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Chu10: Hello guys! With all that has been going on, my week has been crazy with school - but thanks to my awesome partner and you all awesome readers and reviewers, we managed this in a week. A week! Fancy that! Just a little word of warning though, this chapter can get *really* intense near the ending, so readers beware. We do not condone this kind of violence, but what we have written is merely fiction and we understand that most of you readers are mature enough to know that we don't do these kinds of things in real life. Violence is never a good thing. Also, we tried hard to keep it under the T rating of the story.

Emerald dreamer96: Took a while longer than expected but we're pretty proud about this one. Also our first fight scene! More on that in a bit.
We would like to thank you for be so fantastic so far. It's always great fun to write but you guys and gals really make it so much better.
This chapter has a very different tone and marks the beginning of the next phase in the story, parts of it are probably going to be unpleasant to read but we hope that you enjoy it anyway.

To BLACK CAT:
Hello, thank you for your apology. You're forgiven. Thank you very much for the mature response, and on my side there's no hard feelings.

We picked you out way too publically and were perhaps too harshly. if you had an account we would have tried to settle it quietly but since we only had a single chance to put an end to it we had to go all out to leave absolutely no doubt. Sorry about that and we accept your own apology. Hopefully that's the last of it.

WARNING: This chapter contains disturbing content and is unsuitable if violence, gore and adult themes upset you. The segment with Kujasi and King Jehanum near the very end has these themes, so please refrain from reading that if you have no preference for these.


All was peaceful in the Pride Lands, and what a relief it was to be stepping on to familiar ground again. For Mchanga, this wasn't the best day in his life but it must have been the luckiest. A supposedly fun day out with cubs which had turned into a nightmare. First the cubs had been brats, then he had been injured - but that was nothing compared with nearly being eaten. Mchanga could almost feel that coarse tongue running along his side, the warm stench of Hyena breath and the painful cuts along his body. He shuddered; that had been way too close. He kept glancing back for any sign of pursuit, and the other cubs pretended not to notice when he slipped aside to wash off the evidence of his terror.

No one had even considered doing anything other than getting home as fast as they could. At that moment, none had any intention of leaving their homeland again in their lifetimes.

When the cubs made their way back home, the sky was already shedding its light blue for a slight yellow, marking a very late afternoon. It had been a frightening series of events, but Mchanga was even more scared at what was to come. He knew that King Mufasa had a reputation for having an explosive temper - but it was one that he had never seen before, and it seemed like a rumour. How was it possible that a gentle King like him held a temper? But he did not want to take a chance with that. As Pride Rock got closer in the distance, enveloped by the beginnings of a sunset, Mchanga got more and more nervous.

Turning to the rest of the cubs, he cleared his throat.

"Guys...when we get back to Pride Rock, please do not mention a word of this to anyone."

"But what happens when they start scolding us?" Mheetu asked, obviously having thought the same thoughts as Mchanga.

"Well, then you'd have to - "

A new voice, a voice that froze all the cubs in place, interrupted Mchanga. "Where have all of you been all day?!"

Whipping his head around, Mchanga's eyes met those of a frowning Furaha. Uh oh, he thought.

"Uhh...we've been - to the waterhole?"

"If you think I am going to buy that, warthogs will fly," the old lioness answered, displeased. "You know I don't like little cubs that lie."

Mchanga was not that small of a cub anymore - but he was definitely guilty of lying, and he bowed his head guiltily. Furaha, knowing which cub would give her a more honest answer, turned to the one with an orange streak across his chest. Mheetu.

"Tell me quickly Mheetu, where have you all been?"

Mheetu shook his head, staying quiet. But Furaha had a trick up her sleeve.

"Mheetu, it would be a shame for a sweet young cub like you to spend the rest of the week in the den for lying to me... If you tell me what happened you won't be punished."

"Really?" Mheetu asked, and the old lioness nodded. Mchanga and Pepo's eyes widened at Mheetu's answer. Surely he wasn't going to give them all away?

"Well..." Mheetu started, prompted by an encouraging nod from Furaha "we were at the Outlands."

"The Outlands! What the hell were you doing there?" Furaha asked stunned at the cubs stupidity.

Mheetu flinched. Nala tried to chip in to help him.

"It wasn't too bad! The Hyenas didn't hurt us or..." She began before stopping, eyes widening in shock at what she had just let out.

