Do you see how absolutely perfect it is? Crafted ingeniously and caught in a snare it cannot escape. The taste of their flowing blood . . . ah the defeat in it. I revel in it. If I had the time I would bathe in that godly liquid that kept their hearts pumping and their mighty authoritative minds tinkering. Bastards.
My goal, my goal. I never told you my goal did I? It is brilliant, none the less. Who needs a god anyway? Gods, ha! Not even required. I was born into this brutal existence and survived quite well with out a god intervening to assist me or enlighten me. Do they really enlighten or simply task the mortal world with silly little quests to amuse their boredom? So many possibilities, it frustrates me. Disgusting gods, waste of time. The authority that they think that they are over us, bah. It is done with now, however. Definitely all gone from existence now, save the much lesser and useless ones. I will have their lives as well.
The concept to kill a god came to me one night when I was camping with a small band of gypsy’s. They have been cast aside of society for a long time, how long I am unsure. The time period spans at least five generations or more, probably more as I see the hostility in their eyes when they talk to a man considered birthed in privilege and power of the main kingdoms and its people.
These people, folk made into a kind of dark society by the goodness that is the inner and civilized kingdoms. I say civilized with such a snarl you have no idea. These gypsy folk have more civility in them than any of the folk that call themselves people of a kingdom, ha. Do you see my tongue reeling in agony yet? No? Well perhaps later then. For now you need to know the brilliance these folk inspired in me. See, knowing what I was to become—they really did, I swear to you it was as if they had an insight to me. They saw, [b]they saw[b] the great I was going to do the world. An so they fed me a story about a gypsy of generations gone. This gypsy was able to lure a demon from its dwelling and cunningly lock it up in a human body. The concept, the idea to me seemed far fetched at the time. Or even why one would do that. I asked the purpose of this and they told me.
The woman that had trapped the demon had did so to keep him in her power and control. A weapon, he was her weapon for her needs, wishes and wants. They were suggesting I do the same, except they had this feel for me . . . like I said these folk knew me somehow. “We have this girl, you see . . . She has been in our generation for several and it has come to our knowledge she isn't particularly human. A little god is in there. Making the vessel very strong. Stronger than a humans.” They told me. My eyes lit up. A demi-god living among gypsy people? The notion was in the least bit odd and truly bizarre. I was interested however, so I had them continue.
“We have a demon in mind. He's angry by nature, we call him Asmodeus. We think that he will aid you well in your travels.” The leader of the gypsy band said to me.
I then asked them what had been on my mind since they had began to speak with me. “How is it you know something I haven't even come to conceive myself?”
There was such a smug and amused smile on their lips. “Gypsy are more in touch and in tune with mortal desire than you may know.” They had to be, because when the leader continued I could do nothing but agree with my mouth slack in awe. “You've never appreciated the gods and they have never benefited you. You're one of the millions overlooked and never considered for any kind of . . privilege. You're greater than a common man. We see this in you. Greatness untouched and waiting to be birthed. Something great is in you, like, the fall of useless authority . . .”
Ah the way the leader said it left me tingling all over. The fall of useless authority. They knew all too well that I would like the sound of it. All I could do was nod my head and smile. I agreed wholly.
The demi-goddess was brought in shackled in a very intimidating way. Wrists bound and wrapped up behind her back, a chain linked by cuffs from one ankle to the other. A barred mask across her face protecting the handlers from angry teeth. They had not even bothered to cloth the creature. How long had she lived in their community before they discovered this godly side? Had they created her by trickery as well? I was drawn in severely by the sight. Something about how pitiful the goddess looked chained up, soiled, disgusting and defenseless burned desire deep within me. It began to fuel my interest and excitement in decimating her kin. We would start with her, firstly.
Chains were secured to a variety of loops and anchored her into place. She was such a heathen the way she was doubled over, leaning up against the chains with the most disturbing dark brown eyes. I swear to you they were black before we trapped Asmodeus in her.
Their process in calling forth the demon was nothing but pure magic to me, I admit. Magic is something I barely believed in even as a child, though now seeing it I feel somewhat foolish for its disbelief and now embracing it to trap an entity greater than myself.
