Everything is black and right when Mark wonders if it was all in his imagination his nose itches and he scratches it. Feeling around he realizes he is again laying on a stone slab.
As he looks around he sees a table again but this time with a small candle casting flickering shadows. He can make out the shapes of 2 chairs this time. Pondering what this means he gets up cautiously approaching the table. And grabs the candle to see what is going on.
a voice that sends bone chilling shivers down Mark’s spine resonates around him, he can’t place where it comes from but he freezes. “HEY you are finally awake~ You were trying to cross the border; without saying hi to little old me”.
the voice cackles, “silly Artis and Nirvana so many eons too young to try and pull the wool over me. Im the one WHO fooled GOD the TERRIBLE”. The hairs on Mark’s neck freeze. The malice in this voice overwhelms him completely, being in its presence, he realizes how much Artis and Nirvana had been holding back on him.
He is choking can’t breathe but he can’t pass out either and the pressure, the agony and pain of not being able to breathe becomes intenser by the second.
”TSK tsk mark, so much spunk with the other two, so scared with me. And i gave you so, soooo much~ you should be happy! without me you would never have gotten this chance ~ how else do you think that end of life karma got built up”? The motherfucking slender man steps out of the shadows and the intensity of the heebie jeebies Mark feels, make him gasp for air, he buckles over as the voice keeps cackling.
Mark looks up and the slenderman is gone and instead a plain looking dude is standing there with his back turned to him. Slowly the man’s head turns 180 degrees on his shoulder, and the sheer malice that radiates from his eyes, the psychotic crazed smile is enough for mark to snap.
“FUCK”! Mark bellows and he punches the scary face with a haymaker. The man ragdolls. But gets up as if nothing happened, still smiling with intense sadistic malice.
“there you feel, better now Mark”? He asks and eases up on the malice a bit.
Mark nods. “Yea so by process of elimination im assuming you are the little shit, called Sadanis”? Mark asks still shaking.
The man claps, and for a second a visual of heath ledger’s joker dialed up to 11 and then some, flashes before Mark’s eyes.
“Sssssoooo”, Sadanis positively purrs, you going to apologize for punching a god? That’s heresy yknow?
Mark stilll feeling shaky, trembling wondering what the hell he just did, runs through millions of thoughts a second freaking out about his own actions. He observes Sadanis for a clue, wtf is he supposed to say to the dude who embodies strife misery and suffering? Who took sick twisted pleasure in his miserable life?
Everything inside Mark freezes as Sadanis raises his hands, still smiling like a complete psychopath and touches his chin and… croons?
Mark’s mouth drops, drawing a curious glance from Sadanis. And 2 theories pop into Mark’s head.
“Hey sadanis? Why do you, Artis and Nirvana, call the God that owns the universe I’m from, God the Terrible?
i mean no offense but he took a very laid back approach to us mortals, to the point many questioned his existence. He let us do our own thing”.
Sadanis smile never stops but in the briefest of moments something flashes in his eyes, and if Mark didn’t know any better he would say it’s fear.
Sadanis speaks up, “because the last time deities like me interfered with your little paradise, for you i believe this was before a dude called noah was born, HE got all pissy, screaming how we fucked it all up, 200 deities to this day, are still chained up and are basically burning in what you would call hell.
And rightfully so, we started calling him the terrible, no one can fight him he owns the domains of, omnipotence, omnipresence and absoluteness”.
“In fact he imparts small little fragments into your souls of himself onto the souls that spark into existence in his little universe, why is everyone’s guess but he sure ain’t telling”.
Sadanis smiled. “so you can imagine the value a soul like yours has, why deities like us like to give you the chance of rebirth, a chance at that delicious soul of yours”, he licked his lips.
But mark smirked, and now Sadanis was truly curious. “Your fear levels dropped. Why”?
“Because if you could have, you would have devoured me or use me for whatever. You the type of guy that goes straight for dessert, then stuffs himself with icecream.“
”guilty as charged ~” Sadanis mocks.
“also, you sure you ain’t the god of sadism and masochist? You enjoyed it when I punched you”.
Sadanis lets out a bone chilling laugh that seems to go on forever, “ow that perceptive capacity of yours, Sadanis purrs in glee, it’s truly something! I guess i was a bit too obvious”, he sighs.
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“Mark im going to give you a deal. You see a soul can only be given a curse or gift from one of us deities once and when you pass on, those gifts and curses cannot be given again”.
“So yea i can’t give you my
DELICIOUS curses again but i can give you my”, he chuckles, “blessing~”
”FUCK no”! Mark doesn’t even need to think or respond, his entire existence knows the answer, you don’t mess with crazy. Especially not the sadistic kind.
Sadanis pouts mockingly, “such a shame. You see i make some people into little BITCH CUCKHOLDS like you, he snarls viciously. Ooooooor, i make them into the people that turn others into my bitch ~”
Sadanis walks closer, “think about it mark, you have always been perceptive to the point you can perceive a deity’s emotions, Which is fascinating to no end. With my gift you could find yourself a bitch just like your wife and make her crawl on aaaaaall fours, humiliate them”. Sadanis whispered the sweet seductive words of revenge into Mark’s ear.
