"Come, and I shall bestow you with powers beyond imagination!"
His words were tempting, and Chris was someone who wouldn't take advantage of an opportunity. He thought about this scholarly looking youth's strength and realized that this youth wasn't joking; he stopped thinking of conning this supposedly young man and began considering serving him. He didn't mind it in all honesty.
Ever since Chris was a young boy, he had always been the classic lackey character; he curried favour with a lot of people, giving him a web of connections. Using this web of connections, he easily got a spot on the special-ops squadron.
The members of his village congratulated him on his entry into the team, but only he knew the dark truth. In the special-ops squadron, he was the lowest kind of trash, lower than even the criminals that they apprehended.
He pulled strings, got a few body enhancements, and managed to become the captain of the special-ops squadrons. He finally got a position he felt was worthy enough for him.
But still, all these were not things that he achieved on his own. He still had to use multiple connections to acquire everything, but now this youth just said that he could give him power beyond imagination. Was this true?
"Yes Chris, step forward and walk to me. Everything you ever wanted in your whole life will be given to you. Just walk."
Chris was conflicted, he didn't know what to do, on one hand, he had the Special ops squadron where he used the blood and sweat from currying favours to get into, and on the other hand, a young man, no not a young man, a monster who said he would grant him power if he walked towards him.
Should he pick the wrong decision, he would be annihilated He thought of the odds of each side and raised his left leg to walk forward. The moment he did so, countless guns of all kinds were pointing towards him. Their wielders had their fingers gripped to the trigger, unafraid of killing their captain.
The Wing commander in the chopper above used the microphone to warn Chris,
"Chris, take another step and you're doomed!"
His warnings fell on deaf ears as Chris looked towards the young man who still smiled warmly, his hands outstretched, beckoning him to come forward.
Chris gritted his teeth and yelled in his heart.
'Well, no pain no gain, if I die, then I die!'
And with those words in mind, he took another step forward.
"Fire!"
Bullets rained down like no man's business, hitting anything and everything.
'I'm dead, I'm dead!'
Chris lamented in his mind, he had no time to react, no time to think, it was a wonder that he could even think those last few words.
He opened his closed teary eyes, and saw the young man in front of him, weird spider-like scarfs appeared from his back, blocking each bullet that appeared near Chris.
Chris' eyes widened in awe. The assaulters ran out of ammo and had to reload, given Chris and Raion a bit of time.
"Chris, you have not disappointed me indeed, now I shall grant you power beyond your imagination!"
Raion turned to Chris and yells loudly. He pointed out two fingers at Chris' forehead and chanted in the weird demonic language from earlier.
"Ghnphui, Kahksh, Sahk!"
An eerie green light flew out of Raion's fingers and into Chris' forehead. If one had a super microscope, they would notice that this green light was a cell. They would also begin to doubt life and look at Raion in reverence.
The green cell passed through Chris's body and multiplied at the same time. The green cells ate the normal cell.
Chris's whole life flashed beneath his eyes. He saw his childhood, how he curried favour with older kids since he was bullied by his peers. Those older kids would in turn help in getting rid of the bullies, but everything came with a price.
Currying favour was a weird art, and in doing so, one would sacrifice almost everything they had to ensure that the person that they curried favour would help them.
His childhood left his head as quickly as it came. He was in high school, but this time he submerged into a branch of currying favour which I call Lackeyism. This branch makes the use of currying favour to become the follower of someone whom one needed help from.
When he left high school, he stopped Lackeyism and went back into normal curried favour. He met a rich young master and helped him with a few things, illegal jobs and shit like that. In turn, the rewards he got were great.
All this was astonishing, but now he obtained power in an instant. Chris held up his hand and saw green-snake like veins running under his skin.
"I-i feel it, this is real power!"
Chris yelled excitedly. He looked at the youth who gave him this power strangely and felt an urge o serve him, and as if that urge took control, he knelt down on one knee and dropped his head, speaking under his breath.
"It is my honour to serve Lord Raion."
"Good, very good. Chris, deal with these fellows interrupting my conversation!" Raion says, sounding pleased with himself as he ordered Chris.
"Yes, Lord Raion!"
Chris clenched his palms into a fist and got off the kneeling position, his muscles bulged and grew, tearing through the light armour. His height grew too. The helmet that covered Chris's forehead was broken, revealing a mop of blonde hair and bright green eyes.
Chris didn't stop growing until he was about twenty feet tall, towering above everything in sight, including the helicopter that was high above.
Night had arrived now, and it was pitch black. The only source of illumination was the large lantern like green eyes in that floated in the air.
"ROAR!!!"
An inhumane roar rang out from the giant's mouth, shaking the world!