"Hyenas!" Furaha nearly shouted. She quickly gave each cub a once over, noticing every cut and bruise on each one of them. Mchanga by far was the worst. He had claw marks all over - and this made Furaha very worried.

"How in the world did you all get into this stupid mess?" She said, pacing and glaring at each and every one of them. "Who did this? What did the hyenas do to you? Don't just stand there gaping, I am asking for an answer! Mchanga, Pepo - what happened?"

Mchanga and Pepo shared a nervous glance with each other. Now they were cornered. They had no choice but to explain the events of the day. By this point they were too tired and rather ashamed to really come up with a proper cover story - so guiltily both spilled details, with Mchanga leaving out some parts, like how the hyenas actually let them off the hook. The younger cubs - Malka, Mheetu, Nala and Simba fiddled with their paws and looked down, their emotions ranging from scared to guilty. What was Furaha going to do to them? As they listened to the older cubs narrate what happened in the day, they waited for Furaha's verdict, which they hoped would never come. But it did.

"King Mufasa will need to hear about this." Furaha said grimly, striding away. "Well why are you all standing back there? Follow me."

That was it. They were doomed.

The cubs followed Furaha nervously, with Mchanga and Pepo trailing behind as if they were heading to their execution. Mchanga kept asking himself what he had done to deserve this and how this day had gone so wrong in every single way.


A loud roar reverberated in the expanse of African savannah, and birds took wing in fright. The auburn-maned King prowled back and forth, his amber eyes burning with an inferno as he growled, a deep sound from the back of his throat. The sandy furred adolescent winced in fear as Mufasa's anger scorched him. It was not his words that burned the most, but it was the way he delivered them.

"You could have gotten my son killed! I thought you responsible, Mchanga - but you disappoint me greatly by doing the opposite!"

"I-I'm sorry, King Mufasa..." Mchanga flinched as the King glared at him.

"What if the other cubs got killed today? Do you know what would happen, Mchanga?"

Mchanga only remained silent, too afraid to answer.

"You would be marked in these lands as a MURDERER!" Mufasa roared the last word. Rarely did the King get so angry. This was his temper doing the talking. The thought of losing another family member to an accident was too much for him to bear. Unconsciously he was angry at the fact that somebody nearly got his own son killed - and he will never, ever allow for that.

His wrath was then turned to Pepo. "What were you doing, agreeing to bring the cubs to that place?!"

"I...I was just thinking..."

"You were NOT thinking! I thought you as the smarter one, but you are just as reckless as all the other cubs! All of you," he growled, "are as stupid and reckless to go into the Outlands! You could have been killed. Every one of you!"

"I'm sorry Dad..." Simba spoke up in a small voice. "It was my idea..."

Everyone else's eyes widened at Simba's statement. His friends, for that matter, knew that he was not the mastermind behind the idea of exploration. His father, on the other hand, was shocked.

"Simba. Did you really do this? Did you lead the other cubs to the Outlands without my permission?"

"I...I did. Please don't get Mchanga and Pepo into trouble," he said, his voice nearly breaking.

Mufasa glared at his son - but it was obvious that his flame had already started to simmer down, although very slightly. His son had nearly gotten everyone killed. What was he supposed to say to that?

"Simba, I cannot treat you any differently I'm afraid that I have no choice but to punish you. Harshly."

Mchanga stood stunned at this turn of events. He wanted very, very much to let him take the blame. But a part of him knew that letting a cub take the fall for his own mistakes was wrong. Especially when that cub had saved his life that very day.

"Your Majesty," Mchanga said quietly once again drawing that terrifyingly unfamiliar glare. "Simba had nothing to do with it. I took them into the Outlands. The others just went along with it…I swear that I didn't know that it would be dangerous."

In his mind, he dared to hope that the King would accept his admission and commend him on his honesty – but reality had other plans. Mufasa almost seemed angrier than before.

"Mchanga, not only did you put the others in danger, but you were going to let a cub be punished in your stead!"

"What?!" No! He'd confessed hadn't he?

"I see that you are a completely different character than I had believed. I thought that I could trust you to be a good influence and protector to my son but it is obvious that I was mistaken! I don't want to see you near my son again - I don't want to see you at all.Get out of my sight."

There were gasps from the cubs, and Mchanga opened his mouth to protest.

