Excerpt from The Ivory Queen: ...The Soul of Insanity is said to give its wielder the ability to control an army of Moon Goddess’ creations and make them unable to lose a battle.
..But with great power comes a curse...
"Forged by blood and Fed by souls, The Moon and Sun awake its thirst. First innocence must bleed.
With the Ivory it controls All of the beings on this Earth.But be weary of its greed For those who wield it, shall be cursed."
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***Chaos*** I twirl the tiny trinket in my hand, admiring my sister’s work until I arrive at my uncle's dwelling.His home always brings me joy.
Weapons of war and destruction line the walls and the thought of all the chaos each toy could create makes my heart skip a beat.
My uncle, the God of War, is not a pleasant man, but it’s always fun to make him mad.
All it takes is a little teasing, and the man erupts with anger.I should visit him more often.
Disguising myself as one of his guards, I sneak my way through War’s security, making sure to rearrange some of his traps on my way in just for a laugh.
I reach a room with a large stone table in the center, a map of the world carved into the surface.
Tiny pieces resembling weapons lay scattered across the graph and the print itself seems to be alive, pieces moving on their own and the landscapes shifting.
War God himself stands over the map, gazing proudly at the destruction he’s creating.
"Are the fires of hell not entertaining enough for you?" War snarls without looking up at me.
"My dearest Uncle," I smile pleasantly.
"Whatever it is you want, find it elsewhere.I’m busy," he snaps, moving his hand over Russia to move a piece.
"Uncle, please," I scoff.
"I’m not here to ask for anything."
"What is it you want?" the old God asks, an untrusting air to his voice.
"Everyone always seems to think I have an ulterior motive," I sigh.
"But in truth, !am a neutral agent and I don’t pick sides. I simply like to have a good laugh."
"Hell of a joke," War mutters.
"I have a dark sense of humor," I reply bluntly, holding out the medallion.
"Now, do you want the trinket… or will you let my sister have the last laugh?"
The God of War snatches the medallion from my hand and holds it up to the light to inspect it.
"We'll see who’s laughing now," he snarls, giddy excitement rushing through me.
We'll see…
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