Cyrus felt himself been dragged down roughly. He landed with a thud on the cold, stone floor. The formation of the water had given him a shock. Cyrus had thought that all the Gods Dragons had worshipped were fake. But this one Obitus was truly real. The water had turned pure black and had formed the shape of a snout that came out of the ringed circle and moved as the creature spoke. All other features were non-existant. The Reptiles that had previously killed the Mudokon were now dragging him to the same fate. Cyrus was been dragged by his arms with his broken leg bumping along the floor. Twinges of sharp pain shot up his leg and made him snarl furiously. Suddenly he came to a stop and was in front of the great God himself. The Reptiles backed away and dropped Cyrus on the ground in front of him. The Lizard that had caught him previously spoke in his native tongue to the God himself. Turning around every so often to look at Cyrus. The Reptile slowly backed away and took a step to the side in the shadows. Thats when Obitus actually spoke to Cyrus. First Cyrus felt a stinging sensation in his head and he was slowly raised off the floor and sustained in mid air. Breathing deeply but daring not to show fear Cyrus asked what the God wanted with him.
Obitus: "You...you petty creature are the creature who is going to be sacrificed for my very existanzze"
Obitus spoke slowly.
Cyrus: "But..But sir, please...i-i beg of you. Dont...dont kill me, i am...i was the greatest killer this petty land had ever known and i am sure with yo..."
Cyrus stopped in mid sentence as he was flung to the floor. Hurting his leg even more.
Obitus: "FOOL...I AM THE GREATEST KILLER AND DEVASTATOR THIS LAND HAS EVA KNOWWWN. YOU WERE MERELY A EXTRAAA!"
His voice boomed at Cyrus and the whole cave of Reptiles chittered exitedly among themselves. Cyrus felt his broken leg been tugged up in the air.
Cyrus: "Aaahhgggrrr"
He moaned and gasped and tried to keep from showing pain but it was no good.
Obitus: "You see foolish mortal. Your kind get injured....I MERELY REGENERATE!!"
He then flung Cyrus down into the floor once again. And spoke in native tongue to the Reptiles. They seemed pleased and screeched with exitement and jumped in the air.
Obitus: "Now...now you foolish, petty creature stand up and i will grace you with my pressence"
Cyrus didn't bother to stand up and just laid there gasping and clutching his leg.
Obitus: "RISE BEFORE ME MORRATAL!"
Cyrus was then flung up in the air once again and held stationary. His chest pushed outwards and his arms hung back. Cyrus could feel his heart thumping and missing beats. Was this it...? Cyrus thought...was this how he was going to die. In this pitiful state. Not in combat as he always wanted. As he thought this he got pulled closer and closer to the watery snout of the deity. The snout slowly opened and enticed Cyrus in. Cyrus looked inside and saw a red tunnel of hatred. He closed his eyes and hoped that he would be killed with dignity. But got his eyes forced back open by a strange yet powerful force. His eyes widened and he felt jolt of electricy shoot through them...stinging his eyes and skull as they did...it happened again and again until he could actually feel his eyes burn out of their sockets. He regained control of his limbs and crouched into a tiny ball in mid air, clutching at his eyes. Screaming in agony and writhing in pain. Cyrus' eyes were completly burned out of his sockets and he couldn't see whatsoever.
Cyrus: "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGRRRRRRRR...YOU BASTARD...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?"
He snarled these words and did not care what happened to him. He wanted his vision back and did not care how he got it back.
Cyrus: "You...I WILL KI..."
He stopped as water flooder around him and he got washed around before hitting the ground. He could hear screeches of laughter and exitement. He pushed himself up with his arms and growled.
Cyrus: "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME YOU BASTARDS...I WILL KILL YOU ALL YOU FU..."
He felt a sharp twinge inside himself and heard the voice of Obitus inside his head.
Obitus: "Quiet fool...or i will make your remaining life as miserable as ever!"
Cyrus still could not see anything and was getting even more angrier than ever.
Cyrus: "What do you want with me...why me?"
Obitus ignored his remarks and concentrated on taking control over Cyrus' body. Cyrus snarled and hated this...he hated been out of control. On the outside Cyrus' image was changing. His now burned out eyes were taken over by a shining yellow light. His K9’s grew longer than before. But most importantly of all. A tattoo was slowly developing on his right eye. The tattoo of death....
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