THE 25th CENTURY RAPTORESS
Creation Of Kinaqen
Natzeth growled, then slowed to a stop as it became clear to her how deep these creatures had reached into her mind. "Oh my word..." she stammered, sitting down. "... you're from... Lossos?" Karma nodded, strangely calm, as if this were a chat with friends. LOSSOS? That meant, if it were her enemies, Stycophysises... the rest she hated to remember but did, the pain, the sudden snap of the minklink, all so fresh as if it were happening here and now. Oh, couldn't she just have a quick and painless death? "No, sorry." Butamar shook his large head and dared a step towards the hapless dragoness. "I'd love to scare you with your worst fear, but you are lucky I don't feel like games like that."
Natzeth almost screamed. She had no secrets here. Not one of her thoughts would thes evil creatures leave unturned, not one she would keep to herself, nothing was safe - they knew her better than she knew herself. "We may be evil, but we can give you a choice, mortal." Karma snorted. "Choose between death and turning to our side." Mortal? Oh my, great, if they were immortal that meant that they were the only evil god and his right hand she knew. "Forgive me if I am wrong - you are... Kanus? FireClaw?" she gulped. "Who is that?" Butamar lied.
"No one..." Natzeth muttered, and sweeped her eyes across this awkward place, trying to find a way to... "You cannot escape. And I advise you choose before Butamar chooses for you." Karma snarled.
Natzeth, still on the ground, shivered. Was this her end? Oh no, she would now make a fatal decision, she knew. She would choose to join them. If she knew Lossosians, that would hurt. Taking a deep breath the already-dead dragoness oepened her aching eyes and said: "I'll join you." She lowered her head, trying to be ready for anything to come now.
"Your choice is wise. Now you can see who I really am." Butamar grinned. As Natzeth watched, fire began to envelope The Dragon, spiralling up around him, burning on air, slowly concealing him. As it reached the top of his sillhouette, there was a silent explosion of the shell, the fire dissapating into the air, and there stood a purple-metallic, 12 foot ... gecko?
Natzeth was almost relieved. For a ruthless evil Lord she had thought of somthing more frightening than a mere geck... her thoughts were interrupted as the gecko's eyes flared fire. 'Okay, cancle that 'mere'.' she thought, bitterly. "I sense you thought of my shape as more... 'powerful'? You do not know how powerful I am, lass. You will never find out either. You would not live through it. Also, my main power rests in the Izurutopia also known as the eleventh dimension... if you should have the happy occasion of dying, expect your soul to venture there. Unless you are unlucky and lost forever. Let's say you aren't. Then you should expect to meet me. Only few are lucky enough NOT to land in my territory. They are all blinded by the thought of the terranean 'heaven'. They do not know that 'heaven' borders 'hell'." it said.
Natzeth gazed at the gecko in awe and respect of it's apparent powers, frozen into place by the interest her mind began to take in the ?religion of these creatures. It had been a long time and she had last heard this on... Lossos? "KANUS?" she asked, finally, her entire body suddenly becoming paler and the hue of her eyes changing to a rainy blue-turquoise-grey of fear - it had been true.
"It was interesting to see you have been confronted with my name, mortal." Kanus sneered, bouncing a ball of fire in his ... what would be talons if he would be a dragon and they would have fearsome claws on them. Nevertheless she was wrapped in fear, a fear she had missed since she had met the Stycophysises and Siarra... her blood turned to icicles at the thought of Siarra - she remembered the pain - the fear - the torture inflicted - and that her mindlink had broken - under pure stress. And this creature before her was their... their... god? Oh, woe and agony, what a mess.
Kanus gave a short laugh, reading her thoughts. He was not the type for insane maniacal laughter - it seemed he was by far more intelligent than the usual ... bad-guy? Was the term bad-guy actually approcriate for this... thing? "Mind your manners, kazyeeqen." Kanus growled. "I am a shry. That you know it. It's a title I insist on. Kanushry. Or whatever 'god' means in your language, 'almost-goddess'."
"Excuse?" Natzeth asked, despite her fear.
