"Fuck all of you. I release the seal of the conqueror, break free from the chains of the Nether. ."
It would feel as if his plea fell on deaf ears. As if his words had been swallowed by the furious storms turbulently crashing about. The nature of which seemed to thunder and boom with an incandescent thud. The waves bashed against the cove of the island, chipping away chunks of centuries-old decayed rock. It had been many eons since a spell-like this had been uttered. An ancient dialect of magic that was thought to have been long lost to a time before the notion of civilization was ever conceived. A time and place removed, of lawless chaotic nature bound to the underworld of the center known as Vescrutia. Mere moments after the incantation was spoken the jewel would ignite an insidious green before shooting a thin beam of energy strong enough to pierce through the thick clouds.
Those very clouds would begin to churn and whisk together rapidly creating a vortex that consumed the sky. As the energy continued to grow as did the vortex itself. It radiate now the same energy from the gem. The sigil in the gem would begin to "burn"hot, "melting" away the stone around it before evaporating into a wisp of energy that engraved itself on the ground. Upon doing so a giant symbol would manifest. It was oddly shaped and palpitating as if it had a heartbeat.
The holder of the gem, Belif, would be found standing in the middle of this space. The circle bound him in place preventing him from using naten. On the hand that once held the gem would be the mark of the sigil that once rested in the Azarite. The magic of the mark that bound him began to feed his life essence to the glyph beneath him. It grew incessant clamoring for more as each drip it consumed seemed to awaken the area beneath him.
Before he could meet an untimely end by being drained too much of his force(It consumed only half of his naten reserves)the seal would cease devouring him awaken revealing a massive piercing
eye. From the center of that fiery eye a giant mass of pulsating crimson dark energy would erupt shapelessly, and with its coming came an insurmountable feeling of dread and ill omen. Whoever this Belif was, he had not a clue the forces he was calling forth. The energy would begin to discover form eventually giving sight to a
door.
It was sealed with hundreds of charms and chimes carved in the splattered blood of a myriad of cultures and languages. Many have given the lives of their entire people to keep hidden forces that could destroy the world as they knew it. However this belief, he seemed to care for none of these rites, tradition, sacredness...they were all trivialities in the grand scheme of what truly matters to be the ruling force of the world...
Power
A thick light would cascade from the vortex in the sky. The energy that had been released in its initial awakening could now be used to complete the rite. To bring forth the conquer he so desperately sought. The energy bathed itself over the door pouring and infusing into it every drop of power it held. The manifest of its caster, the power of a prophecy ages in the making . Order to a chaotic world.
A thick silence would blanket the area. If they would speak nothing would be heard, not even the cacophony of the sky above them.
BOOM!
A blaring reverberance filled the area creating a mental echo as if pounding on the psychological walls of all sentient forms of life on the island.
THUD!!
Louder, Harder, faster they came. A horrific recital that shook the very earth beneath them rippled the swampy waves around them.
BAM!!!
The hundreds of chains that held tight the insidious door snapped and shattered whipping about tearing lashes into the earth scarring the mushrooms and cleaving any creature unlucky to impair their paths. The door itself began to creak open as the litany of foreign charms evaporated into the air as a piercing Fushia light escaped its confines. A pair of long thin black claws slowly slither through the painfully slow opening doorway. They grew in size as the second went by until becoming strong enough to thrust the doorway open ushering forth a blistering deluge of lavender light that saturated the swamps around them in its hue. As the blinding light faded a low guttural noise could be heard.
nnnoooottt.......ennnooouuggghhh....
The decibels of this tongue were abysmal reaching depths that further shattered the earth around them. The once vibrate light now gave way to a dismal black as the bearer of the voice made itself known.
A shadowy humanoid
mass with no other distinguishing characteristics save for two fushia voided eyes. It stood more than 7ft tall and despite the massive amount of power used to bring it here, it felt as if it almost wasn't real. Like a phantom, it fizzled in and out of sight as if struggling to tame its form. Its eyes snapped over to Belif the mark on its hand forced it to squint in disdain. It quickly snapped back towards the beast.
They bore no such mark...
NOT.....E...NOUGH!!
In what could be confused for a second the dark specter lashed towards the pack of bezin. Its smokey almost amorphous body forming several hand-like
coils, that with monstrous strength, aimed to force-feed itself into the mouths of the bezin save for their female leader. The Nether was not a cute pet name but a moniker for the domain of chaos where some of the foulest creatures are locked away from the universe. Beings who could shape the very nature around them on a terrible whim.
Belif had summoned such a being.
One capable of harnessing the pandamonious essence of that realm and give cause and purpose to it. Power, that was capable of twisting and warping the very nature of souls, reforming their cores to better suit its masters' needs. The creature would feel as if their inside were on fire as the force of her Orphic magic singed away any notion of self or concepts of independence. They were no longer what they once were. Filth...bottom feeders. They were now much more... sustenance for their mistress
Food for their Queen.
The forms would twist and contort before shaping themselves into mirrors of the beings' current image. Several orb-like cores would be seen however from the mouth of her newfound servants. The nebulous maw of the figure would open consuming the cores and causing its body to arch sharply. Building masses impacted its body as it began to shrink and solidify. As the wispy frame began to coalesce it gave shape to a feminine
frame.
She had come
The Ebon Conquer. The Void Mother. The Sacrilegious Hand.
Sophia Van Vongorei
A sharp snap would polarize the attention of the newly birthed Ophics. The snap also sent a light wave of magic through her being causing the unfinished spurts of the rite to complete revealing her body in all its glory.
Stunning wasn't even the word. What was once a formless beast wrought from the deepest pits of terror, now stood a woman who practically oozed poise, grace, and otherworldly beauty. Skin a shade of brown that almost seemed to shine like bronze. Her eyes were now a soft amber that stared at the female bezin.
"You..."
She spoke in a tone that did not crack but claimed attention. Her gaze stricken on the former leader.
"You may live..."
She said turning now away from her to Belif who she noticed earlier bore the crest that once bound her. With the rite complete his naten flow should have returned. The runic circles that once consecrated the murky ground had now vanished.
The dead was done
"How gauche...."
She uttered as she made a soft stride towards him. Despite the swampy earth around them, the sharp clacking of her heels went unabated.
"What manner of beast are you?"
She said stopping just a few feet before him. Her eyes narrowed filled with a subtle gurgling vengeance that mirrored the blazing eye she appeared from. The eyes of the former bezin reflected the same before they all screeched in a horrific high pitch tone as they combusted spontaneously into black mist. The lot of them reduced to nothing...she wasn't very fond of men.
They were nothing more than husk, to begin with.
"Speak..."