards. They moved. “Then I am afraid that you are now my prisoners. You are accused of treason and conspiracy against the crown. You won’t live to see my victory.’
With feeble protests falling upon deaf, unsympathetic ears, the priests were dragged away.
…
July
“My lord, the fleet is finished. It will set sail tomorrow.” Felix stood rigidly in front of the King, his robes shifting slightly in the drafty room.
“Good.”
…
The magnificent ships rose through the air like magnificent golden birds. Higher and higher they rose, through the barrier between heaven and earth, into the world of their gods.
Malthe stared at the sun sitting in the sky, and her sister the moon.
“These will all soon be mine,” he thought. “The gods will fall.”
Felix stood next to his King. “my lord, we approach the Gates. They seem to be open.”
This seemed to trouble the advisor, but the King only set his jaw. “They are surrendering, then.” Stubbornly, he ordered the Magi piloting his vessel to forge on.
“My lord, I have a bad feeling about this.” Felix felt cape flapped in the fierce wind that had sprung up suddenly.
Malthe scowled. “I don’t pay you to have bad feelings, Felix. You do what I order.”
“Very well.”
From where their fleet stood in the air, the whole crew could see a massive dome covered in gold and silver, shining in the bright light of the exposed sun. The magi on Malthe’s ship could see what he could not.
The dome was empty. Well, almost.
They did not tell him this, for fear of his anger being turned on them.
“Take this ship into the courtyard to land.”
Inside the courtyard, it was quiet. Eerily so. Statues of the gods stood besides thrones taller than the King himself.
At the center of the thrones, 13 in all, sat a smouldering pit with a small bird perched on a burning log. A raven.
Malthe, unnerved by the silence, shot at the bird. Fluttering its wings, the raven shrieked and flew to one of the thrones. Slowly, it’s feathers melted away to flesh, and in its place sat a young, lithe woman with tangled brown hair, so dark it seemed black.
The King drew his sword, and a cruel smile passed over the woman’s face.
“Who are you?” The Wicked King demanded.
“I am Nantosuelta.”
Malthe smiled now. “A fertility goddess, pathetic.”
The woman only shook her head. “How little you know. The gods abandoned this world. I am the only one left here in this wretched place.”
Malthe smiled sadistically. “Not for long. Soon, you will be gone, as well.”
“Goodbye, Prince Malthe.” The air around the goddess began to warp with heat as she closed her eyes peacefully.”
“My Lord, I don’t think-”
“Shut your mouth, Felix!” Malthe raised his sword and swung at the goddess. The blade nearly hit her, but turned cherry red and melted before it could touch her.
Malthe shook his head in disbelief. He turned to look at the magi in the room with him. They shrunk back in terror, not from malthe, but from Nantosuelta.
Turning back around, the prince found the woman crouching, her body saturated with power.
“I will not be here any longer. I was only meant to leave a message. You, dear Prince, are why we left.” her voice was hollow. “Goodbye.”
With hardly a noise, Nantosuelta’s body burst into a million specks of light. The others flinched away, but the prince roared in fury at losing the goddess. He charged forward into the light flecks, and began to writhe in pain.
He cried out to Felix, imploring him to help.
‘I tried to tell you. But you didn’t listen.” Felix’s face held no pity for the King. “Look who’s the idiot now. Good riddance.”
The man climbed aboard the ship, directing the magi to take off. “When you're so stuck up to think you can destroy the gods, the world is better off without you.”

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@Kie group

Imagine I published it to multiple sites hnnnghm what's sad is it'd probably get more of a following than a normal story

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Yo I wanna write one but I can't think of anything right now