"You killed, you destroyed, you stole, you lied, you wanted to be immortal and now I grant you your wish. You will eternally eat yourself never to be sated and painful hunger befall you, your eyes never to close again so you may see your petty existence, your body mangled and wrapped around yourself so you may know no comfort. Your true name forgotten, and now I name you Ouroboros. May you suffer." Said the Master, his voice was cold, stoic and young.
The figure exploded, its pieces began to scatter and reshape themselves, endlessly long into a line. First it formed its length a snake body so skinny every rib is visible, the skin was coarse like sand, then the eyes appeared on its body, then it had its mouth, filled with endless sharp teeth unorganized. It wrapped in many ways like a group of worms moving on their own. It searched for most painful ways to turn its body in, every vertebrae chipping itself against one another. Then with its mouth it bit the other end, and started chewing. The serpent endlessly writhed in torturing pain every eye kept wide open, and its body endlessly continued to move so it may never know rest, sometimes its eyes wide get touched by the skin and cut them, but the eyes would regenerate slowly so the pain may continue. It kept most of its mind, a certain piece it had separated before meeting the master, but it suffered its pain too. Though the minds may be separated the soul is still connected, so painfully the serpent's existence was.
Then The Serpent's mind spoke
Endless withering, endless pain… You know nothing of eternity. I will return. I will find a new vessel, I will find new strength, and I will make you suffer like you have made me. Know this Master, your end will come. Soon.
The Serpent's other half leaves to the furthest level of Gurges. The Serpent is weak, and the only vessel it can hold on to is something weaker than itself or posses a being of equal power. He descends into Piryasko, the furthest world from The Master. The Serpent's many eyes searched for a weak vessel, it found the world cold, the snow and night had befallen it, The Serpent hasn't known of nights in so long, In the upper worlds there would always be light. As he searched most things that came up were small rats and rabbits, they were stronger than he is in his current state, and even if he wasn't the isn't a reason for him to posses such unintelligent creatures. What he was looking is a smart creature, that has room to possess strength, wills, ambitions, and desires. After hours of searching the world, he found it. There it was a child laid beside a man covered in snow, the child was covered in layers of hide with a small pocket by the face to let the air in, the man was covered in pelts from different animals, his feet were kept in hide, and he was holding the child in his arms. After a closer inspection The Serpent found the man to be dead, his body had relaxed and he was worn out by the nature. The child was alive, quiet and asleep. The Serpent looked around and noticed among the endless snowflakes a light headed this way.
He will live. He will grow. He is perfect.
The Serpent possess a piece of his mind into the child, he will use him when the time is right. Then the figures with the light approach. It's a big convoy, many pale looking men, with red eyes stand over the scene. Two of the figures were young men, they had beautiful smooth skin and long hair, the other two were much older, their cheeks sunken, and the skin under the eyes is weary. They were heavily dressed, much heavier than the man. They stood over the two and analyzed small details. One of the younger men lowered down and picked the kid up. The other checked on the man.
"They are from the green. What is it he is doing here?" Said the man who was looking at the dead one.
"Why take his child? Is it his? Maybe it's sick?" Said the young man who held the child.
"Leave the man, he is too much, search him and what he had, the child we will take. When it gets warmer we'll return him to the green." Said one of the old men.
The other old man standing to the right of him nudged him with his elbow.
"Look at them, they are of the green, the child will die, why let it suffer?" He pointed to the baby.
"No, that is not our way. We will keep the child safe, and when time comes he will return to the green." Replied the old man
The younger men nodded their heads, and then the child made a small sound. A little wail came from the covers of hides. Then the man holding my it brought him up.
"Don't worry little one, you are safe."