Obitus exited out of the cave. His scaly foot soldiers following. The moon shone down on them and Obitus could feel and smell danger. The moon shone, giving its light off givingly to all who needed it.
Obitus: *Growls* "We have to hurry, i am weak and drained due to the transfer. I need purity. Come fellow warriors, let us seek a village and rid it of its pureness"
Obitus smiled with glee. He clenched his fist and raised his head. Shrikk stood beside him and licked his lips with his fork like tongue.
Shrikk: "Dooo wez getto eeat mastaa??"
Obitus: "Not the children. But any other creature that cross' your path feel free to indulge yourself...you have deserved it"
Shrikk shrieked with extasy and bowed down before Obitus. Cyrus' body had finished its entire change. Obitus gestured for Shrikk to stand and whispered inside his ear. Cyrus could hear what Obitus was saying yet stayed quiet. His body was to be used as a host forever he thought quietly. He was trapped inside his own body, to be used as some puppet and he couldn't do anything about it at all. He snarled and wished something would kill him.
Obitus: "Hush mortal. Do you want us both to die...because if i die. I am dragging your pathetic little soul with me!"
Obitus conversed with Cyrus inside his head. They were both mentally linked. Each sharing each others soul. Cyrus immediatly went quiet at the threat. He wanted to die but not if it meant eternal torture with Obitus.
As they moved through the mass of plant life Obitus heard sounds. Sounds of children sleeping. Their breaths slow and calm. As of that he also heard the conversations of parents talking softly with each other. Telling each other about what a eventful day it had been and what had happened as they had worked. The village was perfect for the taking. The village of shalaléé...
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