Zaros didn't answer. He just smiled and looked at Amascut with a patronizing expression. The goddess growled and slapped Zaros across the face, sending him back to the sand.
"You think you can beat me?" Amascut roared, standing over Zaros's prone body. "You think you can kill Sarraphar and my Claws of the Devourer and get away with it? Just waltz out of the desert and leave me forever? I swore on that day, over a decade ago, that I would have my revenge. And here you are, just as I vowed."
"So, now that I'm in your power," Zaros replied, sitting up and staring into Amascut's emotionless face. "What are you going to do?"
It was Amascut's turn to smirk. "I was originally going to kill you, but you've become far too valuable for that. You have real power now." Amascut held out her hand, and a black magic began to encircle it. "No, now you are going to join your General as my slave. I will rule the Empire, with you as my mask!"
Aithama appeared beside him and ripped the desert cloak off him, revealing his bare back to the goddess. "You're making a mistake, Amascut," Zaros warned.
"So you say," she replied, and she put her black, burning hand to Zaros's back.
Zaros screamed in pain as the dark magic flooded into his skin. He fell to the ground, his back burning. Amascut and Aithama stood triumphant over him.
"Now, Aithama," Amascut announced, "we will rule the Empire!"
"Think again," Zaros replied through a grimace.
Amascut looked down at the fallen Emperor, and her eyes widened. "No!"
On Zaros's back, there was no tattoo. It had a few burn marks, but the huge black serpent that adorned Zamorak's back was not there.
"How?" Amascut demanded.
Zaros rolled away and jumped to his feet. "I'm not just a kid anymore, Amascut. I'm a god now. You have no power over me!" Zaros turned and ran toward Zamorak.
"Kill him!" Amascut ordered, and Aithama reacted, leaping toward the Emperor.
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