While King Sirus looked down at an injured Argus he advanced toward him.  “I can feel your blood raging with hatred, Argus. Let us finish it, NOW!”  Sirus implored. The King could feel him hesitating, and Argus once again heard Stacia’s words resonating in his ears. As Argus rose from the floor he replied, “My destiny lies within my faith, not Athana!”

A fierce battle began between King Sirus and Argus. On the sidelines, their respective armies waited, watching the battle between good and evil play its final hand. During the course of the assault, Argus disarmed the King and brought his sword back to inflict the final blow. At the sight of Sirus’ willingness to receive his fate Argus abruptly stopped and threw down his weapon. It would have been too easy and since Argus’ body was pumping with adrenaline, the two began hand-to-hand combat that concluded with King Sirus beaten down and breathless. Argus rose and went over to pull the weapon that was used to kill Stacia from Siridean’s still quivering body. Argus looked over at King Sirus and declared, “Let us finish.” As the King sluggishly began to rise, Argus rushed across the room, pinning King Sirus to the chamber wall. Holding Siridean’s rapier to the King’s throat he uttered, “I will not give you the satisfaction of dying in this chamber. Instead, you and your followers will die outside while looking into the hollowed eyes of your beloved pumpkins, for their souls are as empty as yours!” King Sirus looked through Argus with piercing eyes and screamed, “Your soul will never be freed unless you unite with me NOW!” Argus could sense desperation in the King’s voice and began to realize that the last well was, in fact, for Sirus’ blood. The ritual could not be completed until the Unholy Trinity symbol engraved in the floor was filled with King Sirus’ blood that had been drawn in anger by Argus. The King proceeded to taunt Argus who coolly looked back into his eyes and said, “If my soul will never be free again, than neither will yours.” Looking at his knights Argus instructed, “Take them all outside and into the pumpkin patch.”

Sirus, seething with anger bellowed, “NOOOOOOOO!!!!”

Argus’ knights began removing each of the disciples’ armor and tore the robes from their bodies. Next they took each disciple and, one by one nailed them to long wooden stakes. In agony, King Sirus’ disciples were passed hand over hand out of the chamber, through the corridors of the castle, and into the streets where they were paraded like trophies in the pristine pumpkin patch.

All that remained in the King’s chamber were the 13 glowing pumpkins perched around Sirus’ throne. Unbeknownst to all, these pumpkins were grown from the seeds that had been gathered from the pumpkin which had saved Sirus’ life and mixed with Sirus’ life blood during his first encounter with Argus. They began to bleed from their eyes as all the members of King Sirus’ inner circle were extracted from the chamber. The blood flowed down their carved faces and continued to drain down the steps of his throne forming a stream, flowing toward the collecting channels.