Fires of Lazerus

When he died. Sheol embraced him.

To understand, Jack had only ever been on the precispace of Sheol. The edge. he'd never truely understood what it would be like to be in the dpths of that darkness. TO be lost so completely. There were tell tale warnings from the creature that had been known as Fragment, a sea that you could ot swim in no matter how hard you tried. A place that was bbeyond mercy, beyond hope. There was something in that horrible blackness that only madness could understand that only madness could survive. But even then it was not that long before even madness crumbled under the force of the waves. Screaming. Thats all that existed there. Thousands if not millions of tortured souls screaming out all at once in the blackness. Not screaming because there was something horrible paining them. Screaming only to prove to themselves and to each other that even in this blackness they still exsted. Time ran differently there. And for only a few days had passed since the cavern had collapsed in on him. For Jack and the Man behind the door. It had felt like centuries. It had not taken long for their minds to snap further. And to join in the chaotic chorus of screaming souls. But. This was not to be the fate of the Lord of Pride. Nor the Lord of Madness.

Sometime in the darkness, with the corridor that had held them together but seperate collapsed the two ceased to be as two. And became one voice. One cry in the dark. And when things began to become light again, neither knew who each other were. Neither could tell were one began and the other ended. There was merely us. A company that knew there was more than just the single mind. But at the same time, could not tell the difference between each others thoughts. Madness had taken Jack. And Pride had taken the man behind the door.

It was a first in the pysche demons. Normally those who were unspecialised encompassed a large variety of sins. Whilst the specialised ones became embodiments of those sins. Jack howeveer had become something else. One eye red. The other. Yellow. Madness and Pride existing as one. But deep inside that. There was more. For those that would care to pay such attention. The eyes carried a single spec of orange. Existing as an impurity between both. This, was the taint of hunger. There were chains in this new light. And even though now he could see, the screaming did not stop. Even though now they were not alone. The screaming it did not stop. For it may have been a cruel nightmare. A cruel dream to think that yes, there was no need to prove that he existed. But there was a need. Chains held him ina place he did not recognise. As the old weathered hands did examine him, collecting his blood. Eventually it seemed that his screams annoyed this old one, And thus he was gagged. But it only did to muffle it.

As time passed, this time it would seem more slowly. The new being began to realise that there was more to this realm than there had been in the dark. More to themselves. There was power, they looked at their claws. And each time the old one came to collect blood, there was more, a hunger. A will to devour flesh. A will that longed to be free. It was upon them that one night. This will became encompassing. The old one brought them to a table of pain a table of torture. Muttering words that they could not understand. By now they had stopped screaming. The hunger was enough to put a hault to that. In the dark. There had been no such things. When the pain began, the power it flared up once again. And the old one would pay. Those who saw it speak of a dragon emerging from the caves below the earth. In its maw a screaming demon in a worn cotton robe. To the skies it took, escaping. Free.

But it was hungry. Confused. And headed to the nearest place of meat, greedily wolfing down the prey in their jaws.

EXP: 773

After Jack had escaped the darkness he had awakened in that place of pain and decay. A place where there had been no food but the flesh of the one who caused pain. And once he had embraced the light of glory and taken his true form. He had emerged into the wider world. Taken to the skies to indulge the hunger that he felt. For Onikonjou getting preyed upon and eaten was rather regular. But when a dragon was the one that was doing it, swooping down out of the skies and grabbing them in its jaws. Well things were going to be getting most interesting. Some fought back, but most didn’t have the strength to stand against them. For, Jack was never alone in that mind of his. There was always the comforting warmth of the other. The one who he knew as his heart, that’s were all things came from that weren’t cold and hungry. Jack the dragon was at the moment taking his rest in amidst the ruins of large metal and stone structures. He cared little for the design only knowing that they gave him a good vantage view when rested on the top of any prey that might wander underneath him.

For the first few days there had been a few that hadn’t really taken notice of the large dragon preying upon the demons below. But after awhile and a drop in their population, those who hadn’t fled the ruins seemed to have gotten the idea. Stay out of sight. After prey began to get sparse and once more the hunger welled up in him. Jack began to consider moving his hunting grounds to elsewhere. Of course there was always the chance that he could simply draw out the flesh bags. If he did that then there would indeed be more of them to devour. He yawned as these thoughts moved through his mind. Laying down to think of a way to draw them out into the open.

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So drawing them out, it required a bit more thought that they were used to. Usually it was just a case of see prey dive down, grab. Eat. Profit. Unfortunately now they were getting wise so he was going to have to get creative. So he took off once again heading out into the plains of externus to see if he could grab something thee. But it wasn’t for him to eat. No. It was bait. So when he swooped down and grasped a large Oni with a similar appearance to a Rhino. He was tempted to devour it, but knew that it would be much easier if he simply laid it out and allowed the others to come in. He dug his talons into the flesh of the creature. And with the life of his flight. It acted like hooks digging into its flesh and dragging it painfully into a deeper and more serious wound.

As he flew over the city ruins gain, he let go, dropping it down into the city centre. The fall killing it. And with the blood leaking out, he imagined the hungry oni below would be tempted after awhile to come out. He kept his distance, flying high over and watching the carcass hungrily himself. After awhile a few more black specs began to appear around it. Digging into the flesh of the beast. Good, it was working. He waited, more and more emerged after Jack had not challenged them. After enough had appeared that he thought would provide a decent meal. He began his decent.
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He landed on the ground with a thump, the concrete cracking under his weight and the force of the impact The shock of the landing sent nearby Oni sprawling from their feet to the ground. Whilst his head snapped out like a cobras., capturing the first one in his jaws, devouring it whole. Not even bothering to chew. He raised up his head and let out a roar, with that a wall of fire erupted all around them. Trapping his prey in with him. They then, as Oni do. Turned and attacked, but the strength of his scales defelected most of their petty attempts. He once again reared on his hind legs and slammed his front two into the ground again, knocking them off balance before twisting around and sweeping them into the wall of fire. The wall dropped and those that had been caught in it were roasted alive. A few were still alive, but it didn’t much matter he ate them all anyways. Next he moved onto the kill he had used as bait. Grasping it again inhis talons he lifted the huge hunk of meat upwards into the skies, and then placed it down on the ruins of one of the sky towers.

His neck drooped down and began to once again feast on the body. In this form, his hunger was great, ravenous, but after getting about half way through this large kill his hunger mellowed out and he began to feel tired once again. It had been a good day. Satisfying.

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Jack’s sleep went relatively uninterrupted. But his dreams. Now those were strange, usually they dreamed of things like the hunt, the kill. But now that his hunger had been satisfied with flesh, the dreams took the shapes of other things. Females. Not like those in his shape however. In the shape of small mammals who walked on hind legs. Then there was a dream of blood, not the kind of dream that came to you when you were feasting on a body, when blood was entering your mouth with each little bite. No rather it was a dream that he was like the man who caused pain, he was different, in one of those other forms he had been before he had embraced the power. He had taken blood from other people, he had taken blood from them and sued ti in some sort of magic process. It mattered little though. They were just dreams. Then came more satisfying dreams, dreams of biting, dreams of drinking he blood like he would in this form.

No ripping of the flesh, but the taste was there, his tongue unconsciously moving around his grand maw as he slept. It didn’t last long however, as the red skies lit up once again, his eyes opened to face them. Morning, what was going to be for breakfast today?
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