Planet Knariss
Deep under the cracked soil of the Tyrannis plains outside the village of Koffe, the Deanbeak Cult meets. “Brothers, sisters today is the day we have waited for, the day we bring about the great reformation of this world.”
“PRAISE BE!!! PRAISE BE!!! PRAISE BE!!! PRAISE BE!!! PRAISE BE!!!PRAISE BE!!!”
“Today we open the gate and usher in the return of this world's true masters, not the fake gods and goddess who claim to rule it. Begin the ritual, the time is now.” The gate slowly pulsed with energy as it came back to life. Soon our great lord Deanbeak and his court would return and set this world straight.
“I'm terribly sorry young one but we can’t allow you to do that. Deanbeak and his ilk lost the last God War, so they lost the right to rule this world, it now belongs to the Belfa Pantheon as decreed by The Ethereal Pantheon!” spoke an eerily cheerful voice. Standing at the foot of the stairs was an old woman who gave off a grandmotherly atmosphere. She looked at us the way you would look at a dying animal, pity that was what her eyes held for us, how dare she look down on us. "Martyr Roslyn, have you found the heretics already? '' came an impatient voice from the top of the stairs. "Yes Confessor" the Martyr replied with the same cheerful voice.
Damn it all, why now at our hour of glory did one of the Inquisition's cursed agents find us. It does not matter anymore the gate is almost open, we will succeed. “Brothers, sisters attack, hold off the Inquisitors until the gate opens. We will return this world to it’s true masters and we will be rewarded for it.” Wait did they say a Martyr and Confessor, oh please no, if there are any merciful gods listening, please let me have misheard them. My cult, my family, rushed towards the old woman, but she just stood there mumbling to herself. No, she wasn’t mumbling she was casting. “Oh Fuck Me.”
“Oh, mighty Lyrox hear my plea and grant me the power to punish these heretics, let their screams be a testament to your will as they thrash in pain for their sins against this world [Flesh Hooks].” As soon as that last word left her mouth chains made of rusted barbed wire and ragged hooks erupted from the ground, and walls and embedded themselves in our bodies we couldn’t even scream because the chains forced our mouths shut. Never in my life have I experienced this type of pain. “Confessor, please hurry, these naughty children need to be absolved. It wouldn’t be right to postpone their torture because you're slowly getting down those stairs.” “I’m coming I’m coming it isn't like you’re getting any older damn immortal ass” grumbled Confessor. “What was that Confessor?”
I saw the Confessor turn white as a sheet when he stepped down onto the floor. He heard the Martyr ask the question. *Hhhhmmmmm Hhhhmmmmm, whoosh* Huh, they forgot about the gate; it is up and operational now. I would shout for joy if these hooks were not currently digging into me and keeping my lips closed. We succeeded and the true master will return.
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“Hahahahahahahaha, Ahhhhhhhh, Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Hahahahhahaha, Ahhhhhhh, Grrrrrrrrrrrr!” What the fuck was that, even those damned inquistors seemed unerved by that. “Hahahahahaha, Ahhhhhhhh, Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Hahahahhahaha, Ahhhhhhh, Grrrrrrrrrrrr!” There it was again; it was coming from …. the gate. I turned as best as I coud to look and my heart sank, there before me I saw my Lord Deanbeak but not as I expected, he was bloodied and his limbs torn from his body, he lay dead on the gate's platform behind him the source of the laughter, screams, and growls from earlier. It was a giant beast that stood at least 40m tall, suspended in the air by hundreds of inky black tendrils, four arms with five curled claws at the tips of its fingers, two legs ending in talons dangled in the air connected to slender body with four barbed prehensile tails from its waist, a human like head covered in a white mask atop its shoulders, and the entire creature was covered in bone like armor and wreathed in purple flames stared back at us.
What kind of monster could kill a god, much less one as powerful as Deanbeak. At least it's not moving, *Tink tink tink tink* That sound came from the mysterious monster hanging above the gate, then suddenly the mask cracked and revealed rows of jagged white teeth, and smiled at us then reached into the still open portal, took something out of it and dropped what looked like a rock and sheet of paper before lifting another hand up. “Shhh '' the living horror replied while giggling then it took Deanbeak’s corpse and left.
“My my my I didn’t expect him to get involved in this matter”, “If I may ask Martyr Roslyn what was that thing.” *Thunk* “Quite show some respect Confessor you don’t want to anger him, lest you tempt fate to destroy this world,” “But,” “No buts that was Anarchy the Dread Fiend King of the Nether Gods, now let's see what it was he left.” As the Confessor and I approached the spot where The Dread Fiend dropped the rock and paper, I silently prayed that all would be well, but given the fact that a Nether God of the Ethereal Pantheon caused this it didn’t matter to what god or goddess I prayed to on this world none could go against them. I knelt and picked up the paper first.
“Hello Martyr Roslyn, I know you have questions about my appearance a few seconds ago, the answer is simple Deanbeak thought he could defy our will so I removed him from the picture permanently. The second reason I wanted to drop off my newest employee on your home world personally. Before you even think it, yes, the rock is a Dungeon Core, an incredibly special one that the entire Nether Court blessed. It will not awaken for another decade and then take a few months before it breaches the surface. Do not worry it is not a Prime Core if I wanted to fuck up anyone on Knariss that badly I would have done so. Also do not worry about Owen. I am not mad at his lack of respect. He is new to your order, while you have served for several millennia, the young Confessor will learn in time. The last thing that I require from the two of you is simply kill those cultists and leave their bodies behind, then collapse all the tunnels leading to this area; nobody but the two of you and your god will know the truth. That is all HAVE FUN.”
I don't know what the Martyr read on that note but I know I won't like it. I desperately tried to move against my bindings hoping that maybe just maybe I could escape. No such luck presented itself to me as I took another look in the Martyr's direction I saw her flick her wrist, what followed was an awful crunching sound. My point of view switched suddenly and I found myself looking at the oposite wall, it then occured to me I couldn't breathe I tried to take a breath only to be met with an intense burning sensation in my throat. Then I felt slow creeping cold moving through my limbs and body, my vision started to swim and slowly everthing faded to black, I heard her voice one last time. "Huh, only 10 years then things will get interesting around here."