The body of Cyrus slowly floated into the air its arms out spread. Obitus spoke to the entire cave of Reptiles. His speech was deep and sinister. More sinister than Cyrus' ever was.
Obitus: "Brothers, our time has come to reclaim this land and again make Reptilians ruler! Allow our victims souls to burn under our wrath!"
The Reptiles looked up at him and screeched with pleasure. They back flipped with joy and hurled skulls and other body parts of their victims in the air. Obitus continued with his speech.
Obitus: "You are the closest i have to warriors now. Dragons have died in the fight for supremacy. And now only you...the warriors that the Dragons evolved from are my only hope...Together we shall rule this earth!"
The yellow glow in his eyes shone as he said this. Hollows and screeches echoed through the cave as again the Reptilians cheered their leader. Obitus remembered what it was like back when the world was populated with Dragons. Each a pure bred Warrior that could fight to the death with out fear of dying. Their slender physique graced the land of Oddworld, flying high in the sky and casting shadows on the ground. Striking fear into the hearts of all that spotted them. His smile widened as he thought of it happening again, but with him in control.
Obitus: "Come...Come my fellow warriors. Let us make our mark. Allow us to shine in all our glory and strike dead any creature that is not of pure Dragon blood. Let us make the other Gods quake so much it creates earth quakes on this land"
The creature that had caught Cyrus was disapointed. It had hunted for food and not for a chosen one. Cyrus was going to be its meal. But as it thought of this it thought of all the food it could have when Obitus took over. Its grin widened and then it opened its mouth into a shriek of joy. It then approached the hovering Obitus and asked:
"Wen caan we hant masstaa? Wen caaan we feeeeed!"
Obitus: "Soon Shrikk...very soon. First i am going to use my new body and work my self into it. Then we can show all the creatures that scar this pathetic little world who is the powerful race...and who they will bow down to as a new GOD!"
Again shrieks of agreement rang through the cave. The creatures lept in the air with joy and then scuttled to the outside world.
Obitus: "With this pathetic body i can improve my abilities. Make creatures trust me and then rip their soul out from their eyes and tear their heart out from their chest. Gods above and around me prepare to feel Obitus' wrath...as i shall show no mercy"
Obitus' accent and speach was now more clear and he could say things he would usually have trouble saying. Cyrus' body was a puppet from now on and Obitus was the puppeteer.
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