Well, the time has come for another update! I apologize for not updating yesterday, but life happened and I did not have any time. Thanks go to everyone who so generously reviewed the last chapter. When you are finished reading, PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO LEAVE ME A REVIEW! Well, I have done enough blabbing, so without any further ado, here is the chapter!


Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

-Jean Rostand

In the African Savannah, where the lush green grasses and massive trees covered the crust of the Earth for miles and miles across the continent, a lone lion, a lion with a midnight black mane and eyes the color of chocolate, sat quietly, resting after a long day of being rouge. What he did not know was that he was being watched; stalked even.

From a nearby shrub, Scelus watched the rouge. The maneless young lion had a wide, toothy grin on his face His sapphire blue eyes were wide in anticipation for the sight of fresh, scarlet blood. Without making a single noise, Scelus leaped out of the shrub, his jaws wide open.

The rouge lion did not have any time to react. The jaws of Scelus were soon around his neck, instantly shattering both his trachea and larynx. Bright red blood spilled all over the grasses, the red puddles providing a sharp contrast to the deep green.

Scelus grinned again, and gently licked some of the blood puddles on the grass. However, this kill was simply not to be the main event. The young lion was heading in the direction on the Northwest Savannah Pride. Their king, Marrito, had once been considered the greatest rouge duelist in all of Africa. However, he had settled down, built a kingdom of his own, and became a pacifist.

The young lion crossed the border into the pride's territory, and he made a quick check of his surroundings. A small creek marked the border to the west, and this creek had several large rocks poking up into the air. A large cave was to the north, most likely serving as the den to the pride. Several large date palms together in a line marked the eastern boundary of the kingdom. Two other trees next to one another served as a gateway to the pride from the south, where Scelus had just entered.

The former prince casually strutted north, directly toward the cave that served as the den. After several minutes of walking, the young lion entered the den like any other member of the pride would on any given day.

The king was sitting in the middle of the cave, with lionesses to his right, to his left, and behind his rear. The king stared at Scelus with a very confused expression on his face. His mane was white, his eyes as red as the red moon, and his fur was golden.

"Who are you young lioness, and why are you here?"

Scelus angrily scratched at the place any other lion's mane would be, and then responded in a voice deeper than the Grand Canyon.

"First of all, NOBODY calls me a lioness. Now that that issue is settled, I shall answer your questions. Who am I? Well, I would consider myself death incarnate, but I go by the name of Scelus. Why am I here?" Scelus laughed darkly, this laugh echoing loudly throughout the cave. "Well, I am here to reunite you with your ancestors. You, my friend, will never see another dawn. I officially challenge you to a fight to the death. If you refuse, I will sadly be forced to kill your entire pride. Now, we wouldn't want that would we?"

Marrito sighed in disgust. "I don't want to fight you."

"So you forfeit?"

"I don't want to fight you."

"So you submit?"

Marrito now snarled in anger. "I WILL NOT SUBMIT!" The old king calmed down slightly before speaking again. "I accept your pitiful challenge, rouge."

Whispers of fear and shock spread quickly throughout all of the lionesses. No lion had ever challenged Marrito before! That was when a young voice made itself known.


A young lioness ran to the side of her father, who nuzzled her with great affection. "I don't want you to fight Daddy, I don't want you to get hurt."

Marrito sighed, fear and disgust evident in his voice. "Illya, I have to protect you, your mother, and the rest of the pride. If that means laying down my life to keep you safe, I will gladly do so."

Illya began to sob as she nestled herself into her father's mane. "I love you Daddy."

"I love you too Illya."

Scelus rolled his eyes, and then spoke with sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Aw, what a touching moment. It is such a shame that soon the king will be a mangled and bloody mess on the floor. Well, shall we begin?"

The king unsheathed his claws, and then nodded slowly, waiting for Scelus to make the first move. The other lion obliged, taking a swipe at the king's head. The older lion dodged the blow, and tried to claw at Scelus. The former prince parried the blow, and managed to scratch the king on the left shoulder, drawing a decent amount of blood.

The king growled, seething in anger, and he leaped at Scelus, roaring loudly. The younger lion ducked under the king, and stabbed his claws in his chest. The king rolled away before settling down, his body simply in too much pain to move. He suddenly began to twitch uncontrollably, obviously in extreme and possibly mortal pain from the wound just dealt to him.

Scelus casually walked over the king, laughing hysterically at his struggle. Marrito managed to snarl in annoyance.

"You laugh at my pain? You're crazier then I originally thought!"

Scelus burst out laughing at that comment. "I assure you, I'm perfectly sane. But last time I checked, it is a quarter past dead time. Any last words?"

"Yes. You are a bitch."

Scelus chuckled in light amusement. "I take that as a compliment." His face began to sport a massive grin, and he put one claw to the king's throat. "Long live the king." The lion swiped his claw to the right, slitting the now former king's throat. Blood rushed from Marrito's neck, and his eyes rolled back into his head.


The king's former mate walked up to Scelus, and bowed the young lion submissively, holding her young daughter tightly in her paws. "I pledge my allegiance to you…my liege."

Scelus glared at her, and then spat. "I am not your king! I did not kill that…" He motioned to the corpse of the dead king, whose wounds now formed a large puddle of blood. "To gain power. I did it for the thrill of the fight, for my lust for blood! Find yourself another male to rule over your pathetic pride for I am done here!"

With that, Scelus turned around and exited the cave, leaving a pride in absolute shambles, and an adolescent daughter in a saddened rage. Illya, in the arms of her weeping mother, mumbled to herself so softly that no other lion could hear.

"How could he kill my dad? He was the best dad in the world. He didn't deserve this!"

Well, that is all I am going to write for now. PLEASE don't forget to tell me what you thought in the reviews. They make an author's day! And for those who are wondering about the pronunciations, here they are!



Scelus (Scell-ous)


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