The King is an old man, praised for his gallantry and innovative policies. Resting by his side was his weapon, the Will of The Gods. A spear, imbued with the soul of a primordial.
On his right flank is a masked man clad in gold ornate armor. He wields a great sword that emits a dark aura. Xiuhcoatl, known by many as the King's Fire Serpent. His natural predilection for the flame and complete mastery over it made him a threat in more ways than you would have liked. Dull streaks of light dance across his armor and weapon. On his breastplate was an eye. Its pupil being bright orange had trained its bizarre sight onto you.
" So this is him," he says in a condescending tone. " Why would he be the one? "
On the King's left is a slender figure. Their physique clearly depicts them as female. In one hand is a rapier, a straight, two-edged sword with a narrow pointed blade that had white pulsating runes etched unto the surface of the blade, giving it a resplendent light. She was known as Zora by many. But you knew her by another name, Marzanna. In her other hand is a whip, made from the spine of a legendary beast slayed long ago. Her aptitude was that of blood and bone, excogitating unprecedented weapon arts that would be the envy of many. Pools of blood floated idly around her, twisting into amorphous structures. Her physique was one many maidens would undoubtedly kill for. Her hourglass figure paired along with ample breasts which the armor clearly showed would make most men seek her affection, even at the cost of their own life. And she knew this. It was as though a siren had manifested, caroling a song for her beloved. To give in would bring a fate worse than death.
" I think he certainly has the drive," She responds in a sultry tone. " I mean look at what he has accomplished."
These two were known as the arms of the king and have proven themselves more than worthy of that title. They have been by his side long before he came to rule the land.
The King rises from his throne, never breaking eye contact with you. He grips his spear, which begins to glow, and points it at you.
" Tell me something," He speaks, his tone is one of calmness. You detect a hint of respect underneath all that.
" What do you hope to seek by doing this?" He inquires of you.
You know why you stand in front of them, why you committed those acts. He knows why you are here but it is clear he wants to hear the reason directly from your lips. You deny him that joy.
As the trio approach, you drop to a knee and initiate the final act of your plan. You begin to recite the incantation. It seems they comprehend the significance of your action as the King is the first to move. Unfortunately for them, they are a moment too slow, and you end it.
Upon uttering the final word, something reveals itself, something iniquitous. The area around you is incontinently engulfed in darkness. The King and his guards are nowhere to be seen.
All around you is darkness. A thick blanket of fog had descended over the entire room, limiting visibility to a few feet. You look around, trying to ascertain what made this.
Then you see it, or better yet, you finally notice it as the figure has its sight trained on you. A prodigious amalgamation of skulls looms over you. This is the consequence of your prayer. The skulls rotate individually on their own axis, making the entity even more ghastly than it already is. The skulls begin to move, creating a cacophony of bones rattling, and breaking.
A moment later and the entity, in its new form stands in front of you. It has taken on a humanoid form but is completely made out of skulls. Its lower jaw unhinges and a thick, viscid fluid ebbs out.
" Your prayers have been answered, human," the entity declares, its voice being nothing more than multitudinous voices.
It veers around and reaches out. A long, slender object begins to manifest, a needle. In a flash, it has your arm in a vice-like grasp. The needle is driven into your hand. You feel no discomfort, only a sensation that runs through your entire body.
" Remittance is your memories, human," the entity states. " You will know when the moment is upon you. "
This entity is the god that has been forgotten by many. In your chase for requital, you discovered an ancient text on a desolate site. You spared no expense until you found the site. There you found this entity, left by its people for another god. Their fate was swift and sent a message to the rest. Only sparse ruins
You made a pact, becoming its pawn to use its power to fulfill your objective. And it did as it had been true to its word. It granted you unlimited power for you to wreak vengeance upon your adversaries.
The entity steps to the side, and the room returns once more. The King and his guards are still in motion, weapons aimed at you. You waste no time and dispose of them.
You move to the King, wrench his weapon from his grip, and thrust it through his torso. His expression slowly begins to change to one of a mixture of pain and horror.
The others immediately alter their trajectories, eyes ablaze with rage. You take their weapons and decapitate both with their respective weapons.
Time resumes its intrinsic nature. Blood sprays athwart, and the headless bodies writhe as they drop with a thud. Their heads lay a few feet away, eyes dull and devoid of life.
The room is quiet. That is until you hear a chuckle. You turn just in the nick of time to see the King tear out his weapon, blood, and entrails pouring out of the gaping hole in his torso like a geyser.
" I remember you now," He declares between ragged breaths. He discards his helm. His eyes, bloodshot, lock unto you. " You are the militiamen whose family I... Killed."
Your grasp on your blade becomes tighter, and your vision begins to turn red. Every fiber in your being yearns to tear the sardonic maniac apart with nothing more than your hands.
He points behind you with a crooked, bloody finger. You turn and watch the two headless corpses rise, their movements twitchy and unnatural.
" Did you think I would not have planned for this?" You hear his voice, much closer than before.
Something strikes you, something hard. You barely feel the pain before a foray sends you flying. You are swift to rise, your heightened senses firing on all cylinders detect two entities charging at you.
You have little time to defend yourself and opt to effectuate a barrier. It does its intended duty, garnering enough energy before transferring it to you as you leap away from the reanimated duo.