Chapter 19 – No POV

The Ellimist laughed, his voice ringing through the galaxies, older than the stars themselves. As he laughed, it seemed as if the whole universe laughed along with him. His voice was that of laughter – manipulative, yet merry.

YOU LOSE, CRAYAK.

Crayak's blood-red eye practically burst with rage. From his throne, he had witnessed something that he himself had never experienced… something that cast him apart from the rest of the universe.

Love.

He had chosen carefully. The one human that couldn't love. He saw darkness and hate inside her. Crayak knew that this one, this one girl, could perhaps shorten his quest to total and complete destruction of all the worlds. It was his only love. His love was to kill. And kill he did.

Glaring at the Ellimist, Crayak grasped his throne in anguish. How could he lose? He had planned everything. After losing all her memories, the girl, (Rachel as she was called on earth), would be transformed into a beast. A beast that was programmed to kill – programmed. Without memories, she would be a killing machine. It was perfect.

Crayak turned to the Ellimist and felt his blood boil. He had to follow the rules. The plan had to be somehow imperfect, giving the humans a chance to succeed. Of course, Crayak didn't think… not in a millennia…

The Ellimist had chosen love. If Rachel could find true love, she would slowly be returned to normal. Crayak had laughed at this, boasting that Rachel could never find love. He would win.

But, Crayak had not looked long enough. Deep down underneath all of her bravery and valor, she was still prone to love. She had a soft spot. A soft spot for a miserable nothlit boy by the name of Tobias…

This boy, he was the death of Crayak.

"I will not lose," Crayak snarled, glaring at the Ellimist.

YOU HAVE ALREADY LOST. TRUE LOVE. WHO KNEW YOU WOULD BE DEFEATED BY LOVE, CRAYAK?

"Do not mock me, Ellimist."

OH, BUT I WILL.

Crayak moved in his throne, standing up and fixing his red eye his sworn ememy. The Ellimist laughed again.

REMEMBER THE RULES, CRAYAK.

Crayak stared fiercely at the Ellimist, yearning to kill him. To rip him apart and throw his body to the Howlers… but, he couldn't. The rules bound him.

Glaring, Crayak spoke again, voice ringing with confidence and rage.

"Next time, Ellimist… next time I will get your humans…"

THE END

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