That which hungers...
The Pact Maker - The Soul Devourer - Of the Third Rung.
Ashen grey, sickly skin; jet black limbs.
Crimson glowing pupils; inky black sclera
Scales, horns and tails! Oh my...
Twisted, haunting aura; Aetherically starved... Oh so hungry...
Hungry. This monstrosity yearned to feast. To gorge itself on aether until nothing remained. It wasn't mindless, no. In those inky black, predatory eyes, there was a curious intelligence. This beast... It could be bargained with.
A Faustian bargain: What is it that you desire most? Companionship? Wealth? Power? What ever it is that you want, are you ready to pay the Price?
I want... Companionship: It summoned me because it feels lonely? Pathetic. Very well, offer yourself onto me and you shall NEVER be alone again.
I want... Wealth: Oh, such a simple request, the mortal yearns for coin. Then so it shall be given what it desires.
I want... Power: A hellish benefactor arrives. Of course, you shall have power. Through me, I will make you unstoppable I will make you undefeated.
I want... Something else: Of course, you can call upon me for what ever you desire. So what is it that you want?
This creature... Nay. This abomination stood tall, towering above any who was foolish enough to summon it. A large, heaving chest likely drew the eyes first, or was it that long, flowing black hair that ran down its back? Wide hips, and thick thighs, there was almost a beauty to this monstrosity... That is, until one's gaze met its own. Those spider like eyes, glowing red dots along pools of black, oily ink. Those lips parted to flash rows of sharp, pointed teeth.Massive wings erupted from its back, buffeting the circle, testing the bonds that restrained it. Straining its containment... Then a tail, coated in spines and scale lurched forward, wrapping around the Summoner's throat. Squeezing; tearing at the flesh.It brought them close, face to demonic, eldritch face. A bisected, black tongue crossing its lips.
It wishes to know about me? Interesting. Very well, I will entertain It... For now.I vaguely remember my home, the dense forests, the stench of rain. The emotions that I felt amongst those I considered friends... That, escapes me.I was born, I lived a life. I had a family, friends, children. They're all gone now. All of that is gone, nothing more than a fleeting memory. Sometimes I wonder, are those fading thoughts truly my own? Or are they of those that I have consumed? That I was forced to feed upon to survive.At first, I hated myself for it. I tried to resist that urge, that NEED. But, it grew too strong, as my energy waned I felt myself growing weak. Countless times I starved myself, countless times I perished, thinking that I would be free of this curse. But every single time, it was ripped away from me. I woke up, as if it were but a bad dream.Then I gave in, I began to feast and it was good. Oh, it was so good. I cursed myself for not giving in earlier. I grew stronger, oh so stronger. I captured my own domain, my own little kingdom, and life was good. I waged wars, captured slaves, subjects and meals.Then, I was shown a whole other world. No, a different plane of existence. One that seemed terribly familiar, yet alien at the same time. I was first brought forth to a place I believe that you mortals refer to as Mhach.They yearned for power, and so I and countless others delivered it to them. They waged war, glorious, brutal war. A feast of souls, OURS for the reaping. I gorged myself upon those battlefields, and I wanted more. But, there was a calamity, a great flood that drowned and washed away my delectable feast.I was barely able to maintain my presence in this place, and soon enough I once more awoke in my domain. In my fortress, now driven to ruins. In my absence a usurper claimed it. I was outraged. How dare this WRETCH defile MY throne?! Bah, such an inconvenience. To be set back, to be forced back to thriving upon the filth and lesser beings. But, I was able to reclaim what was mine.And now, I'm here. I've been here countless times. Fools such as yourself yearn for power, they call upon us. They call upon me, and I eagerly answer. So tell me, mortal... What is it that you desire most?
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