Day-2 Praise the ground

His feet spread across the ground, the huge claws digging into the dirt. It felt like the ground underneath would crack. Mahons eyes grew smaller, pushing into slim black slices across his now red eyes, his hair pushing behind his head and flowing down his back, the huge muscles bursting from his pale skin and his hands erupted into claws. Blood ran across his huge body. His glowing eyes staring down at the forces before him.

His fanged jaw unlocked, the blood and saliva dripping from each pearly white teeth. His tongue curling around his mouth as he walked towards the petrified foes. His claws wrapping around their head, blood trickling down the squirming body.

I feel sick

His body moved forward, swords slashing across his tight skin.

I feel sick

His arms lashing at the people around him, his shard talons cutting and carving through flesh and armour like butter.

I feel sick

He stood in front of the spartan wall, his arms hung by his side, staring at the immortal.

I feel sick

His detached red eyes, staring with nothing behind the hollow pupils.

I feel sick

Each part of his body filled with a terrifying hold,

I feel sick

his movements slipping away… and yet he still moved

I feel sick

His ideas disappearing… and yet he recognized everything,

I feel sick

His love, his life, his body, all being ripped from him.

Until all there was, was darkness and then light.

"My my how you have lived."

The booming footsteps echoed through the darkness, a trail of light following, his disfigured and burnt mouth trailing to his chin in a long burnt scar. His red eyes staring down at Mahon.

The light splashed across the hall, the red liquid rippling under each step.

"You finally became one of mine, to think you would survive this long."

You're… the one who made me like this?"

"Yes. I am the one who made you perfect, undying, free from all suffering of death."

"Free from suffering? You bastard. You cursed me to only suffer to death."

"Untrue, my boy, you are now unable to die…"

"And able to watch everyone I love die, how wonderful it is."

"You have not known mortality, the endless fear of death that came just from stepping outside, your kind this world everyone should be praising the ground i walk on!"

"And yet you still murder hundreds with your monsters."

"They should not oppose me, you should not, These fucking idiots, these ungrateful bastards, they don't know the fear, the terror of looking out of your window to see the glowing fangs of a dragon, to see their entire family, their whole civilisation burned and murdered, to see their sisters and mothers dragged away by goblins, to have to fight wolves that are bigger than any mountain… they nothing of the terror."