Mufasa let out a low growl, an altogether different thing to his roar from earlier. It was cold, but the sheer fury in his eyes burned into Mchanga, who looked like he on the verge of breaking into tears. Furaha spared him the shame, quickly taking him away and shooting a look of disappointment and obvious anger at her King's overreaction.

The cubs watched their friend get led away, standing in stunned silence. Mufasa wasn't finished yet; he turned to the other cubs, seemingly on the verge of explosion.

Sarabi stepped in quickly.

"You better go to bed. We will talk again in the morning. We adults have been far too relaxed when it comes to keeping an eye on you, and that is going to change."

Hearing this, the cubs immediately took the chance and scattered away. Mufasa, who was about to call them back, glared at his mate who stood her ground and returned it.

"Mufasa for King's sake watch your temper, they're just cubs. What would your father say?" She said accusingly.

Mufasa looked as if he had been slapped. His eyes glinted dangerously for a moment, which caused a brief moment of terror for the queen. Who was that strange creature in her mates fur?

"Mufasa, please calm down." She said with soft desperation.

The words got through to him causing him to nod and take a few calming breaths.

"I will do as you ask. But first, I need a word with our son."

Sarabi nodded in relief as the real Mufasa returned to her. She knew that her mate had a temper – but he would teach his own son well."Simba."

The cub, upon hearing his name, froze in place as if an invisible predator was in front of him. Shoulders tense, ears lowered, he turned to face his father, flinching under his gaze. His father had a temper, and it turned his usually warm expression into a stern one. One of a fierce, commanding King.

"I am very disappointed in you," Mufasa boomed.

"Dad...I'm sorry," Simba squeaked. "I didn't mean for this to happen..."

"Nobody means for an accident to happen either, Simba. I could have lost you! Do you understand?"

Like any small cub, Simba nodded. Mufasa continued, although less harshly.

"Losing you...it -it would be too painful," he said, as an old wound reopened. "Accidents can take any of us away at any time. Life is fragile. I don't want to lose you too, Simba."

Hearing his father talk like this, Simba knew that he had made him upset, and he felt very guilty for doing so. Mufasa's face was etched with anger - but along with that there was something else that Simba could sense. He could not understand that emotion but he could feel it. Walking to his father and leaning his small head on to Mufasa's leg, he nuzzled him gently. Seeing this, Mufasa's heart softened. It was something that he used to do with his very own father long ago. Reaching out with his other paw, he pulled his son close.

"My son..." his voice was a low rumble.

"Dad...I'm sorry, Dad," Simba apologised, his words sincere. He wasn't going to do anything to make his Dad feel this way again.

"Promise me that you are never going to scare me like that again," Mufasa said, leaning down and nuzzling his son.

"I promise," Simba said, those simple words meaning a lot to a worried father. Mufasa, hugging him close, gave a sigh of relief. Hearing his father sigh, Simba snuggled into his mane, hugging onto Mufasa's head. Mufasa chuckled gently.

"What are you doing, son?"

"I'm checking how thick your mane is..." Simba said, tugging on a few strands between his paw. "One day, I will have to grow one as thick as yours!"

Mufasa lit up with a loud laugh. "I bet your mane...will be even thicker than mine!" He grabbed Simba up, messing up his tuft of fur that sat atop his head.

"Ahh! Dad, Dad! Simba gave a cub roar, struggling out of his father's playful grasp. Once he slipped out, he started running, playing a small game of tag with the huge lion. Seeing a chance, Simba leapt on to his father's mane again, playfully biting onto his ear and tugging on it as hard as he could. Mufasa only laughed, gently swatting his son off.

"Dad?" Simba asked.

"Yes, son?"

"We'll always be pals, right?"

We'll always be pals, right? Once upon a time, a dark furred lion cub close to him had said those words, radiating with brotherly love. But this time, instead of another stab to his heart, Mufasa smiled.

"Look at the stars, Simba."

"Yeah I see them," Simba said, curious as to what his father was about to say.

"Look son, the Great Kings are up there, watching us..." Simba nodded, listening with interest as the night went on and the crickets sang their songs. The night air was chilling, but here with his father, both of them snuggled up, it was very warm indeed.


