A GM's Post
"I will feed you soon. Be quiet." Jar'Rak forced out the words through gritted teeth, his face contorted in pain at the skull splitting headache he was currently facing. The Master was ravenous and it was punishing him for not feeding him soon enough.
Jar'Rak cursed under his breath. Just a while longer, he told himself. Just two more before he had control. And when he did, he would make sure to teach the bitch inside him a lesson.
The air around him rippled. Candles began to flicker and dance around the shadows of the dark cave. His emotions affected his surroundings. The more extreme his emotions were, the more unstable he was at controlling the power he gained through abominable means.
"I-it is d-done, Master."
The soft and squeaky voice that interrupted his thoughts made Jar'Rak curse as he looked up from his throne. A frown settled upon his forehead as it creased. His eyes flickered from the useless runt of a human towards the altar. The earthborn child was asleep soundly in the middle, surrounded by candles that swayed and flickered. He dismissed the skittish slave with a wave of his hand and stood up, taking long strides to reach the altar.
The High Elf stared down at the young Earthfolk upon reaching the altar, his blackened eyes completely soulless as if Jar'Rak were no longer himself.
He began to hum a soft tune as the Earthfolk babe awoke from her sleep, her beautiful icy blue eyes pierced through his colourless orbs, as if they connected for a moment before the High Elf raised his hand to his hip, unsheathing a ritualistic blade, one that didn't look of this world. It was said to be forged by a High-Demon, a much higher status than an Arch-Demon. Most don't even believe they even exist, let alone an Arch-Demon.
"Your blood, my blood. Your body, my body." His words came through physically and mentally to anyone around him, the voice piercing the skulls of his followers who were too close to his private quarters. Each word rattled the walls of the deep cave like a chant, some dirt and flaking rock drizzling from the roof and to the floor like dry rain, as if responding to his words.
The altar began to hum as he raised his blade, the child staring up at him before he plunged the blade into the innocent Earthfolk child, stealing her life for his own. The price of power was large, and soon enough he too would become a sacrifice, but Jar'Rak was smart and old, he had lived well over 300, having seen the rise and fall of many kingdoms, and many wars.
The altar began to glow, as if feeding on the blood trickling down their corners and into etched stone which carved a summoning circle around it. It was nearly completed, only a Mermaid remained before he would have complete control over his power, and it thrilled him beyond words. This is what his life led him to, this was his purpose. Once the blood had made its course through stone and earth, he clicked his fingers and the fluid began to flow upwards and straight into a Golden Chalice, filling to the brim.
In order to complete his ritual, he must first consume the flesh and blood of the Earthfolk's corpse, drinking the thick, slightly metallic fluid until it was gone before ordering his slave to come and collect the body in preparation for his meal.
Slight Time Skip
With the blood and flesh of the Earthfolk in him, Jar'Rak couldn't help but to laugh. The power of old magic that ran through his veins was electrifying. Quite an orgasmic experience. He was close and he could feel it. Before long, he would have full control of the powers of the demon.
He emitted strong pulses of energy as his body adjusted and adapted to his newly gained life force.
The vibrations of the pulses ruptured the air. In the distant lands of Rayan, the earth began to rumble. The ground cracked. Lightning and thunder rolled in like a tsunami, the striking purple colour lighting up the blackening skies like a display of fireworks for Giants. Gravity itself began to distort in highly affected areas, which caused two massive bursts of power to send continuous shockwaves, flattening the earth in a full 10 meter radius around each Rift.
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In the middle of the council, tremors could be felt, even in the room devoid of magic.
When they peered out the window, they were greeted by the sight of a huge rift in the very center of Azuriko. The loss of life in a split second would be devastating to the City's human population, the entire city square and a whole block of stores reduced to rubble in the blink of an eye.
Anyone caught within the blast would be obliterated, their bodies burning up like paper before being sucked into the large, fluid moving Rift that glistened in an unearthly beauty that couldn't be explained simply. Those who were just outside of the blast would arise to see their own in tatters, loved ones vanished, the screams of innocence echoing around the Rift, as if time moved differently, the laws of physics failing the brightest of minds as there was no logical explanation. The shock settled first, then the crippling fear overwhelmed most. The air was thick like an invisible smog, unleashing potential in those who harboured it, but so rapidly that it would consume them in an instant, twisting their forms painfully until their screams of agony settled into the growls of a Demon.
Possession. Weaker demons had no forms so they resulted in possession, which would eventually kill their host if they weren't ready for such power to enter their forms. The longer they remained inside of a host, the less likely a host could be brought back from such an ordeal. Suddenly man turned on man, woman on woman, child on child, a complete slaughter as nobody was spared. The one pure thing about Demons. They saw everything the same, their desire for destruction blinding them to outside influence. However Arch-Demons were at a completely different level, nothing pure about them. Nobody ever saw an Arch-Demon and lived to tell about it, thus they became a myth. They were also incredibly rare, you'd pray to all the religions in Rayan that you'd never have the misfortune of coming face to face with such a being of pure terror and agony. The very sight could drive most mortals mad.
The Rift within Azuriko was aggressive, but only half opened, a blessing in disguise to its citizens. Demons could have come in droves, but they were limited to what managed to come out during the blast. However, as long as a Demon dies within the radius of its Rift, it will always return.
As for the council members, whilst they scrambled to leave the room to help fight the demons, they found themselves to be locked in the room, the door guarded by magic that was so sinister, everyone shuddered. Murmurs filled the room. What could not happen had happened. Magic was casted in the room. Yet none of them could access theirs.
As they panicked, deep laughter filled the room, drawing their eyes to the one hidden under the cloak at the corner of the room. As his hood slid back, revealing his face, loud gasps could be heard. His lips curled into a smile, revealing his sharp teeth, "Father sends his regards."
And before anyone could anticipate his actions, he plunged a knife into his heart, and began to chant, calling forth a demon; its fingers crooked and bent with hardened talons for nails. Its head came afterwards, then its torso, revealing itself bit by bit. Sharp bones protruded from its arms and shoulders. The end of its tail was covered in spikes. It's body was bent in a crouch, lowering its height to a mere seven feet and five inches.
As soon as it has fully emerged, the demon roared. Its eyes began to search, head tilted upwards as it sniffed around before it swung its claws towards the council members, to eliminate them. The council members were helpless, for they had no weapons nor magic to aid them. It was a massacre, a blood bath, and he laughed as blood sprayed all over him, whilst his heart mended.
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TL:DR;
1 Demon in the middle of Azuriko.
1 Demon in the council room.