"You are late." Kaijos's father's voice turned soft, venomously promising. Thunder rumbles outside, the insides shaking, rattling vials to the floor. "Now look what you did, you whelp! Slammed the door too hard, you did!"
Kaijos bowed his head, his eyes on his father's feet, his breathing shaky. "S-sorry, s-sir."
"Sorry? That's all you ever are. A sorry excuse for an heir to a powerful family such as ours." He snorted, before taking a swig from a flagon. Suddenly, he turned to the table, picked up a smoking vial and flung at Kaijos's bowed head. Kaijos's head swung up as the hissing vial came closer, hitting him in the face. He screamed in anguish and pain as bubbles popped up where the liquid had hit. In pain, Kaijos turned and run through the door, barely able to see as his eyelids started to melt away.
Kaijos ran as fast as his legs would carry him away from his raging father, fear coursing through his veins like heat from a blacksmith's furnace. Kaijos ran passed the trees he knew so well, that he spent his free days climbing on, lounging in and practicing martial combat moves against, deep into the small forest that was camped in next to his father's house, and his father's before him.
After tripping for the fifth time, Kaijos stopped running, winded from sprinting such a long distance and fatigued from the emotional nosedive he had just experienced, the pain taking over his adrenaline and he lied there as the hissing and popping of the acidic potion wore off, leaving his face raw to the cold breeze of the north. Taking a rattling breath, he steadied himself against a large, brown tree, to catch his breath and gather himself, both emotionally and in terms of location. Quickly, Kaijos became worried, not recognizing any landmarks on the floor, nor able to see the stars for guidance, and he could not recall what he had been told about NAME Forest, his fatigue having drained his acumen.
Eventually, he decided to try to come back the way he came. He walked slowly in the direction in which he had thought had brought him from home, winding his way through the trees and shrubbery, until he heard a soft, distant call that seemed to be carried on the wind. The abruptness of the call caused his balance to waver, his feet crossing themselves as he stumbled clumsily before falling over his feet, landing face first into the snow; he screamed as the snow hit his acid-burned face, the perceived temperature difference antagonizing the nerves in his face.
Kaijos pushed himself up once more, he crawled away, toward a hum he had never heard before, a low, bassy sound that was filled with power unused, a power unlike any seen in northern Acctearos since the days of yore.
"Kaijos, Kaijos, come to me my child. Come." He hesitated at first, doubting anyone that was this deep in the forest would be particularly friendly, especially if they hadn't come to his assistance during the numerous times he had screamed, much less if they even knew his name. The voice called again and Kaijos felt himself heed the call, a pull from his right and slightly behind him grabbed and dragged him toward the voice's source. As he walked, he could hear the voice get louder, and he became giddy, giddy for reasons he couldn't explain, but he knew that the source of the voice would only bring him happiness, pleasure, power and revenge. After a mile jaunt through FOREST NAME, Kaijos came upon a depression in the ground and as he walked his way down toward the center of the depression, the voice seemed to get louder and louder, the beckoning becoming irrestible causing him to run. Kaijos could feel an energy pulsing from the center, whispering to him, sensually luring him to now purring voice, the power of the voice reverberating with echoes of power and, to him with its promise of power, so much so that he stumbled and rolled head-over-heels to the very center. Kaijos popped himself up after rolling down the decline into the center of the depression; quickly, he started to dig through the snow and into the soil, searching for the amulet. Finally, his hands brushed against metal, a metal that was too warm for being covered in ice, but he ignored the whisper of his sense and grabbed the metal and pulled. He yanked to find a thick, gold chain move out of the hole; another yank and an amulet was pulled free of the soil and snow, a glowing hematite circle with chrysocolla in the shape of a closed fist and jaspar lightning coming out from the knuckles in angry arches. The lightning lit up, and Kaijos gasped for breath, his knees weakened as his hands became slaves to the power of the amulet, causing him to bring the chain around his neck, hands working the clapse and, when the clapse locked, the light faded and Kaijos fell, once again to the ground, into unconsciousness.
Kaijos woke to biting cold and burning hands, hands with burns he couldn't remember getting. He looked around, trying to calm his racing heart so he could think, think and try to remember...remember to look down at his chest. There, there on his chest was the amulet and the memories came pouring back, of his father, his flight and failures, and finally the undenyable call that brought him to this little sinkhole and that amulet that had chains that burned his hands. Then he blinked, and the amulet lit before searing through his meager clothing and branding itself into his chest in a swift moment before it dulled into a faint glow once more. Finally, Kaijos stood shakily, as his body quickly became numb to the cold and to the pains he had just suffered. He looked down for
Hungrily, Kaijos pushed himself onto his knees, then his feet; a mad lust had filled him, a lust for power, the power of promised revenge. He began to run toward the source of power, for what seemed like hours in the bloodlust he ran, until he came to a clearing and, there, a hole in the ground. Kaijos walked over to the hole, his hands trembling and knees weak, and looking upon the hole, he saw an amulet with Kaijos gasped as the power of the amulet took control of his hands, forcing him to lift the amulet as it burned through his fair skin, and clasping it around his neck, when the light faded. Kaijos stood, gasping for breath, when suddenly the entire amulet lit and seared into his chest, fixing itself upon his sternum before it once again settled into a faint glow.
An interminable amount of time passed as Kaijos stood there at his glowing chest, cogniscizing what had happened, what it meant, and when he realized all of its implications, the lust began to glow in his eyes, faint jaspar lightning filling his eyes, and a faint wind began to flow around him as he walked back to his the house his father's father with long, purposeful strides.
In what seemed like no time at all, he got to the door, raised his open right hand and flicked it toward the door, and the door followed the path of his hand, out of its frame and sailed through the air before hitting a tree causing the door to shatter. In he walked through the opening to find his father slumped over the table, drooling and smelling of mead, something that was a recurring theme for his father. Kaijos moved over to him, and he picked his father up with one hand and slapped him across the cheek with the other.
His father woke with a start, looked around wildly before his eyes fell upon his son, and following years of habit, yelled, "boy!" before he gulped as he realized exactly what was happening, which caused his face to pale, his body to slacken and tremble and Kaijos smiled in satisfaction.
"Estropos, you good for nothing swine, " Kaijos licked his lips before continuing in a sing-song voice "I have come to pay my respects for you..."
"No! No! I treated you as any father should! You did noth-" Estropos was flung onto the table, up ending it, potions falling upon him and the ground, starting the table on fire, and igniting his father's clothes, and Kaijos smirked.
"Fool. I may have been lesser than I am now, but I always was your superior." Kaijos grinned as his father screamed from the heat of the fire, his clothes now ashes. "And now, now I am superior to all!" Kaijos cackled, his hair becoming a rich red as the power of the amulet filled him, fillled him with a power no child of nine should have. Slowly, Kaijos came back to the scene before him and noticed that his father no longer screamed and looked rather charred, and felt his bloodlust be sated, before he looked around in horror as his home burned all around him. Looking around wildly, he ran out the door, a name being whispered in his mind while the image of his father's bones were charred into his brain, "Goseiburi...Goseiburi..."
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