The sun was beginning its blazing fall from favour, a blazing ripple of orange light fanning out in the wake of its descent. The land was simultaneously ablaze with light and shrouded in the deepest shadows. Kujasi spent several minutes observing this with a look of contemplation. An observer would be forgiven for thinking that the Lion was caught up in the stunning beauty of one of nature's oldest miracles. But Kujasi did not see the sunset as the fiery soul of the world, he did not admire the contrast between light and shadow, he did not ponder his own insignificance before such a powerful reminder of the sheer undeniable glory of the Great Kings.

No, Kujasi was blind to this. All he saw was the opportunity offered by the darkness which would shield him from hostile eyes. His reflections were in fact calculations on how to avoid being silhouetted against the sun and how many hours were left until he reached the Pride. He estimated that it was a six hour journey and he had been traveling for at least four. He did allow himself a moment of sentimentality though - his father had loved watching the sunset. Kujasi had made sure to join him on a suitably spectacular one before slicing his throat.

He could remember how the blood gleamed in the sun. He could remember how the thick, red liquid flowed and choked the life out of the one that he called 'father'. But as fast as those thoughts approached him he pushed them away, focusing on the vast landscape of acacia trees and dry grass that lay before his eyes. The scenery rarely changed, although he was a rouge and had been to a few places in his lifetime. Always travelling, occasionally resting. But now a land, a lush land teeming with life, was opening an opportunity for his Pride.

As the sun sank lower in the sky, Kujasi moved steadily back to his leader. Coming closer, he could hear sharp noise piercing the air. Celebrations? But as he got closer it all got clearer - they were not cries of joy.

Ever cautious he slowly worked his way around a small mound, topped by a tree. Low to the ground and concealed by grass, he observed the scene before him. He recognised his Pride. Three Lions and three Lionesses, he also counted two other Lions and a Lioness that he did not recognise. Judging by the fearful looks and how the Lioness was sobbing by the body of a dead Lion, they were not new additions to the Pride. He counted two more corpses, both of which were Lionesses.

Satisfied that the situation was under control he stood up and advanced towards his King to make his report, and casually noted that the two Lions that were alive were in fact adolescents with tufts of hair that did not quite deserve to be called manes. By the look of the bloody scratches and torn, roughed up fur, he knew they had fought. But obviously not well enough.

His Pride mates looked up warily at the sound of Kujasi's footsteps, but their looks of suspicion faded away when they realised who it was. Noticing who it was, King Jehanum signalled for Kujasi to wait.

Looking up at his King, Kujasi could not help but admire the stronger, bigger muscles on the older lion. Signs of age were drawn in wrinkles across his aging face, but King Jehanum was in his prime. His maroon eyes had watched the death of many lions, and the wrinkles across his forehead gave him a permanent fierce expression. With a mane that was a deep brown and fur the colour of desert sand, Jehanum was a sight to behold. And when he spoke, his voice was a rough one of an older person, but low enough to sound intimidating.

"I am going to make a deal with you," he rumbled, frowning at the sight of the two adolescents. "Your sister over here is too pretty of a lioness to go to waste...yet you two fight like weaklings," he growled, and walked up to the pair.

"No, please don't touch them! Please!" The Lioness that was sobbing looked up and shouted at him.

"Silence!" He roared. "You Lionesses are always so noisy!"

Turning back to the pair, he grabbed the throat of one of them with his paw, choking him and pinning him down to the ground.

"How does the idea of a fight...excite you?"

"A fight?" The Lion asked in surprise, gaining an irritated squeeze around the throat.

"Yes, a fight. You see, I have certain needs and my dear Tauni... well she's fed up. I think for the good of our relationship we should take a break from each other, see other creatures." The King said, matter-of-factly as if he was telling a friend about some minor domestic issue.

The pinned Lion's puzzlement briefly overcame his fear. What in the name of the Great Kings was this mad Lion talking about?

At this point Jehanum turned and gave a pointed look at the young Lioness. Barely out of her teens, she flinched at his gaze as if it was fire.

"And I have to say, your sister really is a fine young thing, I remember what if feels like when their young -" The King said sinisterly before his captive interrupted.

"No! You sick piece of - aacch!" The Lion shouted in revulsion before a paw blow to the throat shut him up.

Jehanum looked down in contempt at the younger Lion who was clutching his throat and gasping for air.

"Didn't your father tell you not to interrupt? Guess he was a useless parent as well as a weakling... and that brings me back to the point. I'm disappointed; you see, we spent over a week tracking your pathetic little Pride. We watched and lurked, planning when and how to strike, and frankly I can't help but feel let down. I was expecting him to provide some entertainment." He said wistfully.

