At the crack of dawn Kazamir was up and ready , he radiated a positive aura unlike his usually gloomy one. Today he'd have a chance to change his life after all.
He rushed over to the chiefs house and to his surprise he was one of the last one's to arrive , with a few arriving in the following hour or so everyone was present and the awakening could finally commence.
The old chief appeared before them and cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Ahem ahem , Alright you little shits today is your day , prove your worth not only to the tribe but also to the world let them know the might of us goblins , although we may be looked down upon we can still shone above the masses just as any other species."
The old goblin paused and looked at the crowd of goblins before noddin his head and continuing.
"Now you lot shall move over to the statue of the sacred we worship , us goblins are believers of Manheru the High Sacred of Night and to receive her blessing and awaken one has to offer her blood , luckily our forest is overrun with beasts and our hunters have managed to catch an understandable amount.These will be used for the blood offering and during your awakening if it is successful you should be transported to a starry night sky with a beautiful blue moon and there you shall meet Manheru..Cough cough."
The old goblin broke out into a fit of coughs and made a weird sound with his throat before he spat onto the ground and looked up at the goblins as though they were retards.
"Go on then what are you waiting for you little shits?"
The goblins nodded nervously and walked their way to the statue of Manheru located east of the chiefs house , when they arrived they found the hunter waiting on them with buckets of beast blood set apart from each other , the space in between them was enough to fit on goblin and still leave ample space.
The buckets were equal which made Kazamir release a sigh of relief , he thought the tribe might leave him out like they always did but it seemed this time was different.
They were directed by the the hunters on what to do and the awakening process quickly began the hunters began to pour buckets of left over beast blood on the statue to ensure success.
All the goblins closed their eyes and repeated the prayer they were taught and quickly all of them began to glow in a black starry light , including Kazamir.
Who upon completing his prayer was transported to a void like place , no stars no source of light nothing but complete darkness.He looked around for the beautiful blue moon or Manheru but to no avail.
He began to panic.
Had he done something wrong?
Had he failed to recite the prayer properly?
Had he failed to awaken?
A myriad of thoughts ran through his mind and he nearly broke down when suddenly amidst his chaotic mind rang a deep ancient voice.
"The blood of 'He' shall never die.
Awaken child of chaos born of suffering and pain.
A being never meant to be.
The crying bhudhha.
Oh Malevolent Asura!!"
After the voice ceased to speak Kazamir's body was flooded by an influx of pain but not a sound leaked from his mouth , it is not that he did not want to scream but he was unable to in fact he was indeed screaming but it was drowned by the silent void not allowing any disturbances within its realm all but the deep voice which resounded once more with more ferocity this time.
"Blood!
MORE BLOOD!
ASURA SHALL NEVER FALL!!
KILL!!
GIVE YOUR BLOOD FOR HIS HIGHNESS!!"
The pain upon his body suddenly stopped , the it all shifted to his head which caused him to froth at the mouth but unable to fall unconscious. Deep red markings began to appear on the right side of his forehead and ran down his cheek , neck , chest , stomach and leg.The whole right side of his body was covered in tattoo like markings.
After the tattoos stopped spreading the pain stopped as well and Kazamir panted on all fours , cold sweat running down his body. He felt his body become heavier and heavier with each passing moment , eventually he blacked out and vanished from the void space.
When Kazamir opened his eyes back in the outside world his eyes opened wide , so wide the sides would've torn. Infront of him , in his hand to be exact was the head of one of the goblin hunters helping with their awakening , half his face was eaten off and Kazamir was certain he could feel something like flesh stuck in his teeth.
He retched and attempted to puke out the goblin flesh but nothing came out . Tears welled in his eyes and he began to frantically look around for help only to be greeted by a more devastating sight , there infront of him laid the corpses of his fellow goblins , dead. Some had limbs pulled from their sockets whilst some were eaten with teeth marks on their bodies.
Kazamir didn't want to believe it , no he wouldn't believe it. How? why? , as these thoughts raced through his mind , he heard about a dozen footsteps approaching him , he frantically through his head back and found the tribe , led by the chief looking at him with horrified faces.
Kazamir was afraid , he wanted to explain , he wanted to tell them it wasn't his fault....that he was also a victim but he stuttered.
"N-no it wa-wasnt m-m-me.."
And was cut off by the loud bellow of the old chief who at this point had bloodshot eyes.
"SHUT UP!! , YOU MONSTER , YOU CURSE. WE SHOULD HAVE LET YOU DIE BACK THEN WITH YOUR TRAITOROUS PARENTS , YOUR WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY WAS A CURSE. HOW DARE YOU!? AFTER ALL WE HAVE DONE FOR YOU , THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US!? BY KILLING YOUR OWN!? , YOU HAVE TO PAY.....PAY FOR YOUR SINS."
He paused for a moment and surveyed the tribe and spoke in a hoarse deep voice concealing hatred so unreconciled, even the daughter of Hatred herself would feel ashamed.
"Kill!!"
After the chiefs confirmation the tribe charged at Kazamir with a roar , weapons of different kinds in their hands , pitchforks , spears ,swords , kitchen utensils and many more.
Kazamir backed up onto the statue of Manheru , fear gripping his heart as it raced and sweat and tears drenched his body. This was a nightmare , yes he would wake up real soon and it'll be the real day of awakening.
Kazamir tried to comfort himself with these thoughts and the tribe was just about to reach him suddenly he hard the deep voice resound within his head once again.
"BLOOD!"
No , no , no , NO!! , Kazamir gripped his head as he began to kneel , but the voice paid no mind and continued.
"BLOOD!
THOSE WHO DARE HARM HIS HIGHNESS SHOULD PAY IN BLOOD
PAY IN SORROW AND PAIN
AKIN TO HIS BIRTH
MASSACRE THEM AND BE REBORN ONCE MORE MY LIEGE
LONG LIVE SOVEREIGN ASURA!"
And with that Kazamir blacked out , but his body did not lose consciousness with him. Instead it began to stand and the deep red tattoos covered the whole right side of his body.
When he lifted his head the tribe was already upon him , but he didn't seem to panic and simply lifted his right arm and whispered.
"My liege is hungry be his nourishment"
The blood surrounding him began to gather at his palm , this caused the tribe to halt their charge. The blood then formed a large spear which positioned itself atop his head.
The tribe was fear stricken and some had already turned to run alas it was too late , Kazamir gently pushed his hand forward and willed the spear , which ripped the air as it speed to the tribe.
Upon its touch bodies would explode only to be sucked of their blood and left as dry husks. Screams echoed throughout the village but were quickly silenced as the massacre ended , leaving only the chief upon his knees and tears staining his face.
Kazamir walked and stood before him , looking down at the aged chief he used his hand to touch his forehead and whispered.
"Blood , you shall all pay in blood."
Heatings this the chief began to panic , he was horrified beyond measure and he began to frantically beg.
"No NO! PLEASE SPARE MY LIF.."
Alas he was cut off as a suction force pulled the blood out of his body , through his eyes , mouth , nose and ears and like that he died.
Kazamir remained silent for a moment and nodded before speaking to himself.
"It is done , but this body is too weak for my liege. I shall leave you with one last gift my king and hope you reach me fast enough."
He then willed the blood to cocoon around him and within the blood cocoon Kazamir's body slept.
Upon awakening the true legend of Asura's descendant would begin.