Chapter 3Shit. Think Xan-man, think!
“Um, ok guys? I don’t like this plan. You wouldn’t want to piss off your God-King-to-be, now would ya? ‘Cause I WILL smite you! I will lay down the smite of all smites, so smite-y that they will be talking of it for the rest of time!” Xander meanwhile tried to look as angry as possible, which seemed to work, as the robed guys backed away and huddled together, muttering and occasionally glancing back at Xander on the altar, in all his angry, naked glory.
The huddle broke up and the robed guys came back and took their places in a circle around the altar once more. Robed Guy One approached, taking up a huge sword that had been laying out of sight on the ground beside the altar. In its pommel, an orb glowed with an inky swirling blackness that seemed to pulse in time to Xander’s quickening heartbeat. Not a good sign.
“Look guys, can’t we talk about this? You sure you want to piss your God off like this?” he asked in desperation.
“When you are reborn my Lord, you shall feel differently. And if you are still vexed and smite me, it is a sacrifice I am prepared to make, for your return.” So saying, he lifted the sword and plunged it towards Xander’s chest.
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