Excerpt: To Kill a God

“What was it like?”

I looked up from my book. “What was what like?” He had appeared out of nowhere. I hated it when he appeared out of nowhere.

He nodded his head toward the trophy wall. “What was that like? What was it like to kill a god?” He walked over to one of the skulls attached to the wall, stuck his face right up to it, and smelled it.

I put my book down and looked at him. “Are you smelling that?” He was such a creep sometimes. He turned around on his heels, looking at me expectantly with dead eyes.

“So?” He crossed his arms, letting me know that he was going to keep pressing the subject until I answered him. He was relentless sometimes. Like a damn dog with a bone.

I rolled my eyes at him and sighed disgustedly. This was so pointless, and yet it happened every time. ”It’s a rush,” I slouched down in the couch. “Is that what you want to hear?” I hated having to talk about this with him. Every once in a while, he’d bring it up. My job. Like he hadn’t already asked that question and gotten an answer a million times before. Like he wasn't a par of it. Like he hadn't done the same job ages before I showed up. “Why do we have to go through this again?”

“What was it like to kill this one specifically?” He traced the ocular cavity of the skull with a slender finger, completely ignoring my question. The violet of his eyes came to life. They could have burned a hole through my forehead, his stare was so intense.

I narrowed my eyes and clenched my teeth. We were going to go there. Again.

“You already know. I’ve already told you.” He didn’t respond. “He was the greatest challenge I’ve had to date,” I started, standing up to counter his dominance over the room. “Despite not being actively worshipped in more than one thousand years, he was still very strong. Very ... willful.”

“Keep going,” he said coldly, still running that slender finger of his along the bleached bone matter. “I want you to tell me the entire story, and I want the truth this time.”