In the middle of the ritual, amidst the scorching flames surrounded by brilliant binding crimson light. Eshir saw a pitch-black bubbling slimy liquid devoid of any light resembling a demon made of thousands of shadows.
Hair all over the body of Eshir rises screaming to run from the National predator who could Devour him whole not leaving even the bones intact. Before Eshir could even deliberate over his instincts. The slimy liquid like a predator leaped over him.
Black burning slimy liquid warps around the body of Eshir. Inundate all his senses with sharp and stinging pain like thousands of burning needles entering his body. The feeling of his body slowly dissolving with the pungent smell of decaying and the uncertainty of his survival made his heart possessed with the most ancient fear known, The primordial fear of the unknown.
With the bitter taste of his own dissolved flesh in his mouth, Eshir screamed to the point that the small vessels of his vocal cord burst filling his mouth with the metallic taste of blood. The slimy liquid sweeps through the little space in the skull mask entering his body through his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
His ears which are used to hear the praises from everyone are now filled with those sinister-looking black slimy tentacles.
Eshur tried to move his hand, to throw the skull mask, which is the source of strength of the ritual to end it Midway. Trying to grasp the only sliver of hope left for his survival. Eshit gathered all the strength left in his body to move his hand towards his face.
He struggled the most he could but the only answer he got was the bending of his arm bone to an unnatural angle.
The feeling of helplessness and hopelessness washed away Eshir as he could do nothing but just watch the burning liquid slowly enter his body through holes and pores taking away all of his senses and destroying his internal organs.
Having lost all his senses even the pain, and even his thoughts are gradually getting sluggish. The only emotions he could feel were helplessness and fear. In the mere span of 10 seconds, the ominous slime made him feel pain much more than both of his lives combine
Amidst the the chaos of thought and the struggle of living a smooth voice echoes in his mind.
Despite being unable to comprehend what the voice says. But it is enough to calm his raging imaginary heart. Feeling the destruction of his organs is no longer as scary as before.
Eshir focuses on the voice trying to understand what it says but all his efforts are fruitless. Despite not understanding it one bit, the meaning of those words engraved in his mind said that when he opened his eyes again, his pain and his helplessness had long been gone and from then on would begin a legend which not only spread in the world of mortal but to the gate of heaven or even beyond, his legend. Hearing the sweet voice like a lullaby Eshir fell asleep.
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[..ke u. ...ping ...ncess]
[.... up sleeping Princess] An enchanting voice said. Waking Eshir up from his deep slumber.
Before Eshir could answer the enchanting voice a pungent smell permeated his nostrils almost making him vomit. When Eshir opened his eyes he found himself lying in the mixture of broken shards of skull mask and red, black, and brown liquid which gave out a foul smell.
His whole body is covered with that diabolical mixture making him itch for bathing with his expensive bathing oils to get rid of this foul scent from his body.
Unable to control his urge, in the dark room only illuminated by the little light coming from the almost exhausted candles. He rushes toward the ceremonial black robe and wipes every corner of his body with it.
Covering his nose with his hand he used the same robe as a mop to clean the mess on the floor as much as he could and threw it to the furthest corner. Feeling the foul smell significantly lessened. Eshir feels much better than before.
Eshir trotted toward the door to open it but before he could even touch the door his hands stopped midway.
Giggling noises echo through the room.
[hehehe Go on open the door. Show the world your mighty Excalibur] It teases Eshir.
Seeing nothing in the room could be used to hide his naked body, Eshir's face paled considerably.
Finding current situations more pressing than the mocking remark of *it*, as it involves his dignity as master.
Finding no other solution. He fixed his hair, proudly opened the door, and elegantly walked out of the door with his bare well-toned body and drop-dead gorgeous for everyone to admire while listening to the enchanting giggling voice of *it* as background music that plays in movies when the protagonist of the movie first show himself.
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{Date - 9th December, 4869,
7:00 PM,
Dear Diary,
As usual, I'm going to share my whole day's experience with you. Today was a glorious day for me as I was able to see my ideal Eshir Lionheart albeit only for a few seconds. I work in a private villa of my idle, This is truly a dream-like job for me as I could see him and in addition it pays well too. Despite the nagging of the head maid to clean every room two times *just to be sure* that everything is clean properly, I love my job. The only upsetting thing is that it's only a private villa and not the main mansion the frequency of his coming is quite low.
Today is the first time I have seen him and I found all the rumors about his handsome face are baseless. He is not just handsome, he is divine like a sculpture carved by gods themselves, without any blemish. I don't understand why those foolish mortals dare to compare his beauty with elves. They are no different than long-ear baboons against him or even worse.
I once had a friend who asked me what I liked about him and call him crippled and can't use mana that bitch, Just thinking of her make me angry. My decision to push from the 3rd floor was right. What a shame that cockroach of a bitch still survives. Even without mana, he is too perfect to make even gods jealous. In fear of us mortals worshiping him instead of them, they strip mana of him. His spirit of charity, noble demeanor, his kind-heartedness, and his... I should end it here or I will fill the whole diary with his praises. I..} Before she could write further a voice called him. "Tracy, Come quickly. I can feel he will come out of the room soon."
Quickly finishing writing her diary Tracy looked at the one who called him with a clear look of envy she thought 'Quite convenient skill to have.' This skill will inform her if her master needs her for something, despite the limited range of effect this skill is something Tracy is envious of. Imagine being the first one to answer every need of her master is something like a dream come true for her.
She planned to write her today's diary entry quickly and stand before the room Eshir was in to be the first one to see him when he came out. But being overly excited she writes too much and even some unnecessary things.
She quickly picks up a pair of knives as a weapon if anyone dares to attack her master and rushes toward his room with his friends.
'Should I prepare some juice if he is thirsty after all too much time has passed since he entered the room or should I prepare some food? It was a good idea to remember his favorite food. If goes by his schedule, At this time he prefers coffee over other things. I know his favorite coffee. It was quite an expensive one as it took me 2 months' salary to buy it.' While thing she reached the room. Unfortunately, the door of the room was already opened.
Tracy rushed toward the room with her highest possible speed, to be the first one to see him. A foul smell enters her nose but the desire to be the first to see him drives her further.
Before she could reach it, a figure emerged from the door. She heard a few words but in a rush was unable to understand when she closely analyzed the figure.
Drop-dead gorgeous face and well-toned perfect body laid bare before her eyes. Heat rises from her body painting her face with a deep red blush. As her gaze went down the redness of her face got a shade darker matching the color of tomato. Her nose started to bleed uncontrollably and in a mere span of a few seconds, Tracy lost consciousness crashing on the ground. 'Noooo, I-I want to see more..'