"Almost goddess. That is the meaning of your name. And what you are. You are a zeth-nateh. A Natzeth. Almost a goddess. Did you not know that?" Kanus seemed irritated. "No." she stammered and admitted it. "I... I learned only pieces of Deinodonic, Kanushry, Kazyeeshry... Kivrarshry... Stellashry. I do not know much about combinations... like kazyee-aqen and kazyeeqen or qu'hunas-nateh and qu'hunateh. I..."
"SILENCE!" the whole body of the lizard turned red, although his face heeded a strange calmness to it. He continued: "I may be the god of fire, of the suns and of the stars... kazyee, kivrar'a and stella'a as you have said. But if you want your death to be a quick one, by Kronos, you will call me Kanus or Kanushry. Or you regret it, weib."
'Okay, now or never.' Natzeth thought, once more gripped by panic. She swirled and began to run, not really caring where to, but somewhere... she heard an agonized shriek of anger behind her that spurned her to run faster in fear of what an angered god could do...
Kanus snarled once and then opened his palm towards Natzeth. He hissed and a glowing string of fire shot out of his palm. As Natzeth tried to dodge, it wrapped around her wrist, tightly, making her wince. "LEAVE ME!!!" she screamed, grabbed by fear.
"I refuse..." he snickered and pulled her closer. She whimpered and sagged, digging her other talon into the ground, nevertheless was drawn closer. "Oh, Nat', calm yourself... scream later..." - Her eyes wide in fear, she tried to push her body weight into the moist ground.
Kanus hissed again and out of his other hand came another string and wrapped around he waist. She was close now... too close for her comfort. He calmed down and smiled. "Don't fight it." he suggested. She cried out in fear. Kanus snickered. He pulled the energy-ropes tighter, Natzeth whimpering. "Why?" she managed to whimper, her body shivering in fear. "WHY are you after me??" - "Might aswell tell you." Kanus sighed, unhappy that his fun had been spoiled. "Okay, I'll tell you..." Natzeth whimpered silently. "... IF you are quiet and LISTEN." Kanus growled. Then he made sure she could not escape, closed his eyes in thought and began. "You were born 15623441220 A.C., Kros, a Namesi." Kanus smiled. "Exactly 49:59:59. Or 24:59:59 in the afternoon on our planet's time."
"Close to midnight?" - "Shut up, weib." Kanus snarled. "Unless you want no reason." She fell silent. "Six creatures were born exactly that time. Terracoatlus, you, Aquaeros, Loonai, BloodGlitter and someone else." he said. "Terracoatlus is dead... luckily. Aquaeros was dead. She was revived. And now she knows. You see, you all are more powerful than you think... you are all half-gods." he explained. "Aquaeros and Loonai aka Tercialacalis both know it." he sighed. "The three remaining do not. Now you do too. And that is a big mistake..."
She winced. "By god, YOU told me this!" she complained, suddenly having the spark of courage to say it. The fire god laughed wholeheartedly, not taking his evil gaze off her. "True, but you wanted to know." - "But..." - "Hush, no arguments, thy slow everything down." Kanus grinned. "Not that you escape in the end. FATAL." - "I don't want to die..." she muttered. "There has got to be another way... I won't tell anyone, I promise..." she tried. Kanus stiffled another laugh, then said: "You don't get it. The only choice you DO have is whether to die or surrender your soul, mortal."
"What choices are that?" she tried to complain again, fear consuming her again.
"Do you want to die?" he asked her, bluntly. "NOOOOOOO!" she tried to wrench loose. "Give me your soul then..." Kanus continued. "NOOOOOOO!" she added. Kanus sighed and muttered a spell, a look of boredom on his reptilian face. Suddenly pain shot through Natzeth, heavily hitting her and forcing her on her knees. She screamed. Slowly she felt her energy fade... but ever so slowly... as though it would take forever. "Well, die that way?" Kanus inquired. "No... please..." she managed to croak, tears blurring her vision.
