Chapter 314 - The Divided God part 8

I do not have the time, nor the inclination, to tell you all the awful things the God King did to me, the terrible games he played with me, the torments I endured. Eventually he tired of his sport, and he commanded the pieces of my body taken to the remotest corners of his kingdom and hidden, all save my head, which he intended to keep for a trophy.

"Cast the pieces into the darkest pits you can find," he commanded his Clan Masters. "Bury them in the most remote jungles. The deepest rivers. Let no one see where you have hidden them, and tell no one—not even I—the countries you have crossed to carry out my order."

Shortly after they departed, he took my head and carried it to the great wall that surrounded the city. They made a parade of it, a festival. Mortal women cast flower petals on the ground before his feet. There was singing and dancing. Even the inhabitants of the Shol were given a respite from their miseries that day.

Holding my head aloft, Khronos strode through the city. He marched to the great wall and climbed onto the wall walk. He held me high so that all could see what had become of his foe.

"I place you here, above the gates of Uroboros, not because I esteem you as an adversary, Gon of the River People," the God King purred, holding my head in his hands. "I do this so that you can watch as your precious Tanti are dragged here in captivity. I will find them. I will not rest until I have hunted down every single one of them. They will die here, Gon, in degradation and pain, and you will watch it. You will watch them all die. Only then will my victory be complete."

And then he stabbed my head upon a pike.

He pumped his fists into the air and the crowd roared.

"This is the fate of all who dare oppose me!" he shouted. "Witness now, mortal and immortal alike, the fate of any who names me enemy! Challenge me and share the fate of Gon, the Divided God!"