The Serpent.

The Serpent's.

In the heart of konderma, a quaint town nestled in the Seabrook, America. A storm raged liked an orchestra of chaos. The night was alive with the crackles of lightning that split the sky, illuminating world in bursts of brilliant white lightning. Rain cascaded in sheets, drenching the earth, while thunder rolled like a battle cry echoing through the valleys.

As the edge of the town, where the slums clung to the base of massive hill, an ancient tree stood resolute against the teleost. Its twisted branches reached out like gnarled finger, a s if beckoning to the storm above. The roots of the tree delved deep into the earth, whispering the secrets of time and power that lay buried beneath. Suddenly, the violent bolt of lightning struck the banyan tree, splitting it open with a deafening crack. The very ground shook as an ethereal glow poured from the fissure, casting ghostly shadows on the rain - soaked earth. From within the tree, a colossal serpent emerged, it's from shimmering like obsidian under the storm's wrath with seven graceful heads crowned in glowing azure eyes, the serpent twisted and coiled in the air, exuding an aura of ancient wrath. It filled the air with its presence, an embodiment of rage and vengeance.

Panic erupted in the nearby slums as the townspeople caught sight of the serpent deity's soul emerged from the banyan tree. Mother clutched their children close, pulling them inside their ramshackle homes, while men shouted for everyone to seek shelter from the raging storm. "What id that?" a man cried, pointing toward the sky.

 His voice was drowned out by the howling, but the fear was palpable. Some people fell to their knees, staring wide – eyed at the spectacle, while others scrambled to grab their loved ones, desperately trying to shield them from the chaos unfolding above.

"You dare to betray me, Godfather!" the serpent roared, its voice slicing through the thunderous symphony, through the thunderous symphony through the townspeople could not hear its word – only the reverberation of its power. The sound echoing like a chorus of wrathful deities. "I followed your every command, achieved the ambitious you laid before me – beheaded your enemies – only to be sacrifice at the peak of the power! You killed me and stole my power and took what was mine!" each head spoke with unique timbre, the sound echoing like a chorus of wrathful deities. They felt the tremors in their bones, a warming of the fury that was brewing. The serpents form glimmered ominously, thick, luminous blood dripping from its spectral body, splattering onto the ground like drops of molten silver. The storms seemed to bow to its fury, with gusts of wind spiralling around as it raised its heads in defiance.

But the townspeople were too busy seeking shelter, their heart racing with fear. "We need to get inside! Now!" A woman urged her husband, dragging their children into the safety of their home. Some dared to glance back, witnessing the monstrous silhouette against the stormy sky. the sight of the serpent's seven heads and glowing eyes sent chills down their spine. "What kind of Deity is this?" one elder gasped, clutching his chest as he stumbled back into the dark confines of his house.

As if to punctuated its promise, the serpent hissed again, a sound that echoed like the sharp blades of betrayal. "You will hear my name in whispers, in the Screams of your nightmares!"

With one last, bone – rattling rear, the serpent plunged downward, aiming for a small, unassuming house nestled in the shadows of the banyan tree. As it dove, two drops of its luminous blood fell upon the ancient roots of the banyan. The moment the blood touched the earth, a golden light erupted from the tree, illuminating the surrounding area with an otherworldly glow. 

The serpent's form slickered in the tempest, shimmering between worlds as its essence began to intertwine with the ancient energies of the banyan. "You will regret underestimating me, old friend," it hissed, its voice trailing off into the storm. "This is not the end…"

As its soul began to vanish from the air, the last image left behind was that of the ancient tree, now radiant with a golden hue, its roots pulsating with the power of the serpent's blood. The storm raged on, but in that moment, the tree stood as beacon of ancient power, whispering promise of vengeance and resurrection to the winds.