Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-10789912-20160117093544/@comment-10789912-20160119010401

REVISED VERSION OF CHAPTER ENDING "Everything that happened before we turned against Enki, we did in servitude. I truly feel nothing but horror knowing what I caused and spread under him. If it is vengeance that will make it right in the universe, so be it. It won't bring Melody back, you'll still be a necrophiliac, a cannibal, a traitor to your friends, and a trophy of Enki's work." Mendes cut in.

Micheal let out a scream of rage as he swung the machete to the right in one furious show of bloodlust. The blade cut through the wind before it touched flesh, slicing through Mendes' neck. The sharp sound of the wind was completely halted by the meat's distinct ripping sound was only broken by the sound of the disconnecting spinal cord, with the thick muscle's resistance offering nothing in Michael's way.

The red ichor of the once-was god flew to the right, as the now decapitated head released from the body, crashing into the group with a thunderous thud. The everflowing stream that released from the neck sprayed upwards, shooting out of the body. As the blood sprayed out, some of it crashed into Michael, painting the large areas of his left sleeve and arm red.

Once the deed was done, Michael was unable to comprehend what he just did. Mendes was once his master, his partner, and even his close friend. What was once a blind need for revenge, was now replaced with empathy, sadness, betrayal, and an emptiness in the spot that Mendes once filled in his soul. He simply didn't feel full anymore, and he didn't know how he felt about that. He spent every sentient moment of his life with Mendes either above him or beside him, excluding these last months- since their conflict. He simply stood looking at the corpse, arm still extended, and machete at his side.

Dread and Natalie both stood in shock. Natalie wouldn't speak, but she had no qualms with the death of Mendes. She very much blamed him for Joseph's death and her rape, regardless of how he attempted to redeem himself. Dread, on the other hand, had no words. Mendes was dead. A deity he had spent so much time attempting to convince and save from his dark alliance, now nothing but a bleeding corpse, killed by what was once his loyal servant and friend.

Dread was weak at the knees. He didn't let out a sound as the eyes of his mask flashed a piercing blue. Everything was a blinding flash, blocking all vision once more for Micheal and Natalie. When the flash was over, they were no longer in the void. Dread, Mendes' chained body, and the darkness was all gone. They were back in the prior room with the torches on the walls, this time with no obsidian and gold door. The only exit was the wooden one across from where the decorated one was.

The blood dripping from his machete was very much still there.