The younger Lion had recovered enough to look in shock and increasing fear at the lunatic that held his life in his paws. Jehanum only continued.

"Instead your old man went down almost embarrassingly quickly. Same for the other two Lionesses. Hell, we had it so easy that we actually took you two alive just because you were too weak to be of any threat. So now I need something to make up for it. You, to be precise."

"Me?" He asked fearfully.

"Yes, you and your brother. My proposition is simple. You will fight each other until one of you kills the other."

"Your insane, you twisted monster." The other brother yelled out.

"Pity your claws weren't as sharp as your tongue... or Daddy might still be around." Jehanum taunted before continuing. "Still I can see that you care more for your brother than your sister."

"What the hell are you talking about!" The other Lion growled but his sibling's eyes were widening in realisation.

"I'm not a Lioness, so I can't say for sure - but I'd say getting raped by your father's killer before being shared out amongst the Pride is a lot worse than dying quickly in a battle at a loved one's claws."

"You - you monster!"

Kill? Kill his brother to save his sister? Nothing in his short life had prepared the Lion for anything like this. It was either one choice or another.

"No, please don't do it!" The Lioness cried, but she was quickly silenced by a lion who struck her hard across her face.

"No...Chura - we are going to protect you until the day we die. That is what we promised our father," the other Lion who wasn't getting pinned down by Jehanum spoke up. His eyes did not mirror those of his brother. There was a coldness to them, for he had made his choice. "Come Korofi. Let us fight... I love you."

"This can't be..." Korofi shook his head, not believing what was happening. He closed his eyes tight, convinced that it was a nightmare. But when he reopened them, the nightmare in front of him did not fade awa, painfully anchoring him to the reality of the situation. "Msaada, please..." he spoke, "there has to be another way!"

"Of course there is," Jehanum answered coldly. "Lionesses, take her away," he said, gesturing to the Lioness who was sobbing and struggling and screaming.

"No!" Msaada, the older of the two brothers, roared in protest. "Korofi. Do not be a coward. Stand up and fight me!"

In the darkest of times, his brother was showing his true nature. He would go to great lengths to protect his sister, but at the cost of another life - his own brother. It was not the wisest decision that Korofi had seen. Words of protest died on his lips. If one of them was going to die today, he would rid the world of at least one monster. He didn't trust Msaada to keep his sister safe.

"If I kill him, what happens?" He asked.

"I give my solemn word under the eyes of the Great Kings and Nina herself that I will not lay a single paw on your sister once the victor has ended his brother's life." Jehanum's sheer malicious cruelty gleamed in his eyes and it was terrifying.

Korofi slowly got to his paws. He thought about attacking the monstrosity besides him but knew that it would be pointless. He'd seen him in combat, and besides, he had obligations to his sister and the memory of his father. The thing that scared him most, the thing that made him want to curl up and cry his heart out - wasn't fear of pain nor grief. It was... just how quickly he found himself eyeing up his brother for weak spots. Just how quickly he had come to terms with fratricide. And just how much more he valued his own life than that of the brother he had loved, fought and played with for his entire existence.

The two siblings faced each other, drawing claws and roaring, thinking silent prayers for forgiveness and victory.

The air stood very still, the invisible strings of tension drawing out on the silence as the brothers eyed each other down. Their sister Chura was shouting in the background but that was a sound that both of them pushed to the back of their minds. This was wrong, thought Korofi. So very, very wrong. But the ferociousness in the eyes of his brother told him that there was no going back. With a sudden leap, Msaada attacked his brother. His own kin.

Korofi was lucky and fast enough to dodge the deadly blow that nearly struck into his skull. Stepping to the side quickly, he intercepted Msaada's paw with his own and tossed it to the side, throwing his brother off balance.

No, this was not a fight for play between two brothers. This was a fight to the death.

Now in the heat of battle Korofi saw Msaada as an opponent. A Lion to beat down and defeat.

Thinking these thoughts caught him off guard slightly for the shortest of seconds, and in a flash Msaada was on top of him, pinning his back to the ground with claws outstretched and jaws ready for the kill. Korofi knew where it was going, and he lashed back with his own teeth, fiercely defending his throat. The brothers struggled for a while, trying to best each other and go for the killing hold. Roaring determinedly, Korofi slashed at his opponent's eyes, temporarily blinding him and gaining a loud roar of pain. Seeing how much it worked, Korofi rapidly gave him quick cuts along his face, drawing lines of blood that flowed down his muzzle and landed on Korofi himself.

