The crystal dragon began to wonder if he had made a hasty decision, as the tentacle reached for him. But it was far too late for regrets or second thoughts, as the tentacle grabbed him. His foreleg burned with a sudden pain as the symbol on it glowed with a malevolent red light. But this paled in comparison to what came next. As Astra’ath began feeding, it felt like his very heart was being ripped a piece at a time from his chest. What’s more, he also felt something being forced into him. The dragon roared in pain and writhed, his bestial instincts taking over and clawing at the…thing changing him, though even his gem like claws could not scratch it.
His mind next came under assault, as knowledge began flooding it. Knowledge of rites and songs and chants and of dark horrid twisted things. Of the infinite embodiment of corruption and of it’s myriad of crimes against a myriad of universes. It was too much for him to handle, and his mind cracked, though it did not shatter completely.
He was still in pain when Astra’ath released him. But he did not care. Pain was but a sensation like any other. Pain reminded him of his life, and his service to Astra’ath. “I am Bhulotha. I endure but to serve you. All will know Astra’ath’s power, or will know death.” Bhulotha said, bowing low. He turned and flew off, pondering which world to bring the power of Astra’ath first. He quickly decided on the world of his first birth, Incendium. The ferals lived in constant fear and battle, as he once did, it was time for the ferals to rise.
Besides, he always wondered what dragon tasted like.
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