05-21-2010, 07:31 AM
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lol, that song is so ridiculous. (355)
Within the darkness Apep spoke, slithering from the shadows before Mkhai’s eyes as a great dragon with burning eyes. He knew it was himself that he saw, mirrored back at him from the outside world as he grew into the serpent king himself. For now he was but a child, but he housed the devil’s soul and a legacy to destroy the world. Black wings spread, enveloping the world and blotting out any and all of the light, swirling the child down into the deepest, coldest depths of the underworld. He was falling—falling like a stone without any hope of stopping until he reached the end of his journey. The devil laughed in his ear and he swallowed back his fear, knowing such a thing was mortal and childish—something that he was not. The dragon devoured him, stretching endless jaws and dagger-like teeth that longed so desperately to swallow the sun. The shadows were immense and unbreakable, but this was his home as it always was meant to be.
The light burned his eyes and charred his flesh, leaving him an outcast damned to the hellish underworld for all of eternity. He was Apep, the great serpent that in envy of the daylight would destroy it forever, tearing the burning yellow star right from the bright blue sky. He hissed beneath his breath, feeling a forked tongue taste the air. Someone was approaching. Blood-red eyes opened, peering up through the darkness toward the entranceway to his basement dwelling. A figured loomed in the dim light, silhouetted against what little daylight reached the depths of the cellar. Like a snake disturbed from its quiet basking he rose into a crouch bristling and silently, slowly retreated back into the sanctuary of the shadows. “The viper,” he rasped from parted jaws and deadly fangs, eyes clouded with lingering delusion. Slowly, reality was seeping in like ink on damp papyrus, but he felt no need to change his words. If he wished to know otherwise then he could ask on his own terms. It was not Mkhai’s place to supply needless information to others.
Within the darkness Apep spoke, slithering from the shadows before Mkhai’s eyes as a great dragon with burning eyes. He knew it was himself that he saw, mirrored back at him from the outside world as he grew into the serpent king himself. For now he was but a child, but he housed the devil’s soul and a legacy to destroy the world. Black wings spread, enveloping the world and blotting out any and all of the light, swirling the child down into the deepest, coldest depths of the underworld. He was falling—falling like a stone without any hope of stopping until he reached the end of his journey. The devil laughed in his ear and he swallowed back his fear, knowing such a thing was mortal and childish—something that he was not. The dragon devoured him, stretching endless jaws and dagger-like teeth that longed so desperately to swallow the sun. The shadows were immense and unbreakable, but this was his home as it always was meant to be.
The light burned his eyes and charred his flesh, leaving him an outcast damned to the hellish underworld for all of eternity. He was Apep, the great serpent that in envy of the daylight would destroy it forever, tearing the burning yellow star right from the bright blue sky. He hissed beneath his breath, feeling a forked tongue taste the air. Someone was approaching. Blood-red eyes opened, peering up through the darkness toward the entranceway to his basement dwelling. A figured loomed in the dim light, silhouetted against what little daylight reached the depths of the cellar. Like a snake disturbed from its quiet basking he rose into a crouch bristling and silently, slowly retreated back into the sanctuary of the shadows. “The viper,” he rasped from parted jaws and deadly fangs, eyes clouded with lingering delusion. Slowly, reality was seeping in like ink on damp papyrus, but he felt no need to change his words. If he wished to know otherwise then he could ask on his own terms. It was not Mkhai’s place to supply needless information to others.