Fate and destiny, two forces that guide the path of the living. While the second can change just as quickly as one makes a choice, the first tends to be harder to change. For example let’s observe the two below, the man’s fate is to die to something he underestimated (which admittedly it’s also the fate of most demonic cultivators), the girl’s is to have her heart ripped out of her chest resulting in the creation of a cultivator. Where it any other choice the man’s destiny would result in him being the first demonic cultivator to ascend and burn the world along with all who had opposed him to not but ash upon the cosmic winds. Unfortunately for him he chose the wrong house to try to start his journey thus completely and irreversibly changing his destiny.
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Deng Ling could almost feel the power as he neared the door, truly he had the most fortuitous encounter with a hidden master that not only decided to take him on as a student but to also gift him a technique that will aid/jumpstart his cultivation. To add even further to his fortune, he found not only someone to use his new technique on but also a location so full of chi that it might as well be alive. Already visions of what he will accomplish and the revenges he will take danced in his mind, oh how low he will bring down those who doubted his...
“Please” A small pained wispier interrupted his internal monologue, turning his sight away from the door that contained the path to his assentation, down to little beggar child that will be the first step of his journey to be a cultivator. It is dressed in nothing but rags and mug, even the hair he used to drag it could easily be mistaken for tree roots with how filthy it is. Truly it should be thanking him for giving it a true prepose instead clogging up the world of its betters with its filth. Disregarding the sacrifice he turned back to the door and reached out towards the handle. With a firm grasp and his destiny in his eyes he pulled open the door... a quick check of the door and the surrounding to verify nothing important had seen his mistake he pushed open the door to reveal an empty box of a room with no windows or additional doors save the one he opened.
After dragging the sacrifice to be inside and closing the door he throw the to-be-sacrifice to the middle of the room, walking around it until the only entrance was directly behind it so if any dared to intruded they would not be able to attack his unprotected back. Striating his back he took position to ready the technique his new master has taught him. As he pulled back his right hand, he pooled what few scraps of chi that his body had into his fingers, a few seconds wait and [Phenix’s Rebirth]. Faster than a mortals eye could track his hand plunged into the girl’s chest and just as quickly puled her heart out along with a fountain of blood.
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Raising his prize into the air he felt a grin spread across his face as the second part of the technique started and the heart was slowly consumed by blue fire. Before he could truly saver the taste of victory the sound of a squeaking door opening cut through the silence. He only froze for a second before slowly turning around, where there was once a plain wall now contained a wooden door. A wooden door that was slowly being opened by inhumanly long wooden fingers that where griping the middle of the door. He could only stare in shock and then horror as the inhuman monstrosity crookedly walked out of the shadow and into the lit room. It was as if some cruel god decided to take the human form and stretch it out by replacing what broke with mangled wood and metal. It as only when it was almost looming over him that he sprang into action.
Dropping his prize he reused his one and only technique in a bid to save his skin. He’s aim is true and struck the chest of the abomination resulting in its death. The dead abomination slowly slumped forward on his arm as Deng Ling tried to get his racing heart back under control, he had just managed to recenter himself when what could only be described as a bear trap latched onto the arm still in the things chest. Just as quickly its two spindly hands grabbed his solders and he was forced to stare into is blank wooden face devoid of any fetchers except for two blood red hungry eyes. All he could do was watch as the blank face split open with cracks of wood and bone to reveal a maw of splintered wood and twisted metal spiraling down into....
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Zou Xiaolian could only lie in her blood as sicking sounds of bone being broken and meat was being torn sounded around her however her focuses was not on what was happening just a few feet from her but instead on the floating box that was Infront of her.
The Dungeon has heard your cries for help.
Do you wish to accepts its help?
Yes No
Such a simple question and yet after all this time something actual answered her prayers for help, maybe it was just a hallucination brought upon by the blood loss, maybe it was just her imagination trying to give her comfort in her final moments. What ever the case she decided to answer the strange floating box.
“Yes” her voice was barely a whisper but no sooner has the word left her lips did a sudden feeling of liquid fire being poured directly into her being. The darkness that was steadily consuming her vision was suddenly and violently throne back and new life filed her lunges but the stress of the day would not allow her to remain awake and as she fell into realm of dreams she heard someone say “Well isn’t zis intairesteng.”.