Shoving its fist into the ground beneath it, a glob of corpses materialized in its grip dripping into the chasm of blood and lava before being crushed as it brought the glob into view of its face. It sniffed the gelatinous mass of flesh and bone, examining it for a moment before its eyes alighted. Snarling with gritted teeth, the creature ignited a ball of fire that charred the mass to a smoldering crisp. As it burned, it melted and charred, bubbling and oozing with puss and bile as the mangled screams of its victims were drowned in the inferno they were trapped in.
Amrielle gritted his teeth, and his eyes watered at the wails he heard. Dammit, he thought, this fucker… what does he even want?
The monster chuckled, and while closing it eyes then swiftly crushed the mass in his hand into ash and dust.
“Grzé dludros mlymktz? ” (What do you want so badly?), he asked.
“…”
The monster was silent for a moment, before opening all 5 of its eyes pointing his gaze the awakened god.
What I want?, it wondered, is it not obvious?
What do you fucking mean?
“Answer me!”, growled Amrielle, “why are you trying to kill me? What have I done to you?”
The monster chuckled again.
Arrogant creature, fumbling in ignorance. You stumble in darkness, wallowing in grief, completely unaware that you are naught but an insignificant speck of dust beneath my fingernails. You believe yourself to be perfect, incorruptible thing, yet you a being of my shared existence dares demand of me that which I have no obligation to give.
As it spoke, the monster lifted itself up, and rose to its full height. Amrielle gasped, watching it tower over him at its full height. He was astonished, just how insanely huge this thing was. Compared to the obelisk behind, it was significantly smaller. Even at its full height, its head barely even reached the base of the stone edifice. Despite this, the fact that Amrielle was small enough to seem like an insect. A small, insignificant speck. The monster was right, compared to Amrielle, he was a hulking, towering god of a monstrosity, and he wasn’t afraid to show it.
You are foolish to think that you can stop me. Foolish indeed, and your arrogance to stand before me in pride shows just how worthless and despicable your tired and delayed existence perturbs me. Impertinence as you become, you are feckless in your assertions as you are powerless to stop me. Me, the greatest and purest of all the cosmos, a holy being given form by the Creator himself. You are nothing before me, and will continue to be nothing beneath me. Just as your mother was as she fled the purity of mine infinite design, and denied me my right.
“What are you talking about?”, asked Amrielle, his mind growing increasingly disturbed.
Amrielle, his mother called, don’t listen to him.
What?
You hear her voice even now, directing your every move, yet you cannot see her face, nor feel her touch, can you? Yes, deceitful little whore she is isn’t she? Always flitting about and never truly loyal or sacred in her nature. She is filthy whore of a woman, a demoness in saint’s cloth. Yet she thinks that can abandon me for what? A bastard of unholy damnation that is you? You!?!
Taking a step forward, the entity stamped its foot down, its sole creating an explosive eruption of flesh and fire. Amrielle’s eye twitched, and a wail turned his focus back to the dragon. Despite being wrapped in the sphere, it was still very much alive. A single eye opened, and Amrielle’s heartstrings tugged as he beheld its Aquamarine eyes. They were beautiful to look at. The dragon moaned, but more tired as Amrielle noticed the veins in its neck pulsating. He recognized what was going on from the times he helped at an animal shelter. The animal’s body was in the process of healing itself.
Good, he thought, watching as the water he created stitched together as much of the wounds as it could.
Boom!
Another footstep.
They were slow and cumbersome, as if the creature had never walked before. It probably true, given the way it was tied to the obelisk, and from the way the feet grated against what he assumed to be the floor of this expanse in the void. Turning back to watch the entity, Amrielle noted that the lumbering beast before him was a muscular build, an inhuman build with muscles everywhere and humanoid lower half that had a…
Wait, what was that?
That looks like a…
It was obscenely; an arrow for a tip with barbs along the shaft and a knot at the base.
“…”
If this was a comedic moment, he would’ve slapped himself in the face for how hot his cheeks were.
Oh… my fucking god.
A dragon dick. Even more fucking great.
A unnamed, muscle dragon-demon-looking thing with 8 arms standing buttass naked with a massive dragon schlong swinging in the breeze; and that’s what makes Amrielle flustered.
Why?, he groaned internally.
Just why?
“Leave me”, said a soft, husky voice.
It was weak, but not indiscernible. It took Amrielle a minute before realizing where it was coming from. He looked back at the dragon, and shocked to see that the voice was coming it.
“Wha-!”, he stammered, “you can talk?!”
“Leave me”, it said, its voice growing clearer.
His mouth flopped, opening and closing like a fish. He was dumbfounded. It can talk, he thought, but that’s—
Boom!
So you finally speak, putrid worm.
Another, this time more forceful. The sickening crunch it made on impact jostled the chains around it, causing bits of flesh to rain and the chains themselves to clink and clank violently. It was still far away, but it seemed like every moment this thing made ruptured everything around it. The thunderstorm rattled around them, and the lightning became more erratic, striking every which way in a flash of furious red. The obelisk remained ignorant though, standing tall and resolute, ill-affected by the chaos surrounding it.
I’m running out time, Amrielle noted, looking around him.
Whatever this monster was planning, the next few moments would surely be the hardest yet.
