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	.: Janourgos :. Name: Janourgos ID: AM020M Gender: Male Rank: Missionary Breed: Serpent Type: Hell Mutations: Spikes Accessories: None .: And the fallen shall rise to reclaim the throne... :. “Join usss!” Hissed Janourgos, his white eyes flashing with menace. “You are nothing. You are dirt, a ssspeck on the heel of life! Join usss, and we ssshall make you a king!” A lone Amunu stood before the fiery red serpent, his quaking backside pressed against a graffitied wall. Half-melted spray paint loomed on the chipped concrete, images of pentagrams and worm-filled skulls. He shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide with fear. Janourgos’ spiked crest stood on end as he reared up, his massive serpentine body towering over the hapless Amunu. “You are a fool. You do not know who you are opposssing! We can be your worssst nightmare! We are the ssshadowsss that litter dark alleysss, we are the ssstranger that ssstealsss your sssoul in the dark of the night!” Abruptly, his pointed crown lowered to lay flat against his head as he coiled his body into a red and silver mound. A pair of glowing silver disks regarded their victim from the midst of the coils. “But.” Came the hissing voice, oily and sticky sweet, dripping with honey and good intentions. “You have only to join usss, and you ssshall revel in glory and honor forever more! You are a promisssing youth, with your entire life ahead of you.” The eyes narrowed, the almost friendly gaze filling with malice once more. “You do not want to throw it all away tonight, now do you?” “No…no, no, please, no, I won't join, I won't, don't make me…” The Amunu was babbling now, his eyes closed against the harassments of the serpent. “Then you ssseal your fate!” Janourgos thundered, and the Amunu cried out as a series of lesions sprang out across his flesh, splitting open with a thick ooze of dark red blood. “You ssstill will not join? To sssave your life, you will not join?” The Amunu screamed, thrashing back and forth, battered to and fro as if by an invisible enemy. Thin cuts appeared on his face and neck, as if some phantom sword assaulted him. “No!” He screamed. “No! Please!” Janourgos blinked, a clear lid slowly sliding across his eyes from one corner to the next, then back again. The Amunu collapsed in a quivering heap, his frame wracked by sobs of defeat. “Pleassse?” Oiled the serpent. “Pleassse what?” The Amunu’s head raised slightly, his eyes lifting to meet the twin white disks of his enemy. “Please. Let me join. I’ll join, just stop it, please.” Janourgos’ maw split open in a grin. “That isss what I thought you would sssay. You are too sssmall, too weak to withssstand me for long.” His coils released, revealing a set of black iron shackles that had been hidden within. “Then come, ssslave. Come, and ssserve your new massster.”