Black Mighty Gods (Celestial and MC) IC

[MistressCyanide]

It had been far too long since the mighty black gods walked among the mortals who worshipped them. When they were sealed away by the gods of light, most of the followers started to follow the gods of light whereas those who stayed on learned of their return sometime in the far future. They knew the chosen ones would bring back what was there’s as chosen after chosen was born having a go at bringing the names of the gods back, most made it far but never completed their goal as they either died or were sealed themselves. Today the new chosen was about to try to complete the quest they were born to do.

Clouds gathered over the temple of Ceculax, the cult members sing the gods name as the time came for them to return to the world of the mortals, something the gods of light were waiting for and at that feared the worst. A statue of the god was in the middle of the room with several offerings to please him. The sound of lightning was heard as it was the signal of their return. A rift opened in front of the members who were at each temple, praising their names louder and louder. The darkness soon covered the temple as each took a step into the temple they had and those who did not have one took their first step in the last place they were.

The god started to appear, first his foot stepped out showing his long sharp nails with his leg following showing how strong and thick it was. Ceculax’s arms soon followed and showed it was beefy as well as having nails sticking out of them. When his body was shown he had a ripped person’s chest showing he was nothing but strength in build. Nails and a stake was sticking out of him; the stake was through the left side of his chest. His head was the last thing to appear where it could be seen him having one eye which was red, two large fangs and two horns that were twisted as well as starting to bend backwards. The rift closed behind him as his voice was soon heard. It was really distorted and so no one understood him until Grim appeared next to him. Only he and the chosen could understand him.

Ceculax said “????????????? ???????? ?????????? ????? ???????????????? ?? ????????? ?” making Grim say “All bask in his greatness, the mighty black gods have returned and now they are ready to take back what is there’s.” The god soon went “???????????????? ?? ?????? ? ???????????????? ?????” and Grim soon translated “The day of dreams, nightmares and misdeeds will begin once again…… Now where is the chosen one, are they a follower already or someone who is an outsider?” No one answered as none of them were the chosen one though not all of them were sure yet. Grim soon went “If you feel a strong burning feeling in your left shoulder and hand than you are the chosen one.”

[Celestial]

The whole room had been filled with chanting. It was an awesome wave of mental and spiritual fusion that made the hundreds of followers become one. Today was a most important day, for the followers gathered here tonight would see the god Ceculax, the dark god of Dreams, Nightmares, and Misdeeds. The chanting continued to echo through the grand temple as the energy kept slowly gained momentum.

Clothed in the dark robes of the followers, Talia spoke the ancient words with her eyes closed. Though many didn't know it, she was a new sister of the dark family. She wasn't as tall as most of her brothers or sisters, but she could hold her own well enough. Her black hair fell to the side of her face as it covered her forehead and left eye. She had a pale look about her, for she loathed staying within the sunlight for too long.

As she chanted within the temple, she thought back to the days of her first initiation where she partook in the dream ritual. With the help of substances, she, along with the other initiates, dreamed the most sensual of dreams. She felt the sensations of sexual desire, horrors that could make the sane titter into insanity, and felt the pain of a sadist's dream as she experienced it in its entirety. The feelings she experienced had transcended anything she had felt before. It was pure bliss; something that those who followed the gods of the light would never taste or feel.

Breaking her reverie, the chanting died down as the statue of Ceculax in the middle became engulfed in a brilliant aura. Though she wasn't the most in tune with the spiritual powers, she could feel enormous energy radiate from the object. A rift appeared as she heard thundering footsteps. Her vision - her reality - became misshapen as the darkness suddenly turned into a place of terrible images. The walls slowly shifted to hellish colors as the room became littered with unholy objects. As her grey eyes scoured the room, they naturally moved back to where the statue stood. There, standing before her, Ceculax stood in his glorious nightmarish form. She shuddered at the sight but felt utterly exhilarated. In a very queer way, he was beautiful to her eyes.

Her ears perked up as she saw a figure materialize by the god's side. As he spoke, she looked around. She had read about a chosen of the god to champion his return, but she never thought she would be witnessing it first hand. As she searched for the chosen, a burning sensation slowly started to creep into her left shoulder. Slowly, as if her very veins turned into rivers of fire, the pain exploded in her left hand as she cried out in surprise.

The followers around her looked at her in bewilderment, then expressions of disbelief filled their faces. She felt a strong push from behind her. "Go girl. Do not keep Him waiting." She took a tentative step forward as she heard whispers erupt around her. She made her way to Ceculax as her eyes became transfixed on the stake that pierced through his chest. Her observations stopped there as she looked down. She did not want her patron god's displeasure. "I ... I have the sensation that you speak of." She bowed to the god. "I am Talia, master of Dreams, Nightmares, and Misdeeds. It is my honor to stand before you."

[MistressCyanide]

Soon a young woman appeared in front of Ceculax and Grim; she said something before bowing in front of them. Ceculax soon said “??????????? ? ??? ????????????? ? ??????? ?? ??????????????????????” making Grim say “Chosen one you may look up, gaze upon the one you now decided to worship. What drew you here young one?” That was a question the god asked as he looked at her before looking over the other members. Grim looks at his master for a moment before looking back at the chosen one. As they stood there a scent could be smelt though it had different aroma for each person in here, some shared the same smell.

It was not a question that needed to be answered, the gods were attuned to there chosen one, but was something that would make them understand more and see how loyal they were. A little time passed as the black god said “???????????????? ?? ? ???????? ?? ??????????????????????? ? ? ???????? ?????????????” Grim nodded before asking translating what the god said. “Are you ready to receive the gifts from your god? You will gain some powers of the gods or more so this god, you will get some unholy weapons and a set of armour that will vary in weight depending on your style of combat. Before this though are you a melee person, a ranged person or a person of magic?”

He needed to know so the powers would feel natural to her and would be something easy for her to get to grips with. The cult members start to chant again, being in the presents of this god made them feel the need to giving the room some atmosphere as the aroma spread across the room. To the left of the god was a big orb that showed the dreams, nightmares and misdeeds of mortals. Though it showed mainly those who did not believe in him causing them more nightmares and dreams of things that would never happen. It also showed misdeeds such as people lying to one another, stealing and cheating as well.

The world of the mortals was full of greedy, cheating, lying, lustful, cowards and so on in this world. Each god had a pool in the temple that had souls of the dead in, it was not full as they had been locked away for whom knows how long. A bell in the background could be heard over the chanting, each ring had a very dark tone to it.