Lions tigers boars bears elephants and cheetahs, he had defeated them all. It was the man he had been vanquished by over and over again. This time he was ready for his revenge. He was ready to make his final move.
His handicap was he couldn't hurt a person directly. But he looked at how sad pathetic greedy selfish humans are and realized that was not a handicap at all. Rather it was a hint, to complete the task in an easier manner. By manipulating a malleable stooge into doing his bidding. The weak ones could be easily threatened bribed into doing whatever his heart desired. He would need to guide them towards the right direction. His direction.
He hadn't been in the realm in aeons, he had forgotten what the air smelled like. The metallic acrid smell of burning acid, the hiss of dangerous machinery about to crash into an incoming motorcycle outside the control of the operator. They hadn't made it easy, but this time he was ready to rule.
His pathological rejection for other species was not tolerated generally. Because he was a one-time prisoner he had been given a benefit of doubt. This was his opportunity to complete the rite. The death of twelve specific people at the hands of one person and the blood of the murderer, that is what he needed to get his desired boon from the deities beyond the veil.
They were unlike anything he had seen. They didn't bother with the usual rules, they didn't get their powers through the regular channels, they didn't even have realms of their own to rule of or reside. He was a creature of the dark and evil and the way they presented themselves still unsettled him. Regular deities be they deutas or the demonic races presented themselves in the form of the being who had invoked them. Not these beings, they were quite comfortable showing their gruesome contorted sea-creature like appearance the sight of which was sufficient to drive many a man to insanity.
The vibrations about them weren't good, he would refuse making a deal with them if things weren't so bad. He didn't intend on allying with them, just this once he wanted the backing of their awesome abilities to get back at what was truly his. They had injected in him minor hints of their vast powers...his physical appearance hadn't changed considerably but the aura had become dark and devilish he could feel it in his bones. His red lips had become blood-red, his eyes bloodshot. A thin dark mist surrounded him. He wasn't making a deal with the devil, he was doing them a favor after which he would go back to his normal ways and normal people.
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