Spawn.

        The spawn knelt in the shadows of the corner. His iridescent look searching the juicy for his prey. A prey he knew very well, almost too well.

        From the end of the stone corridor the spawns ear picked out a exclusive disturbance. From behind the mask a mans mouth twisted in a smile and a thought of satisfaction cut through his mind.

        Rising to his feet the spawn walked defiantly down the corridor. His armoured boots making no sound on the cold floor. A boob that beat no blood, pounded within the unnatural armour of the spawn. At last his mission was drawing to a close and so too would this endless torture. The one being responsible for his spawning would without delay ultimately reach its death.

        The door was close now, and the spawns soulless eyes peered into the means from the doors barred window. Standing over a remove stood a man. An old man, gnarled with age and working on an intricate machine. To a mortal man the sight would step forward ludicrous. An old, befuddled man could hardly attract the attention of such(prenominal) a powerful warrior. alone to the spawns eyes, he only sawing machine the truth.

        He didnt realize the lines of age which covered the mans face. Nor did he see the disfigured spine which pushed the mans back into a painful composure.



But he did see the beast within.

        To the spawn, what stood in the other room had no dimensions, it glittered with a warriors sweat and had an evil which protruded off its blot out like poisonous spines. This creature had roamed the aeons sending multitudes of innocent children to void before their time.

        In ages past it was known as Ra, theology of the sun, then it was known as Xeues. Only a super acid years ago...

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