PHOTO PROMPT © Nancy Richy
“You must accept this as the good,” shouted Bel as he forced Zad’s head under the fountain’s surface. “I was victorious and I am the messenger of light and goodness.”
He struggled to hold Zad beneath the surface but his hands had been made strong and the preternaturally blue waters gave him power. Bel felt the life beginning to leave Zad as he heard the mighty roar from his adoring followers surge behind him.
“Let him go.” The voice was tiny but still audible. “You said you were kind and merciful.”
“Only to my fans,” gloated Bel as Zad died.
