Zene Moath is pronounce Zeni Mo-th

0 BM(zero Before Multiverse)

He was in his second century but had the appearance of a twentyfour year old and was shackled, heavily bruised, shirtless, covered in wounds and crimson designs that painted onto him, he was escorted by the guards to the courtyard. The courtyard was crowded with townsfolk, guards, and a few city/state rulers or also known as lords; one of which was his friend, comrade, supporter, and spy. He also spotted other former comrades.

When he and guards reach the middle of the crowded courtyard the guards shoved him to his knees in front of the king with an inquisitor, several bowls on a table behind them with for maids behind it, a red oval shaped stone, and an old,worn, and tattered book. The guards chained him to the ground, there was a large design carved into the ground, taking up a fifth of the courtyard and that he was in the middle of it.

" well Zene how does it feel to have your army abandoned you at the sign of defeat," the king asked glared, saying nothing.

"Very well, inquisitor," he said, his tone that of disappointed before becoming serious as he turn to the table behind him.

The four maids walked to the north,west,east, and south positions of the design, each holding a small vase when the inquisitor open a scroll vertically and begun reading its contents, " Zene Moath you have been charged with crimes against the capital including treason, warmongering, piracy, slaughter of thousands of innocents, and oppression. You shall be cursed to reincarnate for the rest of existence."

When he was finish the maids poured a scarlet liquid from the vases into the trenches of the carved design. When they emptied out the vases the maids then went back to their original positions behind the table when they emptied out the vases, as the liquid filled in the design.

The king turned back to Zene with the old worn down book in his right hand and the crimson stone in his left,with a smirk.

"The liquid is a mixture of the blood of your captured comrades and a liquid version of this stone as well as the paste on you was made from the same mixture. This stone is also made of your comrades," he said holding the scarlet stone between his index finger and thumb for Zene to see.

Zene's glare transform into a death stare, struggling against the chains to reach the king. A few in the crowd gasped, others were afraid but most shared the same look as Zene's even a few guards had the same facial expression.

"This is what happens to traitors but don't worry the same thing isn't going to happen to you. No, you're going to be the first to test out a new sentence," the king said. "You'll be forced to live with inhabitants of other universes, you'll reincarnate every time you die, and as long as this curse is placed on you you will never return back here."

He open the old worn out book, holding it as he read its contents, "stone of blood curse this fool to reincarnate and to wander for all of existence, never able to return to this realm again as long as he can reincarnate."

The stone began to glow a bright crimson when he finish the chant. He quickly handed the book to the inquisitor, who quickly took it. The king then clapped, going to his knees at the same time and touch the stone against the scarlet mixture on the outer edge of the design. The mixture glowed the same crimson color as the stone when it made contact with it. A red beam erupted inside the design, filling it. Zene's screams could be heard from within the beam. The air around the beam was tainted red before erupting into a bright crimson huge, blinding everyone.

When the light faded Zene had vanish but for Zene, he was in a white void with huge stone french doors. The doors open and multiple long black arms drag him in as the doors slowly closed at the same time.

"I guess he was cast out into the multiverse," the king unsurely said.

"But your highness how can you be sure he'll never be able to return," a male lord nervously asked.

"I can't but even if he does he'll be too mentally traumatized from reincarnating to be a gravely serious threat. Even so if he does return I'll modalive an army at the moment word reaches me," the king replied.

The maid of a female lord that supported Zene's army asked, "what's the resistance going to do now,"only audible enough for her master to hear.

The lord turn to entrance/exit of the courtyard and started walking at the same smiling, she replied to her maid in the same tone, "We'll wait. Zene will return with help and more eager than ever."

Zene awoke to the feeling of grass against his face. He stifle sat up with a groan, putting his hand on his forehead. Feeling that his hand felt different,strange,wrong, Zene brought it down and was shocked to see his hand changed. It was a black and blue pattern clawed hand. Zene looked over the rest of his body finding had change into that of his species' mythical cousins; The Beast. He look at his new surroundings,his new environment,his new home.

*No, he has to find a way home,trillions of trillions will die if he doesn't, trillions more will be tortured, the inhabitants of the multiverse will become slaves to the king, he has to finish what he started,*Zene thought as he stood up and began exploring the new landscape.

"That's just who he is," the lord said with a smile to her maid.