Mark steps back, “no it wouldn’t be the same, he answers. I would want to take revenge on my wife Ivonne, not someone else. Besides if im going to make a fresh start il make it a point to avoid women like Ivonne”.
“i wana fuck shit up, but in the end i also want genuine companionship, someone who’s love will stand the test of time, having lived close to 40 years i know how slim those chances are, and i certainly won’t muck that up with what you would give me”.
“FUCK that”. Sadanis shuddered at the words of love, and companionship and spat in disgust, “none of that is real! PAIN is real as real as it is for mortals as it is for eternals! Even your God the Terrible, that fucking sugar daddy of yours, feels it”!
”Fuck you sadanis. Do what you gotta do but leave me alone”.
Sadanis fumes silently for a moment but then resigns himself. “Ah well it was worth a shot, but i will give you one bit of juicy tid, bit. Here let me show you something”.
Sadanis creates a circle in the air and a portal opens up and images of Mark’s old world are shown, He sees Ivonne his ex-wife much older now, sitting alone in a bar, ragged, lifeless ignored by all.
Mark frowns, “what is this”? He asks. “Ow you have been here for quite a while Mark, you wouldn’t believe the paperwork that goes into a rebirth, especially one such as yours, currently in your universe, Ivonne is all alone, despised by her kids, multiple failed marriages. You name it”.
Seeing this did little to Mark, all he felt was a cold icy pit in his stomach. Sadanis looked at his reaction, and waved his hand, dialing it back to the moment of Mark’s death, how after arrangements had been made, Ivonne had flown into the arms of her boss, crying in all pretense. Sadanis showed him, forced Mark, to look as his wife got fucked by her own boss.
Sadanis forced Mark, ruthlessly to observe, how much, more, she loved getting fucked by her boss then making love to him, her own Husband. Who had died mere hours ago. Everything inside Mark burned. Rage, Fury and intense Dark desires to kill, still this wasn’t enough for Sadanis and after what felt like Mark’s rage peaking, Sadanis sped it up, to the moment some time later, when Ivonne realized she had been used by her boss, never loved and tossed to the side for a bimbo with bigger tits and ass. The face of excruciating pain on Ivonne’s face, sparked a sick sensation in Mark and for the briefests of moments he enjoyed seeing Ivonne in pain.
Sadanis cut off the imagery and looked at Mark with sickening glee. “GOT YOU”!
Screens flashed in front of Mark
Name
Mark
Role
Tyrant
Class
-
Strength
10(14)+2
dexterity
10
constitution
15 (+2)
intelligence
10
wisdom
10
charisma
10(14) +2
Domination
18
Available points
LvL
1
High Kin
human
the most common of the sentient races, their flexible nature means you will find them all over the realm, considered primitive by a few of the other sentient races.
Savage
you have a brutal and crude nature, you can handle the pain, some think you actually enjoy it and although you will keep standing when the frail drop dead, it’s hard to keep up with other people’s, progress.
Where others gain 3 attribute points when gaining a attribute perm, you instead gain 5hp + con mod and 2 attribute points.
Hardy
You have one and a half the stamina you would normally have, based on constitution.
Ominous
Star
-
Distant wanderer
Perception
Expert
Your 5 senses are keen, sharp and sensitive. You have the Body Language perk
Intimidation
Proficient
Your ability to project strength and danger. Coercion, Respectful conduct, frightening and Taunting attempts are all governed by this skill set
Athetic’s
Proficient
Running, swimming, climbing, throwing things. You are a greek Athlete.
hit points
64
stamina
225
class
-
discipline’s
Heart of Fury
Within you beats a heart that will beat to the drums of war. It is the cornerstone of who you are as a warrior. Your path is about mastering yourself, to make your heart drum with glorious purpose. Your heart holds onto fury much easier then others, you automatically accumulate it during battle and you may gain it when gaining confidence.
* Gain 3 additional fury
* Passively gain fury during combat
Specialization and mastery is limited; you gain +1 constitution for each warrior discipline.
Rage
Fire that threatens to consume all within your personal ragnarok. It is hard to find a warrior not capable of this, and is considered the ace in a warrior’s arsenal.
* Will significantly increase your morale when attacking your opponents and landing consecutive successful hits
* While rage is active all your close combat becomes more lethal as your natural inhibitions “to do no harm”, crumble.
I can Take it!
You are not completely right in the head, you have masochist tendencies, stopped caring about pain or you have an unhealthy tolerance against it. For most it’s a bit of everything, in your case mostly the latter. When in combat, you have mastered applying this into psychological pressure when you willfully take a blow in exaggerated fashion. The total sum of your crazed gaze, intense desire to hurt your opponents that ooze out of your very being. Resulting in a psychological attack that makes even the most hardened veterans flinch if their resolve fails them. They will find themselves stepping back involuntarily. This discipline scales with your ability to intimidate. Those who are of similar nature (trained in this discipline) are unaffected.
Overlord
-
skills and perks
-
-
-
-
-
-
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Before Mark could respond or Process what just happened, everything went Dark again.