Well, the time has come again for yet another update! Love all the views I've been getting, so be sure to keep reading and REVIEWING. Well, I have done enough blabbing, so without further ado, I present to y'all Chapter 7!

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Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

-Jean Rostand

Scelus licked his paws clean of blood, and turned to the corpse whose life he had just ended. It was a lion with a brown mane and dark brown, almost black, eyes. The reason for his untimely death was that he simply made the mistake of thinking Scelus was a lioness.

To the young killer, this was a capital offense, and a due cause for murder. Scelus turned around, and headed to the northwest, where he knew the Northwestern Plains Pride lived under their king, Marrito.

The young lion crossed the border into the pride's territory, and he made a quick check of his surroundings. A small creek marked the border to the west, and this creek had several large rocks poking up into the air. A large cave was to the north, most likely serving as the den to the pride. Several large date palms together in a line marked the eastern boundary of the kingdom. Two other trees next to one another served as a gateway to the pride from the south, where Scelus had just entered.

The former prince casually strutted north, directly toward the cave that served as the den. After several minutes of walking, the young lion entered the den like any other member of the pride would.

The king was sitting in the middle of the cave, with lionesses to his right, to his left, and behind his rear. The king stared at Scelus with a very confused expression on his face. His mane was white, and his eyes as red as the red moon.

"Who are you young lioness, and why are you here?"

Scelus angrily scratched at the place any other lion's mane would be, and then responded in a voice deeper than the Grand Canyon.

"First of all, NOBODY calls me a lioness. Now that that issue is settled, I shall answer your questions. Who am I? Well, I would consider myself death incarnate, but I go by the name of Scelus. Why am I here?" Scelus laughed darkly, this laugh echoing loudly throughout the cave. "Well, I am here to reunite you with your ancestors. You, my friend, will never see another dawn. I officially challenge you to a fight to the death. If you refuse, I will sadly be forced to kill your entire pride. Now, we wouldn't want that would we?"

"DADDY!"

A young lioness ran to the side of her father, who nuzzled her with great affection. "I don't want you to fight Daddy, I don't want you to get hurt."

"Illya, I have to protect you, your mother, and the rest of the pride. If that means laying down my life to keep you safe, I will gladly do so."

"I love you Daddy."

"I love you too Illya."

Scelus rolled his eyes, and then spoke with sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Aw, what a touching moment. It is such a shame that soon the king will be a mangled and bloody mess on the floor. Well, shall we begin?"

The king unsheathed his claws, and then nodded slowly, waiting for Scelus to make the first move. The other lion obliged, taking a swipe at the king's head. The older lion dodged the blow, and tried to claw at Scelus. The former prince parried the blow, and managed to scratch the king on the left shoulder.

The king growled, seething in anger, and he leaped at Scelus, roaring loudly. The younger lion ducked under the king, and stabbed his claws in his chest. The king rolled away before becoming still. He began to twitch, obviously in extreme and possibly mortal pain from the wound just dealt to him.

Scelus casually walked over the king, laughing hysterically at his struggle.

"You laugh at my pain? You're crazier then I originally thought!"

"I assure you, I'm perfectly sane. But last time I checked, it is a quarter past dead time. Any last words?"

"Yes. You are a bitch."

Scelus chuckled. "Thank you very much." His face began to sport a massive grin, and he put one claw to the king's throat. "Long live the king." The lion swiped his claw to the right, slitting the now former king's throat.

"DADDY! NO!"

The king's former mate walked up to Scelus, and bowed the young lion submissively. "I pledge my allegiance to you…my liege."

Scelus glared at her, and then spat. "I am not your king! I did not kill that…" He motioned to the corpse of the dead king. "To gain power. I did it for the thrill of the fight, for my lust for blood! Find yourself another male, for I am done here!"

With that, Scelus turned around and exited the cave, leaving a pride in absolute shambles.

Well, that is all I am going to write for now. PLEASE don't forget to tell me what you thought in the reviews. They make a writer's day! I will try to have the next chapter up sometime tomorrow morning,, and if I can't do it the, it will be up by nightfall. Until then, goodbye, and it's a pleasure writing for y'all!