Onyx was pretty pissed off at their creator, Telamon. They were so insufferable. They would always go to hard or just use tricks They had no idea on how to counter while sword fighting.
They were currently wandering around the grand temple that Telamon made for themself. They soon found their way into the relic room. The hall was full of the original Sfoth swords and other things that Telamon collected and protected. Their eyes laid on the oldest and most powerful thing in the whole collection, the Necrobloxicon.
This ancient artifact was crafted by the one and only 2x2 to seal away the evil known as 1x1x1x1. But it also had many great powers. Onyx wanted- no needed this power to finally prove to their creator that they were strong like them. The cursed book was practically calling out to the fledgling and they were listening.
They hesitantly reached their hand out for the book before actually grabbing it. They opened it and felt a wave of power enter them but it kept going and wouldn't stop. Their hands were turning black and it kept crawling up their arms even as they fell to the ground and dropped the book.
They felt a foreign object forming on their head. It felt heavy with emotions but was shaped like a crown. Their wings had already been affected by this raw black virus of hatred that was infecting their body.
They looked at a cursed mirror that was kept in the room and saw themselves. They looked horrible. A bright green domino crown sat atop their head. There were glitching particles all around them. Their black eyes were instead met with a pair of glowing red eyes. The infection had already spread from the crown to their head. They weren't screaming but silently crying at the pain. They wanted to scream but they felt like their mouth was sealed off.
The infection kept spreading to their whole body. They had collapsed on the ground, the pain was too much. They could barely focus on anything. The infection didn't feel like it was just going for his body but also its mind. It felt like something was trying to take over their mind. But they then passed out from the unbearable pain that had infected them.
Soon something else raised in the spot where the young robloxian used to lay. A being of pure hatred. Fueled by the hatred and dread that the Robloxian had towards their creator. This thing saw the Venomshank and the Darkheart and took them as their chosen weapons to use to tear down all of Robloxia. And maybe take down the one thing this body hated, its creator.
I hope you like this (low key gave me the motivation to add like 7 more chapters to my story)
(I THOUGHT I RESPONDED IM SO SORRY)
THIS IS SO FIRE ACTUALLY OH MY SWORDS. MY LITTLE GUY. so much suffering for such a little fellow đ
I love the descriptions of the infection thatâs so awesome :0
I LOVE ITđđđđđ and Iâm happy it motivated you :3
