Thousands of years ago, the old gods could no longer dismiss Araghast’s eccentric and crazy behavior. The god council agreed to kill the chaos god to avert another disaster. And so, before they left Gaeus to colonize new worlds, sixty-six gods slashed and hacked Araghast to pieces. They threw his carcass on the other side of the dimension gate where Cerberus awaited his meal. The gods locked the gate and headed for the stars. They left Gaeus in the hands of their lesser creations.
But Araghast had a secret, even kept it from Damkina, his lover. He had cracked the code of the prophecy tree, which granted him the ability to see the future. Araghast knew of the assassination and prepared for his resurrection beforehand. He killed Cerberus and replaced it with his own three headed chimera. His illusion spell fooled the gods into thinking Cerberus still lived. Araghast also placed a humanoid to wait on the other side of the gate.
When the gods dumped his body, the chimera ate and stored his essence. For thousands of years, the magical beast had only one task - to push the dimension gate to create a brief opening the size of a lion’s tooth. It pushed for millennia; the gate held and never budged. Until one day, it opened for a brief second. A tiny crack through which the chimera spat Araghast’s bones - to the world on the other side, Gaeus. The beast roared in victory as the gate closed once more.
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The humanoid servant picked up the three bones of his master with glee. He unfurled a parchment containing Araghast’s will. The servant read, Return to this place on the Sixteenth day of the Summer Harvest, Two Thousand and Seven years from today. Give my horns to the chosen host.
The servant skipped and jumped as he left the gate. The three horns cradled in his pocket. “That is not a long time.”
Two thousand and seven years later, the humanoid gave the bones to the host. Calcified roots sprouted from the horns and cut the human’s flesh. They burrowed deep into the human’s mind. The chosen’s skin color changed to a bloody red. His eyes pulsated and glowed with the trail of dark matter. Araghast rushed into the chosen’s soul.
The butler genuflected. “Master.”
Araghast extended his right hand and began the ritual of siphoning. His black cloak twisted alive as dark matter swirled on his palm. He uttered his name. Crimsoned hieroglyphs formed in the air and whirled in front of him.
The god shouted in ancient tongue and the hieroglyphs slithered upwards to the skies. Its colors bled and mixed with the rumbling storm clouds above.
Araghast turned to his humanoid. He placed his hand on the servant’s shoulder, “Well done, Retlub. We will surprise the gods when they return.”