Easy Way

“What’s the point of being king if you can’t kill a man or two?”

“That wouldn’t be justice.”

“It would be a lot simpler.”
—from a fanfiction

There is nothing simple about killing.

This was something that Star had learned when she was very young, before she had even realized that the people around her were even people.

Maybe it was during one of the wars in Europe, or the skirmishes and battles that littered the different chains of islands around the world. Maybe it was during the Great War or World War II or even the hundreds of little wars that littered the half century afterwards. She didn’t know, just that it had happened.

“Killing isn’t as easy as you seem to think it is, brother.”

He sneered up at her, “I don’t know, cousin,” His words were pointed, more so at the end, “All I had to do was exceed the maximum energy capacity of their little minds, something that is all to easy to do if you have the right tools.”

Star did not rise to his bait, though a desperate part of her wanted nothing more than to sink her fist into his already bruised face.

“I’ll show you maximum capacity!” the darker part of her snarled.

But she didn’t let it. Didn’t let the words or actions or emotions do more than fester in a corner of her mind. She hadn’t given in to that voice in well over a century. Not even during the worst parts of the Galactic War had she fully unleashed the part of her that had wanted to unleash the dark horrors of what she had seen.

“The Queen will speak with you once you’ve been properly booked into the cells within the Palace.”

She nodded towards the guardsmen that had accompanied her once they’d learned that her cousin

(Not her brother. Not anymore.)

-had been captured. He’d been restrained well enough that his abilities would not be a problem. Star didn’t bother to double check the restraints that encased his slim wrists and ankles or the circlet around his throat. They hadn’t needed to place one on his brow.

Her cousin had sacrificed his mindscape all on his own and now no longer was able to use the mind abilities that he had been born with.

“Was it worth it, brother? Was it worth it to try and achieve your warped sense of ‘justice’?” her chaotic soul whispered with glee, “Was it worth it to sacrifice so much and still fail!”

You Can’t Forget

They thought that it would never come for them. That they would never have to answer for what they were and what they refused to do.


Then again, the young are always said to be foolish, not wanting to acknowledge the duty that they were brought into this world to fulfill.

Mother wouldn’t let them ignore it forever.

Some day, Mother would fill him and show them just how wrong they were to deny it.

A smile spread across Neal’s face, the insanity contained within would give any who saw it night terrors for the rest of their natural lives.

It was convenient that nothing was left alive around him.

Somewhere in the Ether, where Chaos was sealed, it shared his smile.

Inspired by the redo that Sreejit is doing with all of his Dungeon Prompts. I thought about it and decided that it would be a lot of fun to revisit them as well! This was a revisit of Dungeon Prompts: Chaos.

Peace-Centered Chaos

The lake was calm which was strange because the wind was howling and the clouds surged across the sky.

But the water in front of him in the lake was as calm as a pond in an indoor zen garden.

No waves, no stirrings from beneath when the sky and land all around him was in constant turmoil.

He wondered what it said about him that there was this deep pool of motionless calm within his mindscape while the actual ‘scape all around him was in chaos.

“It is because you are chosen.”

He didn’t whirl around and demand who was there, that would be childish and more like one of his pathetic cousins.

“Yessss, this is why you are chosen.”

Again the voice was accompanied by a surge in feeling, like he could do no wrong.

The lake in front of him remained placid as the ground rumbled louder and the sky let loose a flash of lightning.

“Come with me, my child.”

He smiled as he faded from his own mindscape, the lake finally showing movement if only in changing from the peaceful color of deep blue to a grey more associated with the smog-filled pollution of an enclosed valley.

He had a Mother to save.

Inspired by the picture for this last week’s Light and Shade Challenge picture prompt.

image: courtesy of freeimages.co.uk


The Deceiver

Neal grinned maliciously, so they thought they had won. Thought that they had defeated his Mistress?

His Lady could never be defeated, not even should Her enemies die out. She was stronger than the Light, stronger than the Dark and more motivated than the Neutral.

He didn’t worry about his Lady giving up for she would never do such a thing. She was stronger than even her own Children, something which he greatly desired to become.

Now, what would be an appropriate gift to his potential Mother…?

His min strayed to one of his ‘cousins’. Surely they still missed him.

It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver. -Niccolo Machiavelli

Inspired by the prompt for yesterday’s Light and Shade Challenge.

I’m still working on using more names when I write and not just pronouns. So here’s Neal, he’s important-ish later on.