Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate
Chapter 259: The Goddess Of Death

Chapter 259: The Goddess Of Death

Cassandra perched herself on the ruined throne of her father. The half-melted throne was a picture of ruin and yet her triumph over the tyranny of Arkiam. Her face rested on her bent hand as her elbow rested on the partially dissolved armrest.

Siroos picked up the severed head of Kalthian from his half-burnt flaming hair, letting it dangle with fresh blood dripping like rubies. It left a trail behind him; Siroos ambled towards his mate with a snickering, victorious grin.

A muffled painful scream constantly emitted from Kalthian’s ajar burnt mouth. Like a horror puppet face with blackened charred skin which refused to heal, his horror-stricken eyes watched the goddess of love watch his demise in satisfaction.

Her plump lips were pulled at both sides in what he could only assume was a smile of her revenge over him.

"My Malakti, my goddess. As promised." Siroos casually placed Kalthian’s face in her feet and stepped back. Unscathed after such a battle, Siroos revealed his raw power and strength to the onlooking gods.

"Pride swells deep in my heart for you, Siro." Cassandra beamed and turned her attention towards the scorched remains of the god of fire, letting out a cynical chortle at the irony.

The god of fire burnt by fire.

Picking up her feet, Cassandra placed it on the middle of his face and pressed it down further into the hard ground.

Kalthian screeched like a banshee. "Pl–ease....forgive, I was wrong....have mercy..."

Cassandra let a snort roll out of her mouth. People like Kalthian, drunk on the power they held, never learnt or became better. They enjoyed the misery of others and basked in it.

She leaned down, the smile replaced by an angry snarl.

"Did you show me mercy when I asked for it? Did you feel any shard of remorse for the people you killed? There is no forgiveness for you Kalthian, only torments for an eternity." She applied more pressure on his face, pressing him further into the ground.

The other gods watched him and his demise with pity but no one stepped in. It was a family drama, after all, as they had previously labelled it.

Siroos watched in smug satisfaction and so did his spirits. The power of fire had settled into the pit of his belly and he could feel it course through him, shifting the power dynamics inside him.

The others could sense it, too; he had risen to the level of ancient gods, and others would think twice before crossing him or his mate.

The thickness in the air rippled with a dark energy beside Cassandra. Everyone turned their heads to watch as the black thickness thinned out, only to be replaced by a gorgeous woman. The Goddess of Death stood as an ethereal presence, draped in an aura that seemed to pull the very light from the air around her.

Her long black hair cascaded like an endless midnight river, flowing freely as though untouched by gravity, each strand shimmering faintly with a dark, otherworldly sheen. Her eyes, as black as the abyss, held an unsettling depth, reflecting neither light nor emotion but the void of eternity itself as if she had trapped endless souls in her eyes.

Her slender figure was adorned in a gown of shadowy silk that clung to her like a living thing, its hem trailing into a mist that coiled and writhed upon the ground like a snake. The pale, almost translucent skin contrasted starkly with the darkness of her hair and eyes, giving her the appearance of a phantom or a mysterious figure caught between worlds.

In her hands, she carried a scythe forged from obsidian and silver, its blade sharp enough to cut the threads of life itself. Around her neck hung a pendant of a skeleton, carved from bone and glowing faintly with a cold, silver light. The air around her was frigid, carrying whispers of souls long departed and a faint scent of ash.

Despite her fearsome presence, there was a solemn beauty to her—a quiet, almost mournful grace that spoke of her role as both an end and a beginning. She was not merely a harbinger of death but a guardian of the balance between life and the beyond, a figure feared, revered, and understood only in the stillness of the final breath.

"Goddess of love and god of beasts and now fire. The ones who outsmarted my sister and emerged victorious from the Underworld. I should say I am impressed," she drawled out, her voice heavy and screechy.

Cassandra stood up from the throne and eyed the goddess, understanding she was here sensing the temporary deaths of Arkiam and Kalthian. Stepping closer she whispered in her ear. A shiver Cassandra felt from being in her proximity. The woman held nothing but extreme cold and void.

"I know you colluded with your sister. You can lose your position over such an offence if I am to bring that forth in front of the council." Cassandra asserted.

The goddess of death sucked in a deep breath, knowing their secret was exposed.

"What are you saying?" The woman in black asked, unblinking and regarding Cassandra carefully.

"Goddess of Oath is a dear friend to us now. I can put a word through to lessen your punishment and you won’t have to lose your position...." Cassandra dangled the suggestion, waiting for her to take the bait.

"What do you want in return?" Death goddess knew there was a motive behind this and she could sense Kalthian and Arkiam’s trapped souls.

Cassandra turned and pointed first towards Kalthian’s severed head and then to Arkiam’s.

"I want them sealed away and tormented just like they did with me and many other innocent souls. They need to pay for the crimes they have committed. Take them away." Cassandra announced this for all the gods to hear.

Arkiam wailed and called out to his fellow gods but they remained silent just as they had done when she was punished.

They inhaled loudly and the god of wisdom stepped forward. He placed a warm hand on Cassandra’s shoulder and said wisely.

"I know you have been wronged, and no one stepped up, but your action will have dire consequences. Think again for a second, my child."

Cassandra shook her head with a mirthless laugh. Siroos’s haunting voice chimed in her brain.

’Don’t listen to the old god. Do as you wish.’

"I have thought long and through. And I want these conceited gods gone. They didn’t only hurt me but other innocent souls, too, including my mother and my mate. I will never forgive them. My love will never extend to them," she declared and shrill pleading voices of Arkiam and Kalthian rang out asking her to show mercy and let them regain control.

"I am indebted to you. I claimed your soul last time and placed it in a human, locking away your powers. But this time I will do right by you."

The air was still heavy and laced with the acrid scent of charred remains and the faint metallic tang of ozone when the goddesss of Death stalked towards them like a grim shadow. Her black eyes, fathomless and unblinking, surveyed the scene with neither pity nor triumph now, only the cold certainty of her purpose Cassandra had given her.

The crumpled forms of the god of Thunder, Arkiam, his cruel eyes now dulled, and the god of Fire, Kalthian, his head and body charred beyond recognition. Their mouths open in perpetual horror of what was about to take place.

The scythe in her hand, its obsidian blade glinting with a sinister light, seemed to hum with anticipation as she extended it toward them. A faint mist rose from their broken bodies, the essence of their divine souls trembling as if reluctant to leave the vessels they had once commanded with such arrogance.

"Your time is over," her voice, came as a haunting melody of finality, echoed across the silence, each word carrying the weight of inevitability. The tendrils of mist coiled toward her, drawn by an unseen force, as her scythe arced gracefully through the air, severing the lingering threads that bound them to this plane.

They screeched one last time, pleading to anyone who would listen, but Cassandra held their fates in the palm of her hands, and she was done showing mercy to people who wronged her and her mate.

The souls, glowing faintly with the remnants of their once-mighty power, floated toward her, shrinking under her unyielding gaze before vanishing into the pendant at her neck—a skeleton that now pulsed with a faint, cold light. The ground beneath her seemed to shiver as if acknowledging the sovereignty of death itself. The whole island trembled and began to crumble slowly; the abode was linked to Arkiam and with him gone, nothing would remain.

The gods vanished, returning to their abodes and realms. The show was over.

The goddess of death without a backward glance, turned, fading into the shadows she had come from, leaving only silence and the haunting absence of two gods who had once roared against the heavens.

Only Siroos and Cassandra lingered as he collected her in his reassuring arms and whispered.

"Let’s go home, Asara."