"Leave me", the dragon said again, this time more directly.
“What? Why?”, retorted Amrielle, confusion written on his brow, “you’re hurt.”
“I am what I am child”, replied the dragon, “I am weak, and without the power to defeat this… monstrosity. Neither are you godling.”
Annoyance gripped Amrielle, he made to reply, but the dragon continued on.
“What do you think to accomplish by challenging one of the First? Fame? Power? Prestige? Foolish thing that you are. You run headfirst into battle, yet understand little of the stage in which you have set foot in. What with your bravado, you will fail as I have, and you will most surely die.”
“I am weak, and I have spent all but my soul to vanquish this evil, yet here I lay, beaten and broken just as you shall be as well. Be not like the others who have all failed to destroy this unholy abomination it has become. Heed mine warnings little light, and flee. Leave me behind and find refuge elsewhere, lest you be trapped within this void, bereft of light and life, and forever plunged into eternal darkness.”
“But...”, the boy protested.
“I failed once to protect my enthroned. The holy mother whose image this foul betrayer dares to desecrate. Do not make my mistakes child, and run while you still can.”
This dragon, it was mom’s guardian?
“Mom?”, the dragon inquired. Blinking, the dragon suddenly trembled as a cold shiver brought its troubled expression to Amrielle more intensely, “who’re are you talking to?”
Amrielle blinked, and then became immediately flustered.
“Y-you!”, he pointed at the dragon, “y-you can hear my thoughts?”
The dragon, weak at it was, looked at the child with incredulous eyes.
“Seriously?!”, the dragon asked in a lambasting tone, “that’s what you’re worried about at a time like this?!”
Before Amrielle could respond, the area beneath them that could be equated to a form ground shook as the monstrous thing lumbered forward, its eyes casting a mocking glare at the two of them.
You dare to ignore me?! Impudent creatures!?! Surely you jest in your bid to escape. For I assure you, there is none to be found here.
With this, it motioned with its main left hand, gesturing at the space they inhabited.
This void, this tear, this wound in reality is both a fortress, as well as a prison. It connects us all and yet separates us equally before the eyes of the Creator, and equates all as respiteful inelegance before its complexity and convolution. I have no idea whom you are or what you intend to purport to be before me, but know that you shall find no peace, nor find any solace within this chaotic realm, my realm.
Lifting its arms as if in a manner of reverence befitting a priest, it motioned about itself as it twirled around slightly, almost like a ballerina on a music box.
This illustrious wound in reality, this shard of despicable malice, all crafted softly and meticulously to house my being, the care and caress it took into making this, and yet it still is not enough to hold me…
It stopped as it turned its back to the pair giving them a sideways glace with its long mane at their direction, a horrible glint in its eyes.
But it is enough to hold the two of you. More than enough.
A low rumble emerged from its throat as it chuckled, the sound like stone grating against stone. Amrielle’s head jerked back, the nape of his neck prickling.
This is thing is fucking psycho, he thought, just what is its deal?
“Steel yourself godling”, the dragon said causing Amrielle to look at it again. Its voice was crystal now, and sounded old but refined, like a knight, clear and direct.
“What?”, Amrielle asked.
“It hasn’t even begun to shows its true malice.”
Now then…
Turning around to stare intently at the child, the creature pointed a clawed finger at the boy, sneering at him with a devilish grin that summarized it intent all to clearly.
Come boy, and face me like that misbegotten bastard of filth that you are so that I may slaughter you where you stand, and end your accursed line once and for all.
Its 5 fiery burning with an emotion that Amrielle, recognized all too well.
Hatred. Pure unfiltered hatred.
The question was, however, for what reason?
The only person who could answer that though, was the only other person no longer living.
The only other person who knew him inside and out.
The only other person who treasured him the most.
Mom…
…
“Baba”, said the child, “so the hepa-hepa-h-hepa—“
“Heca-ton-cheires, numadei”, replied the gentleman, “do you know what that means?”
The boy shook his head, confused but eager.
The old man chuckled, pleased by his grandsons earnestness. Taking one hand he softly caressed his cheek, in a gesture of pure love and affection, smiling with a crest that never his cheeks. His grandfather blinked, and beheld the little boy before him, and a pang a guilt swept over him.
Compared to most boys his age, Amrielle was thin; thinner than other 4 year olds his age, with a slight gaunt that cast a melancholic parlor over his image. He was, in essence, a beautiful little boy with platinum hair peeking out his scalp. The old man clicked his tongue as he softly tousled his hair, noting as a smudge of black rubbed on his hand.
His hair had been dyed black, deliberately, so as to obscure his natural hair color, while his skin was paled yellowish, despite the fact his mulatto texture was warm and inviting. To anyone who glanced at him from a distance, the boy looked like a refugee at best, or a victim at worst. This, also coupled by the beginnings of slight circles under his eyes, and a tremble in his movements, only furthered his haggard appearance.
This child had been unkempt and unfed for several days. Possibly weeks—not enough to be outright noticeable, but enough where the signs could easily be detected if one looked hard enough. And yet this baby was so wonderful and adorable, the way the child looked at him with eyes of wonder. A pang swelled in the old man as he beheld the child—his grandchild—in such an unfortunate state.
My god, Daene, he thought, why did I cause you to do this?
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