I saw the demon in a kind of misty blackness appear. He solidified quickly and let his white teeth glare against that black body. His form was intimidating to say the least. I felt myself soiled several times when those soulless black eyes stared at me. They had to be staring at me. Did he know who I was?
Before there was time for the demon to ask to his summoning the leader spoke. The leader snapped out snidely with the demons name and he quickly drew those empty sockets in the leaders direction. Despite the lack of orbs to follow emotion and action through, one could tell the demon was concerned that its summoning mortals knew its name prior to the calling.
“You will do a task for us, Asmodeus. That demi-goddess needs to take out a few of her own. But she can't do it on her own. We need you to enhance her pitiful form for but a moment of your time. Assist her in ridding us of a single god and you may take her soul as you please.” The leader promised. Just one god, then freedom.
Asmodeus found this deal quite appealing, we could tell. His fists breathed in and out with digits drawing in and out. “It is accepted. One god.”
With out a second thought from the gypsy’s they sealed the deal and Asmodeus was instantly drawn into the body of the savage looking demi-goddess. One might have claimed she had once had the palest blond hair soiled by filth. But now with the beauty of Asmodeus within her being it took on his presence and aura. The dirty blond hair grew out longer and blacker than before. Her strength intensified and the chains screamed and whined as she drew roughly against them. The cuffs at her wrists cutting into her flesh and causing blood to spill. The demi-goddess reached against the restraints screaming so angrily, so loudly. She screamed in several tone at once. One that might have belonged to the goddess herself, another that was clearly Asmodeus's own.
When her eyes focused on the leader, they were as pitch black as Asmodeus's had been. He was dominant now. Whatever might have been the goddess had been swallowed and was little more than looks. Asmodeus was mine.
“This is your master, Asmodeus. You will be at his mercy and his command. When you have fulfilled all the tasks that he asks of you, then you might be free and on your way with the goddess’s soul. Until then you are his slave.” The gypsy leader said with a smug grin.
“That was never the deal Gypsy.” Asmodeus hissed angrily as he pushed against the restraints.
“Yes, well, it seems the conditions have changed just a little. There was no doubt in our mind that you would refrain from contracting yourself past a single god for a single half god's soul. As it is the only means of bargaining we truly had to offer you at your summoning.” The gypsy leader was brilliant.
That is how I came into such power. That is how the gods died. That is how I retain ownership to the strongest demon captured in the human realm. It is all mine . . . all of it. The power . . . and the ability to take out those wretched gods.
“Asmodeus . . . . take care of it.” The lord Sangren said with the wave of his armored hand.
Before them stood what was clearly a lesser god wishing to retaliate. His body hissed and sang of the brilliance he was, as a god even if it was lesser. Asmodeus had been walking alongside his lordship the entire trek, not winded as easy as a normal mortal. After all he was a demon now fused into the body of a demi-goddess. The soulless eyes snapped up to its lord and bared its bright white teeth for a moment before the barely clothed figure stormed out to the god. Asmodeus held little back as a kind of black misty presence seeped out of his being and began to cloud itself around the goddess's body.
The lesser god started the assault and launched himself quickly at the possessed goddess. He was too slow, Asmodeus was angry and accurate. He grasped the lesser god by the throat and slowly drew him into the goddess's deathly face. Her lips smiled at the lesser god as the orbless sockets looked over the god. Asmodeus had no words to speak to the god. Only his fiendish grin which spread so wide. Her grip tightened around the neck of the lesser god, now unable rip such powerful fingers from his own neck. Asmodeus was choking a lesser god to death, how pathetic.
“I thought you gods were more than this.” Sangren growled to the uneventful fight.
Asmodeus turned his head back and looked at his lord. His brow smoothed into a more agitated state and glared at the lord, his master. “You waste my time and my talent human. Lesser gods are easily defeated by mortals.”
Sangren smiled. “Perhaps, but I'm afraid I'm far too attached to you and adore your accuracy.”
The demon possessed goddess turned back and looked at the suffering face of the lesser god. This was the only kind of power he retained. The lives he crushed between the godess's fingers.