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~~ Deep Under the City ~~
It had waited for so long, a little longer wouldn't hurt it. In the way that old, immortal creatures are apt, it was ready to wait another century to be released. A century was indeed such a short time compared to how long it had been trapped before. A part of it lamented the demise of a potential ally, but the mutant was furthering the creature's own purposes, so it didn't regret it too much. There was the problem of the body that it had planned to claim as its own. The spirit of a human had been imbedded in it and was now wandering the country side. The Immortal One thought and then decided how to draw the false human to its lair. It decided that it would just have to risk the lives of the four mutants in order to get the body. Some things couldn't be helped.
In the darkness, it smiled and writhed in anticipation. So long… the paths were finally converging and it would be free to walk the earth again and reclaim its hold on the planet. By the time its rivals reached the surface, it would be too late. Earth would answer to it, and it only. Revenge was sweet, indeed, and all the sweeter after a long wait. The Immortal knew that even more delicious was the taste of the blood of one's enemies.
It laughed, in the only way that its kind could, a horrible screeching noise that made the listener's bones ache and their ears go numb. Under it's great cavern, two figures looked at each other, knowing that their work was in vain.
"Felin, will we make it?" the eldest of them asked. In its old age, it had lost the confidence that its younger companion had.
"No." the other replied without emotion.
The first sighed but kept hammering away at the rock. It was their fate to battle to fail and their kind were strict followers of fate.
"Why must we go straight up? Is it not easier to hammer a path to the side and follow it to the beast?" the young one asked.
"The fastest way is a straight line."
"So you say. We have been here for eons hammering away at the same rock with no result. Let us change directions."
"If we were supposed to do that the fates would have led us to in the beginning."
"Perhaps they are leading us now."
"Do not argue with me and do not dare to presume what the fates have decided."
"Fate is what will happen because of what we do. If we had taken the first exit out, our fate would have been to train the humans to deal with this threat."
"Blasphemy. You dare contradict the fates by saying their will means nothing? Be glad they do not-" The old one's tirade was interrupted by a giant pincer that shattered the sheet of pure adamantite above them to grasp the old one. He did not scream or cry out, resigned to his death as a decree of the fates for not raising his nephew better.
The creature laughed again as it scooped the old one out of the hole with its claw. With a satisfying pop, he pulled the head from the morsel's shoulders and sucked the brain out. It pinched the scalp with a hand and demonstrating its skill at such maneuvers, it slid the entire skull from the skin of the smaller being and popped it into its cavernous mouth, savoring the taste for as long as possible before popping an arm off and gracefully removing the skin. It continued with all the limbs, discarding all of what was left in a small bag at its hip.
The last of its kind, the younger creature, didn't even bother to look. It had seen the process a thousand times, and remembered days before the darkness, when it had done the same to small crabs and the like.
The small being looked up at the large one and understood that the fate his uncle had spoken of was there. It was the monster who was fate of his kind, and now, he thought, my fate is to wait until it cannot resist the temptation any more. Then I shall be fed to the fates, just as all of my people were.
The Immortal One had other plans, though. It didn't intend to kill the last of its favorite delicacies… once it was on the surface, it would restore the race and could feed on them at leisure. Content, the Immortal scooped the little creature up and set it in a cage that it had made especially for this one. Then it curled up, careful not to crush its prize, and waited for its liberators.
~~ Deep Under the City ~~
It had waited for so long, a little longer wouldn't hurt it. In the way that old, immortal creatures are apt, it was ready to wait another century to be released. A century was indeed such a short time compared to how long it had been trapped before. A part of it lamented the demise of a potential ally, but the mutant was furthering the creature's own purposes, so it didn't regret it too much. There was the problem of the body that it had planned to claim as its own. The spirit of a human had been imbedded in it and was now wandering the country side. The Immortal One thought and then decided how to draw the false human to its lair. It decided that it would just have to risk the lives of the four mutants in order to get the body. Some things couldn't be helped.
In the darkness, it smiled and writhed in anticipation. So long… the paths were finally converging and it would be free to walk the earth again and reclaim its hold on the planet. By the time its rivals reached the surface, it would be too late. Earth would answer to it, and it only. Revenge was sweet, indeed, and all the sweeter after a long wait. The Immortal knew that even more delicious was the taste of the blood of one's enemies.
It laughed, in the only way that its kind could, a horrible screeching noise that made the listener's bones ache and their ears go numb. Under it's great cavern, two figures looked at each other, knowing that their work was in vain.
"Felin, will we make it?" the eldest of them asked. In its old age, it had lost the confidence that its younger companion had.
"No." the other replied without emotion.
The first sighed but kept hammering away at the rock. It was their fate to battle to fail and their kind were strict followers of fate.
"Why must we go straight up? Is it not easier to hammer a path to the side and follow it to the beast?" the young one asked.
"The fastest way is a straight line."
"So you say. We have been here for eons hammering away at the same rock with no result. Let us change directions."
"If we were supposed to do that the fates would have led us to in the beginning."
"Perhaps they are leading us now."
"Do not argue with me and do not dare to presume what the fates have decided."
"Fate is what will happen because of what we do. If we had taken the first exit out, our fate would have been to train the humans to deal with this threat."
"Blasphemy. You dare contradict the fates by saying their will means nothing? Be glad they do not-" The old one's tirade was interrupted by a giant pincer that shattered the sheet of pure adamantite above them to grasp the old one. He did not scream or cry out, resigned to his death as a decree of the fates for not raising his nephew better.
The creature laughed again as it scooped the old one out of the hole with its claw. With a satisfying pop, he pulled the head from the morsel's shoulders and sucked the brain out. It pinched the scalp with a hand and demonstrating its skill at such maneuvers, it slid the entire skull from the skin of the smaller being and popped it into its cavernous mouth, savoring the taste for as long as possible before popping an arm off and gracefully removing the skin. It continued with all the limbs, discarding all of what was left in a small bag at its hip.
The last of its kind, the younger creature, didn't even bother to look. It had seen the process a thousand times, and remembered days before the darkness, when it had done the same to small crabs and the like.
The small being looked up at the large one and understood that the fate his uncle had spoken of was there. It was the monster who was fate of his kind, and now, he thought, my fate is to wait until it cannot resist the temptation any more. Then I shall be fed to the fates, just as all of my people were.
The Immortal One had other plans, though. It didn't intend to kill the last of its favorite delicacies… once it was on the surface, it would restore the race and could feed on them at leisure. Content, the Immortal scooped the little creature up and set it in a cage that it had made especially for this one. Then it curled up, careful not to crush its prize, and waited for its liberators.