Chapter 447: Challenge for the Throne (2/2)

Chapter 447: Challenge for the Throne (2/2)

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"Prince N'Jadaka of the Golden Tribe challenges Prince T'Challa for the throne!" Killmonger exclaimed, a smug look on his face.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as shocked gasps echoed through the gathered crowd. The rumors that had circulated were proving to be true... the king's long lost brother had indeed spawned a child, and that child had returned to Wakanda. Whispers and discussions spread like wildfire among the attendees, each person processing the implications of this revelation. Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Ñôv€l--B1n.

Amidst the murmurs, T'Challa's gaze remained locked on N'Jadaka, his cousin. It was hard to ignore the truth that was staring him in the face. The bond he thought they had formed, the kinship he believed they shared, was nothing more than a carefully woven facade to manipulate him into this very situation.

As T'Challa pieced together the puzzle, he realized that N'Jadaka had used him from the moment he stepped foot in Wakanda. The false sense of camaraderie, the show of familial connection... all of it was designed to lead T'Challa to this moment. The moment where his birthright was challenged, where his role as the Black Panther was put on the line.

T'Challa's eyes darkened, a mix of anger and betrayal boiling within him. He had defended N'Jadaka, fought for his right to be here, and now it seemed that all his efforts were in vain. He was facing a wolf in sheep's clothing, a shadow that sought to steal his crown and tear apart the very fabric of his existence.

T'Chaka's stepped forward, hoping to somehow put a stop to this. But T'Challa's mind was made up. His eyes never wavered from Killmonger, and with a heavy heart, he spoke the words that his father dreaded the most. "I accept your challenge."

The crowd hushed as a mixture of disbelief and anticipation hung in the air. Killmonger was given ceremonial clothes, a spear, and a shield akin to T'Challa's. The gravity of the situation settled over the ceremonial arena like a storm cloud, casting a foreboding shadow over what was to come.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the ceremonial pool, while torches and bonfires flickered to life, casting long shadows that danced on the water's surface. The backdrop seemed almost surreal, as if nature itself was attuned to the gravity of the situation unfolding before it.

The two contenders faced each other, the tension palpable as they exchanged sharp words, their voices dripping with animosity. "Once this is over, you may return to America. You're no longer welcome in Wakanda." T'Challa spoke, his face hardened, hiding the betrayal that he felt.

Killmonger smirked dangerously. "When this is over, you'll be nothing but a dead body, floating face down in this puddle." He taunted as he turned his head, eyeing T'Challa's family with a bloodthirsty look. "But don't worry, I'll be sure to take care of that sister of yours... after I kill your father, of course. As for your mother... Well, I wouldn't mind keeping her around. Do you think she knows how to throw that a*s back? I wouldn't mind seeing that while I kick back on my new throne."

Gasps filled the air once again as everyone heard Killmongers vulgar words. Most among the tribes were angry and shocked that someone would say such things about their royal family. But a few lecherous tribesman turned to discreetly admire their queens backside, unconsciously picturing exactly what Killmonger spoke of.

The Ancient One felt the urge to kill. "Men are disgusting..."

"Huh?! Who's there?" T'Chaka calls out, confusing his family.

"Are you okay?" His wife asked, knowing just how stressed her husband must be right now because she feels the same.

The voice appeared again. 'It's me, Spider-Man. Don't talk out loud. I'm using telepathy to speak to you. Just think and I'll hear you.'

"Yeah, sorry. I'm just worried..." T'Chaka nodded to his wife, who immediately returned her attention to the fight. 'How can you help? I can't even do anything and I'm the King. And if outsiders interfere in favor of T'Challa, then he'll never be accepted by Wakanda again...'

Peter's voice returned again. 'Did you you forget that I can do magic? Just say the word and T'Challa's opponent will slip in the water. Or perhaps his shield will break? No one will ever know.'

Peter's words were like the devils whispers, sweet and alluring yet unscrupulous and evil. '...' T'Chaka didn't know what to say.

The devils voice continued urging him. 'What are you hesitating for? Who knows what this psycho has planned. You already heard his plans for your family. Do you think he has good intentions towards Wakanda?'

Finally, T'Challa came to a decision. Whether he regrets it or not would remain to be seen. 'Do it. But make sure no one finds out...'

Peter smirked as he snapped his fingers. 'You owe me one...'

And then, in a split second that felt like an eternity, T'Challa saw an opening. Killmonger seemed to slip and fall into the shallow pool, leaving him completely vulnerable. With a fierce battle cry, T'Challa surged forward, kicking his spear up out of the water and catching it with ease. Winding it back, he aimed to the center of Killmonger's stomach.

Seeing this coming, Killmonger held up his shield to block, but the spear sliced right through it, shattering the shield as if it were made of paper. Before Killmongers shocked eyes, the blade of T'Challa's spear connected with deadly accuracy, piercing through his exposed stomach with a sickening squelch.

The world seemed to slow as the two adversaries locked eyes, a mix of shock and realization passing between them. Killmonger's strength wavered, his body betraying him as he sank further into the water, a spear now lodged in his abdomen. The water around them was stained crimson, a stark contrast to the purity of their surroundings.

T'Challa stood before his fallen cousin, his chest heaving with exertion and emotion. The fight was over, the battle won. Killmonger's gaze met T'Challa's one last time, a mixture of pain, defiance, and regret. And then, with a final breath, N'Jadaka, also known as Killmonger, succumbed to his wounds, his journey ending in the place he spent his entire life trying to find.

As T'Challa looked down at the fallen form of his cousin, he couldn't help but wonder how different things might have been if they had grown up together as they should have. Maybe he would have had a loyal brother that he could trust?

With a heavy heart, T'Challa raised his head to the sky, the night sky shining with twinkling stars. He was king now, but he wished that his reign didn't begin with the death of his family.

A/N: 1936 words :)

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