[ WP ] You stand in shackles before the king . `` You have angered the gods for the last time ! '' his high priest declares . Stubborn as you ever are , you look to the sky and defiantly reply , `` Prove it . ''

On mobile, and first crack at this kind of thing. 
 
 
 
 The high priest glares down at me. Eyes burning with fury. I ca n't let him win though. Nothing can stop me. `` Your gods mean nothing to me''. I know the slightest hint of laughter in my voice only brings on more rage. The high priest screams at me. Words ripping from his throat, `` Get him out of my court!''. `` Your court, ha!'' I scoff. `` This court belongs to the King, to the people! Ever since you came here, this kingdom has been another place for you to corrupt, to tarnish. You look at us as slaves, dirt. Bring me your gods and-''. I never got finish my words, my defiance. A boot, a pommel, something cold and heavy crashed into the back of my head leaving me black, unconscious. 
 
 My eyes struggled to open. Pain crashed through the back of my head. Fresh throbs of fire. Broken rocks surround me. I knew where I was, The God's Prison. A rough stone strewn gully where any who defied the new court were left to die. `` Bring on your gods'' I muttered to myself, to the sky, to the mutilated corpses around me. I tested the chains binding my body to the rocks behind me. The thought of breaking free from my iron shackles was futile. I would n't let him win. I could n't. A drizzle started falling, slowly picking up as my body fatigued. I slumped down in my bonds. Not in resignation I convinced myself, but in rest. I need my strength. The downpour increased. Heavy drops smashing rocks. I raised my head one last time roaring with everything I had, `` Bring me your gods!''. The last of my strength leaving me, as black surrounded me again. 
 
 `` Show them your gods'' the voice whispered. `` Show them our wrath,'' another cackled. Startled from my slumber, my eyes snap open. `` Who's there?'' I asked. The Maiden approached, grace in every step, white robes clinging to her body. `` You know who we are,'' she whispered. Another beauty approached, bathed in black, a wicked smile on her face. `` And you know what we need you to do! ``, laughed the Mistress. `` I must be dreaming,'' I laughed to myself. `` This is no dream,'' The Maiden whispered, releasing my left arm. `` This is what you want, what we want,'' hissed The Mistress, yanking my right hand free of its torment. Falling to my knees, I rubbed life into my wrists once again. A dagger fell before me, a wicked yet elegant blade. Rough black leather wrapped around the handle, a white blade curving out, and a lone ruby set in the pommel. I looked up searching for The Twins, but could n't find them. `` Save our children,'' The Maiden whispered. `` Show the wretched dog our wrath!'' screeched The Mistress. 
 
 
 
 I had a plan. The walk back to the kingdom walls gave me plenty of time to think. Sticking to the shadows, I approached the castle. The priest's chambers would be right next to the king, and heavily guarded. Scaling the back wall would be impossible. I'd have to find another way. Hiding from the torches, I crept into the kitchen. The priests chalice caught my eye. This is exactly what I need. Placing my blade in the chalice, I reached for the wine. The blood red liquid bathed my blade, erasing it from sight. An apron, and spare robes completed my ruse. Quietly, head down, I approached the guards. My heart racing as they demanded I state my business. Slowly raising the jeweled chalice above my head and kneeling, I allowed the guards to peer into its contents. A grunted `` proceed'' was all I got as the door opened. Quietly, I set the chalice on the desk. My hand dripping with what could have been blood, I removed the blade from its bath. Slowly, quietly, I crept the the priest's bed. My heart pounding in my chest, my brow dripping sweat, I paused to take a breath. `` I know what I must do,'' I whispered to myself. The priest snored, and rolled onto his back. My time was now. I pounced on him, straddling his chest with my thighs. My left hand dove for his mouth, extinguishing a yelp of surprise. My right hand brought the blade to his neck. `` Where are your gods now? ``, was all I asked before slicing into his throat. 
 

