Joc's tired eyes stared up upon the starry heavens as he laid under a shrub, upon the cold rough earth. [ahhhhh…. Really… it's funny isn't… My down fall didn't come about by a demons hand… But instead by the ones I protected and served… And now I'm in a demon child's body… It's Truly revolting when the demons are more trustworthy than my kin and peers…. At least the demons know how to uphold a bargain… Well at least some…ahhh… friend… in a disgusting twist of fate it was probably would've been better to served you… Than that nest of vipers called the 'nobility'… You fucking steel balled demons for as morally deficient as you are... Your word is worth 10 times more that of the supposedly superior breed known as the 'nobles'…ha… I guess the problem was wrangling your word out of your gullet… Bunch of stubborn bastards… Victor… ahhh my son…you were so wonderful compared that fucking brat rudlag... Bit stubborn but I guess that is just in your blood… It's truly a shame… you probably would've made a great hair... Better than my piece of shit brother…ahhhhh… Victor you even had Royal blood… Demonic Royal blood…but Royal blood nonetheless…you even had eyes like mine… hay…wait..WAIT…WAIT..UGHHH!.....] …as joc's Thoughts drifted towards his adopted son victor, he started to realize something. His eyes, his new body's eyes were amethyst. As the realization hit him, his head had started to pound; feeling as if his skull was going to split apart.
joc let loose a guttural screech of pain; his body had started to convulse violently. Flashes of images… Memories flashing before him, but they weren't his; they were not joc's memories.
Joc was Plunged within a memory… It was familiar but it was from the wrong perspective. "umm…papa. Whut that" the voice was that of a toddler…its red clawed hand pointed towards a fluffy rabbit that was munching on a tulip[..it looks nice...] His vision changed as he turned his head to look up at a man… The man who was in a primitive wheelchair being pushed by…[papa's friend john..]. The man was missing both his legs and an arm. His hair was salt-and-pepper and features weathered. "That Victor is called a rabbit, it's a docile prey animal" the man spoke with a smile on his face, his voice was soft and kind. "Ra..u..ummm..ra..ra..Ra…b..it…Rabuit." The Toddler cocked his head and put his clawed hand on his chin. "hahaha very good Victor" the man used his good hand to Pat the child's head. [I did good!] " papa I dud good?" The child Eagerly asking for more praise. "Yes you did good Victor, now try saying docile" [I did good, I did!] "bo…bo..c..c..lu…BOCLU!" he looked towards his father expecting more praise. "Almost, try again, try saying docile again." [NO I did good!] "papa..i did good..BOCLU, BOCLU..SEE!" His cheek started to puff up and pout. "ahhh, no Victor Its 'Do' not 'Bo'…"
The memory had faded from joc's mind only to be replaced with another one, bearing the same familiarity as the last one. "papa I don't want to go! I want to stay here…Don't make me go! I don't want to!" His eyes were puffy and red from crying. [ why, why are you making me go papa… I like it here, do you not love me!...] " ahhh Victor you have to go… I..i..am sorry son. But you can't stay here with me. It's dangerous for you here, you remember those funny looking people with the white robes and hats. They want to hurt you and they are very persistent. If you stay here I won't be able to protect you forever… the white robed people are very very evil and will lie, cheat, steal and kill; All just to hurt you Victor…and I can't drive the evil people away because they'll use that as an excuse not only to hurt you, but everyone here. Victor my son please understand, you have to go" the child's father tried to explain but…" your strong papa, your friends are strong, John, hans, anton their all strong…so why, why can't I just stay with you papa. I like it here I don't want to go." [ papa all your friends are strong…so why… I don't care that there's bad people… why Are you making me leave!]. He was unable to accept, unwilling; he didn't want to leave his father side.
" Jonh... Please just do it... Do as we discussed." The gray-haired mans voice was haggard and rough. " As you command lord…" [ WHY WHY… I DON'T WANT TO GO!!] johns calloused hands picked up victor. "NO NO … PUT ME DOWN..DON'T ME GO!!" The child screamed, Tears streaming from his eyes. He pounded his little hands against john's back and kicked his feet against john trying to wiggle free from john's grasp; But it was all in vain he may be a demon, but was still little more than a tiny child. As the gray-haired man bound to a wheelchair faded into the distance so did the memory…
Only to be replaced again another memory but this one was not so familiar… He struggled against the chains but it was to no avail. " Beast you really shouldn't struggle too much it will make things all much harder…" The voice had a disgusting sincere tone. The man who had spoken, was wearing elegant gold embroidered red robes; his face was wrinkled and weathered carrying a disgusting smile of self-satisfaction. [… These chains… Why won't you break… just break already…I don't want to be here…that man is going to something bad… SO BREAK!...just break please!!] He was desperately pleading with the inanimate object in his mind.
