Something deadly swirled in my blood changing me from the sweet girl I once was into this evil monstrosity that now cursed the Earth she walked. Holding this once immortal life in my hands...watching her fade away into nothing pleased me. I liked her pain. I was revelling in it. Warmth spread from my stomach and into every part of my body as I gripped tighter on her throat. She wasn't dead yet, no, but she would be. She just had to suffer first. Wet coughs exited her mouth as she held my hands begging for mercy, the blood vessels in her eyes were expanding and beginning to burst, venom slipped into her pores and poisoned her body, leaving it as rotten as she had made this world.
Evil was flowing freely.
"Clarke!" A man screamed, something in me knew him...but nothing and no one could come to mind as I prepared to finish my prey.
"Clarke stop!" He screamed again, loud slams of steel against steel rang in my ears as people began fighting each other. Fighting him.
"Y-you….won't...be...f-f-free." Lexa struggled to get out. I threw her across to a throne where her back snapped as it hit the hard wooden edges. Slowly I stalked towards her, tilting my head, feeling my body slither as more scales grew and took over. My legs were now adjoined, turned into a serpent's tail.
"Whatever do you mean?" I rumbled.
"I made your heart," she coughed, gripping her blistered and bleeding neck. "Stone." she hacked on her own words, gagging as her body shut down.
"I made it stone. It won't break by killing me." She shuddered. I bent down and dragged a long claw down her cheek. Revelling as blood bubbled from where it had traced.
"You have to break it. Break your heart."
"No one will ever break me again." I snarled. And with that, she faded away, crumbling into dust as the toxins finally took their toll on her body. The former Goddess Lexa was no more. Now it was time to destroy the mountain. Everything around me seemed so small, what I once feared was now puny and irrelevant. I was Queen here, I could destroy anyone who harmed me, no longer would I have to cower in my cave miles from anyone, with one look I could rule over everything. The world if I so wished. A woman in a long gown hid behind curtains near the thrones, she shivered behind them, warm with her fear as I was with my rage. I began to creep over there, holding my head up high, before I could pull one of the maroon tapestries back the man called again.
"Clarke please! This isn't you!" He made a sound of struggle, more metal against metal, the sounds of death fueled me further. Something small stirred, doubt...that maybe this wasn't the right thing for me. To take in the evil. Maybe he was correct. But then a knife stabbed me in the shoulder.
"Argh!" I cried. The woman behind ran in a different direction as I reached for the blade, pulling it slowly as blackened blood seeped through my red gown, staining it.
"Wanheda!" The man screamed again. Desperation hung in his voice. I began to look over to silence him when the woman threw herself at me, with another blade in hand, swiping and slashing. I used my arms to cover my face, feeling her dagger cut into my flesh, using one hand I clawed at her, making sure to cut her pretty little face. She screamed and flung herself off of me, rolling onto the floor beside us. Heat surged through me again as I rose, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her up to her feet. I shrieked as I stared into her frightened brown eyes watching as they slowly hardened and went grey, her whole body stiffening under my gaze and her skin turned to deep grey stone. Once her transformation was complete, I shattered the statue with one swipe of my tail.
Something behind me stopped me before I could celebrate my victory, a guttural scream that radiated in pain and agony. My heart pulsed at the sound of it, not knowing what it meant. The sounds of swords clashing one by one caused pain to radiate throughout my body. It was becoming too much to bear on my own, I gripped the sides of my head, feeling the scales begin to dissipate from my skin, the fangs slowly began to recede back into my gums. Looking up into a fallen shield, I saw him. The man who was calling for me, begging for me to stop. Blood and sweat clung to his skin, making his dark curls stick to his forehead, dark eyes filled with fear as he brought his sword to a halt, staring back into my eyes. They held a certain fear, not entirely because of me, but of what I had just done. The mere thought of this man's emotion brought me to my knees. The monster was fighting to regain its control, but as I continued to look at this warrior, coated in his enemies blood, tears soaking his cheeks, leaving small trails from where they had laid their path, I began to weep. Knowing that this had gone too far. I had lost all control, I had lost myself in my hate. I had become my own nightmare, I became what I myself had feared. His eyes widened as he now looked past me at something or someone else.
"Look out!" he cried. I looked into the direction he was staring at, and saw a blade come down, quickly I jumped out of the way. It cut its way through wood and thick fabric, barely grazing the gown I wore, tearing the lower half.
"I don't know who's lost more, Wanheda. My palace or you and your very soul." He sneered. I crouched on the floor trying to regain my composure.
"Had I known you'd have made such a spectacle, I would have invited more guests." His sword sliced through the air again, I dodged but it cut into my leg leaving a dark trail of fresh blood in its wake.
"You put up quite the fight my dearest Gorgon." I began to look up at him to give him the deat hgaze, but as quick as I could look up, the back of his hand slammed into my cheek, knocking me down to the floor. I was too stunned to react, he kneeled beside me, and stuck his knife into the already open wound on my leg, twisting it in and pulling it out before doing it to the other.
"You'll never win. Never. Your head will be on display for the world, for my amusement. This mountain will never fall to you or any other man or God." I tried to catch my breath, holding in all my cries of pain to not let him have any satisfaction, but inside I was screaming. The cuts burned more than I could have imagined, the pain was becoming too much, my shoulder ached, my legs were failing me, I tried to crawl away but he kicked me back down. I heard something in my side crack, it felt like needles digging into my skin.
"How does it feel knowing you've caused all of this?" He snarled. I spit at his shoes, a good helping of dark blood came with it. The nerves inside me were going wild as I gripped my side, trying to protect what I could with what little I had. Cage's maniacal laughter echoed through the fighting. I rolled to my side hearing him raise his sword once more, I tried to get a decent glimpse of him, to hopefully try and catch his eye so this could all be over, but something jumped in the way and fell with a sickly thud.