"N-No, I didn't, I-I couldn't have!"
Across from Arthur was a savaged corpse, man or woman none could tell. Missing their legs, one arm, and entrails largely missing, it looked as though a wild animal had its fill of the body. Arthur had blood all over his hands and face.
"Oh, but you did, little lord, or is the evidence of your crime insufficient?"
Next to him was Arthur's bitch of a servant, Hestra.
"YOu did tHis to ME!"
His voice was ragged and hoarse.
"I'm hurt my lord, I thought you enjoyed my help these past few months."
"I- AAAgh!"
He clutched his head in pain and confusion, feeling as though two knives were pushing out of his skull. He could feel his skull molding and changing, the sensation of bone pulling around his brain painful beyond anything he could think of, which given the pain wouldn't have been much anyway.
"I'll-I'll kill you, you damned demon!"
"I very much doubt that my lord which makes it such a shame I won't be able to see it play out fully, I do enjoy seeing the rebirth. Oh well, guess I'll see you in Hell."
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She snapped open an umbral portal and went through, leaving the struggling man behind.
He curled into himself, grabbing fistfuls of snow and cold dirt to somehow lessen the pain, but it did not. Steam poured off of his body as the change began. His skin grew pale, bordering grey, his blood boiled under his skin, and throughout all of it, the only pain that stood out was the one on his head.
How long would this last, minutes, hours, days even? The thought agonized him almost as much as the pain did, but by some miracle, the pain ended after a sickening sound came from just above him.
He lay there for a time, the actual amount was lost to him, recovering from the torturous change. He sweated a sea despite the cold, and his voice was not but a whisper after what felt like hours of yelling.
"What the fuck...?"
He looked over his arms, the outer areas were darker while the spots facing his body were a much lighter but still ashy grey. What the hell had that creature done to him, he thought, what had he become? Putting his hands to his head he froze, from the top area of his forehead he could feel two thick protrusions curving out of his head. Quickly he took out his knife and looked at himself.
Just as he had felt, there upon his head were two curved black horns, radiating an almost pleasant heat.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
The sound was no longer that of a man, but a monster from the world below. But none would hear this unearthly cry, for none would see the Lord Arthur Nightingale for quite some time.
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