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The Primordial Record novel Chapter 473

Chapter 473 Tracking

In the darkness of space, a bright light flashed and it disappeared soon after. This light appeared inconsequential in the grand void of space, but this was the only indication that the SG–-Harridon and her two thousand crew and Captain were dead or about to die in the case of the Captain.

In the wreckage, an Angel held up the decapitated head of Sir Reynold, it was a now smoldering wreckage, still burning with golden Angelic flames. The face was contorted with pain and despair, but there was still life in this head that was fading slowly, his mouth opened and closed as he tried to curse his enemies but it was futile.

An Earth god took a while to die, if he was left in this state, then without the immediate soul-devouring properties of Rowan it would take a while for him to perish, maybe weeks, months, or even years. An Earth god was the closest thing to the divine.

On the left hand of the Angel was the head of the so-called lover, and he looked at both of them as if weighing them both with his faceless gaze, his featureless golden mask peeled away revealing his beautiful features, this was Erudiel the sovereign, and he was the one that was charged to be the overseer of the area.

Bringing both of the heads together, he brought most of his power to bear and engulfed both of them in flames, what was strange was that the head of the Captain was destroyed faster than the head of his lover, and the last thing Sir Reynold saw was the head of his lover transforming inside the flames to something demonic.

The mouth he leveled to kiss opened so wide it reached her ears and razor-sharp fangs in the hundreds popped out from the mouth, her eyes became a pool of hate and her long blonde hair turned to large pale maggots.

Then she shrieked, her voice was like fingernails on a blackboard.

If Sir Reynold could cry out he would. The scales fell away from his eyes and he realized he was with a Demon all this while, his lover, Shynna…. Yes, Shynna was her name, was already long dead. She died of old age, waiting for him to return. How could he forget? He had been so thrilled with the joys of conquest and power that he forgot the love of his life and allowed her to die a pitiful death alone and rejected.

The only consolation he had in death was to hear the agonized screaming of the demon who had impersonated his wife for so long. He had tainted her memory for so long, that Sir Reynold felt that it was right that both of them should burn.

He savored the pain and wept. 'My love, I'm so sorry….forgive me.'

In two minutes, both heads were ashes and the Angels around Erudiel were long gone. He looked into the distance and frowned, this was the first case they had had, and it was a sign that the amount of time they could keep what had happened here under wraps would soon be at an end.

After the first, there would be the second and the third, and soon the matter of hundreds of Minor Worlds gone silent would shock the entire galaxy. He expected a dull response at first, for such an event to occur was incomprehensible to most, even gods. However their shock would not last forever, and then, there would be war.

Erudiel's golden mask covered his face, "Let them come!"

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