WHAT IT IS TO BE A GOD..!
To feel the intoxicating rush of power coursing through his very atoms, taking a deep breath and feeling every last speck of life become one with him; it is indescribable!
He looks back down at the planet that kept him prisoner for thousands upon thousands of years, watching it wither away little by little...but that pestering little voice was as strong as ever. A nasty scowl tainted the “holy” figure that lit the entire universe up with his stolen glory, a fragment of his being peeling away from him and disappearing in the earth’s atmosphere.
Arthuros, temporarily housing his consciousness within this vessel, appeared behind Karthus as a skeletal hand cupped his chin, craning his head back toward the newly born deity. A deranged giggle trapped behind bared teeth escapes Arthuros; leaning so close to Karthus’ ear that his lips were nearly touching the lich’s hood.
“And why would I care about them? They have proven no use to me until now. It’s not my problem that they got caught in the webs I spun. Lambs to the slaughter have no sentience or awareness of their fate yet their blood is still spilled regardless. Why should I worry and weep over these little lambs, hm? Deliver that to me in a sermon, Kaaaaarthus. You cannot tell me you didn’t see this coming, did you?”
One, two three, four, five...six arms wrap around the deathsinger as Arthuros rests his chin on Karthus’ pauldron, keeping him caught there like a venus fly trap. He points up to his indescribable, galactic body, still draining the cosmos dry as he speaks.
“The world, no, the universe is mine to command now. But do not get me wrong, you are correct in guessing my intentions. I don’t intend to stay here. I will create a world in which I will rule unchallenged...forever. Where no one will defy me. No one will ever forget my name. But...I suppose if you truly don’t want to be left behind...I can take you with me. I am quite fond of you, believe it or not.”
He twirls around to face Karthus, cupping both his cheeks as Arthuros stares intensely into the other’s eyes.
“It’s either that, or you die. But knowing you, that’s not the worst fate in the world, is it not?”