" tis…tis beast you know you can't break those chains… They are much too strong, and well only a miracle will free you…but beast you should know this… but God does not grant miracles to the vile beast and blasphemer. The Lord above shall only grant his most holy grace to those who are true believers and servants to the holy faith. THIS IS WHY YOU ARE HERE BEAST, GOD ORDAINE THIS ENCOUNTER! HE IN HIS MOST GLORIOUS GRACE HAD ORCHESTRATED YOUR CAPTURE; HE LAED THY MOST VILE BEAST OF THE ACCURSED DEMONS TO ME, FOR MY FAITH HELD THE STRONGEST! HE THE KING OF KINGS, THE LORD OF THE HEAVENS, THE DIVINE ARBITRATOR OF TRUTH AND GOOD, THE CREATOR OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND HOLY, HE HAS CHOSEN ME TO BE HIS SWORD AND SO HE HAS BESTOWED ON TO ME THE MOST DIVINE OF TASKS! AND YOU BEAST SHOULD BE ELATED FOR YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO AID ME IN MY MOST HOLY OF TASKS! SO COME NOW SING PRASE FOR THE LORD!" The red robed man overcome with emotion threw his hands in to the air and praises the Lord, tears streaming from his eyes as he sings praise for his God.
[He's crazy … I am Scared…I..i..i don't want to be here… chains please just break… Please! Please! Please!!!] Struggled against chains even harder; trying to wiggle loose or snap them but it is once as the red robed man said he couldn't free himself from them… After the red robed priest calmed down he continued to prepare a strange looking device. Its top was a glass sphere filled with a strange viscous black liquid which gave off an eerie magical glow. Its base was a gold frame encrusted with clear crystals they themselves were wrapped with copper wire that went within the glass sphere at the bottom.
"Oh lord grant me your holy light, grant me your divine grace!" Brilliant white light had started to seep from the red robes priest's hands and started to flow towards the strange object. The object happily and greedily devoured the light, it in turn started to glow even more brilliantly than the white light. The light it gave off was still its pale eeriness but was so bright that it was becoming blinding. "Oh Lord grant me your divine arbitration, grant me your divine grace!" The priest chanted, and even more brilliant white light spewed forth from his mouth and eyes, Only to be devoured by the device. " OH LORD GRANT ME YOUR ETERNAL POWER, GRANT ME YOUR DIVINE GRACE!" The priest voice reached a crescendo and his body became a blinding pillar of white light, and again the device devoured the light like a starving beast.
[ NO! NO! NO! Please break.. I DON'T WANT THIS JUST STOP PLEASE….PLLLLEEASSEEEEEEEE!!!!....p.p….p....p.............................................] nothing his thoughts had stopped, he stopped struggling against the chains, his body went limp… It was as if he had died, but he still breathe. Joc could still see the memory continuing but it was no longer a memory but… A thoughtless vision... Empty of consciousness…
"…good…GOOD, OH LORD YOU ARE GREAT, FOR YOU HAVE GRANT ME; YOUR MOST LOYAL SERVANT! THIS MOST POWERFULL TOOL OF YOUR GRAND PLAN! " The red robed priest through his hands into the air again and started to praise his god …again.
Sprouting from the top of the strange device, was a plant or more specifically a small leafless tree sampling; instead of a woody exterior looked as if it was made of a black flesh… Instead of bark there was fleshy leathery skin nearly pitch black in tone… it had what appeared to be pulsating veins just under its 'bark'…. Its roots appeared as like black tentacles greedily slurping up the black fluid in the glass sphere… This thing …didn't appear like a plant… But instead a horrid aberration masquerading as a plant… With that final image seared into joc's mind the memory had faded like all the others…
Joc woke sputtering up blood… Black…blood…