By Minionclaw
| Tutral continued to rap his newly ensnared victim in cold vampiric
webbing, Tutrel paused for a second, trying to disern this feeling that
overwhelmed him, he staired at the corpse raped lovingly like a newborn,
in deaths embrace, the mark of terror was marred across his victim,s face,
warm blood oozed from this terror stricken dead man, at that same moment,
Tutreal could sense the buzzing of thousands of other Zephonim thoughtwaves
flow like crimson through his mind, and yet one overwhelming voice drowned
out all the other mind static.. it was him... Zephon the spider god.I
could feel my masters will reasurt control once more...Tutrel could barly
remember wether I was alive or dead at this point, he moved silently and
decisevly as did all of us, uniformly we marched to the deaded tune of
a diasbled god. I was barly aware of my own consiousness at that moment...
this was the way of allmost all Zephonim, we had lost all control of our
action,s after our lord Zephon, eveolved into his new horric form, we were
mere puppets spinning his own mind,s web... we are beasts cold chitinous,
the shrill of our own voice,s and screeches as we scurry about the
silenced cathedaeral, going about our dirty existance,
We were just about able to think... we could only think in jumbled stream,s... we could no longer verbally communicate.. we were souls inprisoned in stetched skin and used blood, no longer were we Vampires masters of our own whim,s... ironically we became just as mute as these ancient pipes and bells.. castrated of our own sense of self, we remained steadfast the silent white army, eternally ensnared. Tutral began to haul his victim by a tendril, attaching the deaceased to the wall, blood slowly beagan to work its way from the dead man to cracked stone work, As with our master we to evolved... we were mere puppets... telephically linked to him, in will and deed, we were his instruments, and so it remained that way for centuries, we gathered,stored,feed,pupated With each passing day we began to lose something, I cant place it, its allmost as if we were running allmost an instinctual level, the walls of the Cathederal seethed in gelatinous resign alligned with the spiralling of our own hym a buzzing hym to which we sang, for days without end... Cocoon,s pulsated like black hearts, nurturing the prisoners of skin and bone, bell,s lay brocken, half eaten corpse,s hung from the height,s rotting, slowly filling the breeding room, with decay and mortification,. The wall,s permanently soiled with blood and torture etched in their wake, And at the heart of this hive, Zephon, the spider god, disabled as he was,rose like a snake out water, his long thin skeletal frame stood high, his massive head smiles wide as he servayed his throne, now his body, the inner confine,s were composed primarily of pulsating organic, skin and webbing, Fledging,s pupated out of this alian enviroment.. Massive claw,s extended from Zephon,s body to the wall,s... Zephon, smiled for he knew he was happy, one day all would worship him, and some time soon he would sup upon another tastey morsel Lord Kain...., as Zephon envisaged kain,s head impaled upon his claw,s.. another image came to mind, the whole world drowned in blood great wave,s crashed against the rock,s he could hear the screams, men drowned, and amidst all this chaos, one constant reamined, a small island of flesh and bone rose from the crimson drenched land, it was the spider god, his red eye,s shone like twin sun,s and million,s of his offspring crawled all about this new kingdom... For Kingom,s are made in ashe,s... Latsely Tutral the zephonim, was lamenting in the remnants of his mind, one image stood out from the rest, he envisaged a man sitting on a chair reading a small girl a story, and for the last memory,s end, a small bloodtear formed,... the droplet fell as softley as a feather, and then all that was left was nothing, Tutral was dead, he was now just another puppet, the buzzing of the voice,s was all that was left of his mind... The buzzing never end,s it only multiply,s.
All reference,s to event,s and charcter,s are owned by eidos interactive and Crystal Dynamic,s... I own the character Of Tutrael, and this story is a product of my own mind.. |