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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00101010', endColorstr='#a6101010',GradientType=0 );} .sin1words {text-align:justify; font: 10.5pt times new roman, sans-serif; color: #4b3c44; line-height: 14px; width: 600px;}</style><center><div class="sin1layout"><img class="sin1image" src="https://i.imgur.com/3q3hC6U.png"><table class="sin1table"><tr><td class="sin1words">The silence consumes everything around him. Sending him back into the depths of hell itself, back into the black abyss with nothing but silence. Except there is something there. The emerald pulsating light remains. The very entity that lights up the world around him, pushing the darkness away from him. As if it is the only thing that will guide him out of this darkness—his salvation, his revelation.
He can feel the sickness within him, slowly taking away his newfound strength. It weakens him even more as he remains on his knees at the heart Pangea. His breathing is becoming heavier, and his heart is beginning to beat slowly and faintly.
A familiar voice rustles him, awaking his restlessness once again. The dark god speaks again, and he listens. This time he does not listen like a servant does to its master, but as someone entirely different. He is an individual now, a separate entity. He is no longer the creature he once was, no longer will he accept the commands and demands of darker monsters. He will have his say now, not the decisions of gods that are fickle creatures themselves.
The hound’s dark eyes open, focusing on the emerald light in front of him. He listens carefully, on his own accord this time, to the words of the dark god. These commands he does not accept. He chooses to do them instead.
<i>Pangea is sick</i>.
“I am sick too,” he insists.
<i>It cannot rise like this</i>.
“Neither can I.”
Sinner feels the pieces within him, immediately vibrating together. Two worlds bound together, colliding together. The vibrating fills his core, erupting the very inside of his body. It tears at his joints and tendons. It engraves deeper into his bones, pressing them together, bending them in ways that never felt possible.
He grinds his teeth against each other. This feeling is more terrifying than before. He throws his head down into the murky floor. He wants to scream. To scream out into the open. He fights it back though. It would be only showing weakness if he allows himself to be completely consumed by this sickness, to let go of his newfound strength.
<i>Give those pieces to Pangea</i>.
“Why?”
<i>Cement the bond.
The wounds will bleed.
Let blood flow into the heart, too</i>.
“A sacrifice.”
The god wanted a sacrifice—a blood sacrifice.
“No,” he musters through grinded teeth. He will not be another sacrifice to the dark gods again, he will not allow himself to be used like he has been before. He cannot be a servant again—not like this, not now.
His lifts his head up from his kneeled position. The hound’s red, yellow glowing eyes look at the others around them. They are all sacrifices like him. They are so easily fooled answering the call of the dark god. <i>Pathetic. I am pathetic.</i> He throws his head back, attempting to pull himself to stand. <i>I will not be a fool like them.</i>
“I WILL NOT!” Sinner screams, throwing his head back.
But he is suddenly pulled back down. He falls back into his position. The heart of Pangea groans, demanding the blood sacrifice from him.
It’s too late.
The vibrating within his shoulder begins to turn fire. He screams again, louder this time. The pieces of Pangea and the Mountain are rummaging together, slowly working to find their way out of his body. They fuse together almost, pulsating and cutting the inside of his flesh.
His whole core shakes again, the sickness overwhelming him. It works the two pieces out of his black, scarred shoulder slowly. It controls him no matter how much he tries to overcome the sickness. His strength is nothing now. His body is not even his. It is the dark god’s. It is Pangea’s. It is the blood sacrifice. If only he had known that he had accepted to be a sacrifice at the shore where he left the dark god. Things would have been different.
<i>Would they?</i> He wonders for a second through the pain and suffering.
The pieces then pierce through him, slicing open his recently sealed wound. He howls out in pain, pushing himself up into the muddy ground to brace himself. The pieces slowly begin wedge their way through his flesh. His muscles and bones groan in more pain as he feels the force of the disease within him working the pieces out of him. His tendons and joints are on the edge of breaking.
Sinner screams.
The sound of a bone cracks—his right shoulder. He feels the immense pain and suffering. It is unbearable at this point as his right shoulder gives out. Sinner tumbles to the murky floor on his right side helplessly. The pieces are just at the edge of tearing away from his inside, not yet has his blood sacrifice been made.
Finally, the two pieces rip away from his shoulder, exploding with a rush that he could have never felt before. Not even a rush of speed he could ever reach. He screams out in the most terrifying pain he has ever felt before as the blood from his body rushes out from his open wound, sending the two pieces forward into the open heart of the drowned kingdom.
His scream is silenced quickly after the pieces make it to the center of the heart. Sinner begins to feel the disease escape him too as the blood continues to flow through his shoulder and into the heart. His eyes become heavier, and his heart is beating faintly. His breathing is dull.
He closes his eyes, taking in one more deep breath before raspy air is exhaled through his mouth.
Sinner wheezes for air suddenly. His eyes open wide as he gasps for air. Instantly he feels his heart beat against his chest. It thumps loudly against his chest.
He can feel the sand beneath his dark, large body. The shore where he had last seen the dark god. He isn’t sure how he got back here. He doesn’t know how much time has passed. All he knows something has changed.