"You give me your soul... you WILL..." he grabbed her jaw, twisting her head to face him. "Say yes." She whimpered. "Say YES." Kanus repeated. No answer. "I am not a gecko with the most patients. One more chance, then you die. Say YES." he gazed deeply into her eyes. "Okay..." she whispered, almost choaking in her own fear, not knowing what else to say - she didn't want to die, did she? He snickered, silently. "Now then... further two choices... a nice, quick way of getting your soul, although you'd hate that, considering, well, it has happened before and a longer way, painful and taking slightly longer... nevertheless better than dying." She frowned, silent. "Nat', this time my patients is even less. Choose. Or I choose for you." he threatened. She winced. "My choice - I do not know which you'd have preferred, but today, I am taking the longer way." he hissed.
Inwardly, she screamed. Something in her heart heaved in relief as well, though. 'Psycho you are, Nat'.' she thought and would have laughed if she wouldn't have been in this situation. With an incredebly quick reaction, Kanus pulled her off her feet, making her plummet and placed a wickedly clawed foot on her chest.
A three-clawed 'talon' grabbed her head and she was petrified, both in fear as in reality. Kanus didn't let go, though. Natzeth closed her eyes fast. Even through her closed eyes she could SEE the sign of Shrykull flaring, as the mighty quarter-god-quarter-mudokon-quarter-scrab-quarter-paramite fought, defending her. 'Shrykull's powers are many...' she managed to think. Somehow, the flaring light before her faded, ever so slowly and it was painful... so terribly painful... Actually, the pain wasn't getting less, but rather increasing, and slowly but surely she felt the irresistable urge to scream, to scream it all out and relive her off the pain that way. She opened her draconic mouth and gagged... the scream did not come out. It was as though her body refused to do what she wished. The light that even penetrated her eyes vanished. Suddenly there was a much stronger surge of pain, so complete she was amazed that the previous pain had been pain at all. It seemed to almost wash through her. Like fire in a forest. Impossible pain, into every fibre of her being, echoing back as a scream for help, for saviour... In the moments she could sense her surroundings consciously, she saw herself, unmoving, not screaming, not fighting, not CAPABLE of these things. She saw her own eyes, a blurry red-orange, a color they had not been since the time with Siarra, and even then it had not been this total color. Slowly the world seemed to vanish in the pain. And the pain seemed to, illusionarily, dull. A thought came up in her stating that she may have lived with this pain all her life, for this totality could not be denied. The pain, weaker now, seemed to take form of a being within her, something of an at least halfway solid shape, and it seemed to manifest itself around her soul, as though wanting to consume her very core aswell, which it was surely doing.
Suddenly it burned into her conscience, something that had so far been left alone, a quick jab of ultimate pain and fear combined, drowning out everything, every thought, everything that had ever shown itself to her and been taken up into a collection of now-dead memories. She could feel as she fell to the ground, though it was a sensing since her touch was being deceived by all this pain, she could sense herself fall limp and sense herself not blacking out, but almost. If she could at least faint, she would have done it with glee. Every second seemed like an eternity of wrath, and this was probably why Kanus called this long... it surely had taken less than a minute, she could almost bet...
Feelings, memories, thoughts and opinions returned, all with a sense of otherworldliness, the pain withdrew, and a new one seemed to pierce her, a thousand needles on her right side. And she screamed. By golly, she could scream again! There was a warm glow around her snout the next moment and then silence, the silence of a swallowed cry. 'Oh, sleep would be great now, just sleep, nothing can happen no more, I am safe now...' she thought and groaned ever so slightly, feeling the warmth travell to her neck and push down slightly, as though trying to suppress her very essence, it felt so heavy. ~feel never safe my lass for you shall never be~ a voice came to her, not mental and not real. ~sleep now you need rest believe me~
The new way of communicating was warm too, a warm and soothing way, and even though the context seemed different somehow, she felt okay around it. ~you will be Kineqen~ the presence continued. ~decide to be against me and you will die to meet me again in the 11th dimension kazyeeqen do not forget this~
As warmth began to surround her like a pleasant glow, she fell asleep, a world of dreams and beauty even though they were nightmares... all was better than the total pain. All.