Hot, warm and fresh blood. The very same blood that coursed through him was dripping onto him.

But the attacks were to no avail. Msaada showed no signs of weakening, much less letting go of his tight hold on Korofi. His jaws were still as dangerous and now they looked even more so with all the coating of his own blood. Seeing that there was no choice, Korofi knew that this had to be done slowly. Without thinking for another second, he brought his own teeth down onto his brother's leg.

The effect was almost instantaneous. His brother cried out in pain. But Korofi was deaf to it, his instinct to kill taking over his mind. Clamping his jaws down even harder, he was almost satisfied to hear a small crack. This was it. It was nearly done. Pushing his own teeth to the limit, he opened it for the slightest moment and brought it down hard. A sickening snap was heard, and Korofi pulled backwards on Msaada's paw, causing his opponent to fall forwards.

Growling, he shoved the other lion off and stood up, haunches raised high. There on the ground was a Lion, making a terrible noise of pain that would have chilled any normal onlooker to the bone. It was only then that he realised that the injured lion was yelling something at him.

"Please!" The lion was literally crying, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the blood on his muzzle. "Korofi please! We don't have to do this! I take my words back!"

"Finish him!" King Jehanum roared. "Show him who the stronger Lion is!"

His mind still razing from his burst of instinct, Korofi, wild-maned and snarling, came forward to deliver the finishing blow.

His brother's pleas were cut short when Korofi's jaws closed around his throat. There was a sickening noise as Korofi twisted his head violently from side to side before jerking away, taking a chunk of his brother away with him. His brother's heart beat on for several seconds in vain, and hot blood spurted out of the gaping wound. The victorious Lion looked down at the ruin that was his brother; the eyes still wide open, frozen with an expression of pain and terror. Korofi stood there in complete shock. After the raw adrenaline it was as if his mind had thrown a switch. Suddenly he was swaying and dizzy with tiredness, his mind swept away by the enormity of what he had done.

Slowly he noticed a pressure on his side that tapped lightly and repeatedly. Looking up, he saw Jehanum patting him gently in congratulations. Korofi gradually became aware of the congratulatory roars as the savage Pride cheered his victory.

"So, not quite the weakling I thought you were. Guess at least one of you had to be a real Lion."

Korofi couldn't make himself respond – his only reaction was to throw up on the corpse of his brother. Jehanum sighed in distaste.

"Now is that anyway to treat... actually go ahead he deserves it. Pathetic waste of fur." He laughed before spitting onto the body.

Korofi wanted to strike him, but that rage like any other emotion quickly faded. His world now only consisted of getting his sister out of there. She would probably hate him. He would probably hate him, but he couldn't let his brother die in vain.

"Just let us go." He said finally, not able to come up with anything more sophisticated.

"Ah, of course. Time to release you." Jehanum said with cold cruelty.

Korofi didn't have time to react as he was smashed to the ground by a paw to the head and then felt sharp claws rake his gut, cutting deep into him and sliding past an organ. He screamed in pain and shock.

"Oooh, that looked like it hurt." Jehanum commented as his victim started to black out. Noticing that, the King frowned once more.

"Oh no you don't." Jehanum said, clawing him across the face. "Stay awake for just a little while longer." He said soothingly.

By this point a dirty-gold Lion with a light brown mane was dragging Chura.

"You... promised." Korofi choked out.

"I swore that I wouldn't lay a paw on your sister. I can wait a while for my enjoyment. Shetani here on the other hand..." He clarified.

The new Lion grinned wickedly as he shoved the poor lioness to the ground.

"Don't be gentle, take as long as you want. Make sure he gets to see the worst of it though. I think he has about an hour left with that wound. If she dies first - kill the idiot."Jehanum said pointing at the wounded Lion, before walking away. Kujasi walked after him to make his report.

The Korofi managed to gasp a question.

"Why?"

The King stopped and turned to the broken Lion.

"Because I felt like it and you weren't strong enough to stop me. That's another lesson your daddy should have taught you. Glad I could be of service." He explained simply before striding off once more, Chura's screams a pleasant melody in his ears.

He had indeed gotten his share of entertainment for today – now he hoped that Kujasi would bring him even more.