Maybe everything has.</td></tr></table></div><font color=black size=2 face=garamond>character info: <a href="http://beqanna.com/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=2047">here</a> | character reference: <a href="http://i.imgur.com/y0ghWp1.jpg">here</a></font></center>
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00101010', endColorstr='#a6101010',GradientType=0 );} .sin1words {text-align:justify; font: 10.5pt times new roman, sans-serif; color: #4b3c44; line-height: 14px; width: 600px;}</style><center><div class="sin1layout"><img class="sin1image" src="https://i.imgur.com/3q3hC6U.png"><table class="sin1table"><tr><td class="sin1words">The silence consumes everything around him. Sending him back into the depths of hell itself, back into the black abyss with nothing but silence. Except there is something there. The emerald pulsating light remains. The very entity that lights up the world around him, pushing the darkness away from him. As if it is the only thing that will guide him out of this darkness—his salvation, his revelation. He can feel the sickness within him, slowly taking away his newfound strength. It weakens him even more as he remains on his knees at the heart Pangea. His breathing is becoming heavier, and his heart is beginning to beat slowly and faintly.
A familiar voice rustles him, awaking his restlessness once again. The dark god speaks again, and he listens. This time he does not listen like a servant does to its master, but as someone entirely different. He is an individual now, a separate entity. He is no longer the creature he once was, no longer will he accept the commands and demands of darker monsters. He will have his say now, not the decisions of gods that are fickle creatures themselves.
The hound’s dark eyes open, focusing on the emerald light in front of him. He listens carefully, on his own accord this time, to the words of the dark god. These commands he does not accept. He chooses to do them instead.
<i>Pangea is sick</i>.
“I am sick too,” he insists.
<i>It cannot rise like this</i>.
“Neither can I.”
Sinner feels the pieces within him, immediately vibrating together. Two worlds bound together, colliding together. The vibrating fills his core, erupting the very inside of his body. It tears at his joints and tendons. It engraves deeper into his bones, pressing them together, bending them in ways that never felt possible.
He grinds his teeth against each other. This feeling is more terrifying than before. He throws his head down into the murky floor. He wants to scream. To scream out into the open. He fights it back though. It would be only showing weakness if he allows himself to be completely consumed by this sickness, to let go of his newfound strength.
<i>Give those pieces to Pangea</i>.
“Why?”
<i>Cement the bond.
The wounds will bleed.
Let blood flow into the heart, too</i>.
“A sacrifice.”
The god wanted a sacrifice—a blood sacrifice.
“No,” he musters through grinded teeth. He will not be another sacrifice to the dark gods again, he will not allow himself to be used like he has been before. He cannot be a servant again—not like this, not now.
His lifts his head up from his kneeled position. The hound’s red, yellow glowing eyes look at the others around them. They are all sacrifices like him. They are so easily fooled answering the call of the dark god. <i>Pathetic. I am pathetic.</i> He throws his head back, attempting to pull himself to stand. <i>I will not be a fool like them.</i>
“I WILL NOT!” Sinner screams, throwing his head back.
But he is suddenly pulled back down. He falls back into his position. The heart of Pangea groans, demanding the blood sacrifice from him.
It’s too late.
The vibrating within his shoulder begins to turn fire. He screams again, louder this time. The pieces of Pangea and the Mountain are rummaging together, slowly working to find their way out of his body. They fuse together almost, pulsating and cutting the inside of his flesh.
His whole core shakes again, the sickness overwhelming him. It works the two pieces out of his black, scarred shoulder slowly. It controls him no matter how much he tries to overcome the sickness. His strength is nothing now. His body is not even his. It is the dark god’s. It is Pangea’s. It is the blood sacrifice. If only he had known that he had accepted to be a sacrifice at the shore where he left the dark god. Things would have been different.
<i>Would they?</i> He wonders for a second through the pain and suffering.
The pieces then pierce through him, slicing open his recently sealed wound. He howls out in pain, pushing himself up into the muddy ground to brace himself. The pieces slowly begin wedge their way through his flesh. His muscles and bones groan in more pain as he feels the force of the disease within him working the pieces out of him. His tendons and joints are on the edge of breaking.
Sinner screams.
The sound of a bone cracks—his right shoulder. He feels the immense pain and suffering. It is unbearable at this point as his right shoulder gives out. Sinner tumbles to the murky floor on his right side helplessly. The pieces are just at the edge of tearing away from his inside, not yet has his blood sacrifice been made.
Finally, the two pieces rip away from his shoulder, exploding with a rush that he could have never felt before. Not even a rush of speed he could ever reach. He screams out in the most terrifying pain he has ever felt before as the blood from his body rushes out from his open wound, sending the two pieces forward into the open heart of the drowned kingdom.
His scream is silenced quickly after the pieces make it to the center of the heart. Sinner begins to feel the disease escape him too as the blood continues to flow through his shoulder and into the heart. His eyes become heavier, and his heart is beating faintly. His breathing is dull.
He closes his eyes, taking in one more deep breath before raspy air is exhaled through his mouth.
Sinner wheezes for air suddenly. His eyes open wide as he gasps for air. Instantly he feels his heart beat against his chest. It thumps loudly against his chest.
He can feel the sand beneath his dark, large body. The shore where he had last seen the dark god. He isn’t sure how he got back here. He doesn’t know how much time has passed. All he knows something has changed.
Maybe everything has.</td></tr></table></div><font color=black size=2 face=garamond>character info: <a href="http://beqanna.com/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=2047">here</a> | character reference: <a href="http://i.imgur.com/y0ghWp1.jpg">here</a></font></center>
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Most likely always in his hellhound form