The blast didn't make it to WarMonger's face. He felt something warm on his face and realized that it was blood. He looked up and saw that it was The Beastess growling angrily at SkullMaster with both her bleeding hands on the hand which had the ring. Her copper-brown eyes glowed as she glared with her heart full of hatred at the man whom she thought was the rightful heir of the throne of the King of the West, the man who tried to kill her.
While SkullMaster and The Beastess struggled with each other, Norman and Virginia rushed over to help WarMonger up the balcony. That's where WarMonger had a good glimpse of The Beastess. The red flaming hair, the scaly skin, the towering height and forceful strength...yet those eyes filled with a sort of emotion that only he knew. The emotion of someone who lived a life as lonely as he was. The emotion of someone who had loved and lost somebody, just like he did when he had the crush on Virginia. The emotion of someone who would go to the ends of the earth for that person she loves, even if it means having to face and endure that unrequited love all alone, just like he was.
They both share the same emotion—loneliness and heartbreak.
"Is she the Keeper of this castle?" WarMonger asked as soon as he was on the solid floor of the balcony.
"Looks like it," Norman replied as he stared at the two towering mountains fighting each other.
"Can anybody tell me what's going on here?" Virginia, who finally had her head clear out of the excitement. "What are you guys doing here? What am I doing here?"
"We'll explain later. We gotta check out the others."
"The others?"
As Norman led WarMonger and Virginia inside the castle, SkullMaster and The Beastess continued fighting with each other. The rain beat mercilessly on their bodies and the roof and thunder rolled. The lightning flashed badly, threatening to hit them into oblivion. They fought they've never fought before. They have fought really bad battles, like SkullMaster fighting alongside with the crew when the pirates decided to raid their ship and The Beastess fighting for Max to save him from the wolves, but this was different. This was a hectic battle as they fought for their own reasons: SkullMaster to fight for the throne and The Beastess to fight for the wellbeing of the castle. She knew that if this skull-faced monster gets control of the world, everything she had guarded for would be gone and everyone would suffer, including her beloved Max.
She had to save him from this evil man. She had had pledged herself to be his loyal guardian and his faithful friend. And she was going to fulfil that pledge.
Even if it means dying for him.
"Give it up, Red Girl!" SkullMaster growled as he aimed a punch on her face. "The throne is mine!"
"Never! I will never let the throne go to the likes of you!" The Beastess aimed a sock on his gut.
"You think? I'm the rightful heir of the throne and I suggest that you let it to me before I make you wish that you're never born!"
"You're not the heir! You're never the heir! I can see it in your eyes. The eyes are the window of a person's soul, and I can see that your soul is as black as your heart!"
"When I'm through with you, I'm gonna be out there ruling the world, and I'm gonna be out there taking control of everything! Everything will be under my grasp, their lives, their fates, their destinies, everything! Including your darling little master Maxwell Deanhart!"
The Beastess was shocked. She had used the windows of the soul, not knowing that she had exposed her window of soul to him. Her shame of being discovered slowly boiled into anger. With a burst of energy, she grabbed his throat and held him off the roof, threatening to drop him down the hard ground below.
"Come on! Drop me! Drop me down and see if you can live with it!" SkullMaster challenged. "Drop me now and return to your bestial ways! How would you like that? What a release, eh?"
The Beastess glared hard at SkullMaster. Slowly, his words began to eat through her. She began to remember the days she had with Max. Max had been tolerating her mad tantrums and savage ways ever since he appeared in her life. He taught her how to read, how to use her cutlery properly, how to dress, how to live life and how to have fun. He had taught her everything her parents never tried to teach her. Her parents were harsh and cruel and never gave her what she wanted. They told her life was a cold, cruel reality and nobody loved her. She was abandoned when she was 5 and she had been in the streets since, protecting herself against the harms of the world with her temper and her violence. No one bothered to civilize her. No one bother to care about her.
No one but Maxwell Deanhart.
She realized that if she were to let go of SkullMaster to his death, she would be no different than the person she was before. Everything Max had done for her would go up in smoke, gone with the rain. She would not be worthy of Max. She would not be able to face him if she had done this despicable crime.
She had to let him go.
She backed away, still holding SkullMaster's throat. She lowered him onto the ground and stared right at the face of a surprised SkullMaster. Before throwing him onto the ground, she only said one thing.
"Get out."
"Beastess!"
The Beastess spun round and saw Max standing at the balcony of one of the castle's towers, holding out his hand to her. She quickly went up to him as fast as her arms and legs could carry her as she made her way up on the roof. She could see the rest of his gang, including Virginia, waiting for her to get up to them. There were some people seemingly apprehensive at the sight of her but it didn't matter. Max was there, and she will protect and guard him with her life, no matter what it takes.
"Max...My Little Master..." The Beastess breathed the words as she took his hand. "You came back."
Max smiled as he gestured some people to pull her up. WarMonger was one of them, and that was when their eyes met. The Beastess was surprised to see the oddity before her. She thought she was the only one in this whole wide world who looked like a hideous freak of nature. She never expected someone to be the same as she was. Somehow, at that split second, she felt that there was something similarity between her and this creature.
Before she get to know more of WarMonger, she suddenly felt a painful stab on her side. She let out a roar of pain as she realized that SkullMaster had snuck up behind her and blasted her with the ring. She could feel that the blast was fatal. She began to slip out of reality and she had lost her grip on the balcony railings. WarMonger quickly reached over and grabbed her cape. Max saw the smug look of victory on SkullMaster's face as he reached over the balcony railings. He couldn't let him get onto the tower. Everything would repeat itself again if he did. Without realizing, he grabbed his father's trident and let out a loud yell as he stabbed it deep into SkullMaster's heart. Blood squirted everywhere, even onto Max, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was keep him away from the railing and away from the castle.
"This is for my Dad."
Those were the last words SkullMaster heard and a pair of sky-blue eyes filled with hate and contempt was the last thing he saw before he was blasted out of the trident's grasp and fell to the solid ground below.
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