By the pyre! My plan worked! It worked!? Energy crackled through the air in rivulets spawned from the infernal device. Lorenor stared in absolute shock at what he'd just done. Pulsing through the very vessel of the puppet before him, the mutant taught her one valuable lesson; pain. Taking a step back from his position, he oversaw the scene of chaos before him. Still, crackling with power, the ring throbbed in his hand begging to bite further life forces from the puppet.
Lorenor had to control an intense urge to end this right then and there. She was vulnerable, too vulnerable. He could see the pulsing energies flowing through the creature's vessels. The ground beneath them seemed to swirl in Lorenor's visionary scope. Looking at the moving earth, the mutant tried to steady himself, steady his stomach. He felt the thrill of victory welling up in the very depths of his soul. She is vulnerable. Now is the time to end this fiasco! "Thou shalt kneel before the will of N'Jal! The one true Goddess!" The mutant yelled.
He found himself suddenly speaking in an older version of the common tongue. Olde common tongue. Was it a coincidence? The mutant had little time to think about the sudden transformation. All he knew was that his goddess was with him. The dark was with him, and now the circle was complete. Lorenor quickly focused on the task at hand. There wasn't goign to be any retaliation from their enemy. There wasn't going to be a second wind, and there wasn't going to be any heroics. This night was for the villains of Althanas.
And all together, as one voice, the creatures of dark would rejoice at the birth of a team of new champions. Lorenor knew his companion was nearby and had his back through the eternity. He found himself romantically admiring MetalDrago, but kept his lustings to himself. There was a purpose now, and N'Jal had given specific orders. Survive. Or die.
Feeling the new powers pulsing through him, the mutant lunged forward with great speed and agility. His mouth was open without him even realizing it. A grotesque transformation spawned from the nightmares of babes. Flesh and tendons stretched, twisted, and popped until his lower maxilla was completely wide up. Two great sections of his lower jaw were lined with very sharp teeth. Teeth that were dripping with liquid saliva. The mutant looked at his meal and descended upon her quickly.
In her moment of weakness, the puppet could only gasp as the terrifying creature was upon her. A yell escaped her lips, and then it turned to a gargling sound as the mutant tore at her larynx. Feeling flesh and blood pouring into the air, Lorenor ate. He consumed the flesh of the puppet girl until he'd eaten his share. Much of her trapezius muscle on the right side of her body was torn open, teeth marks visible everywhere. Deep gashes where Lorenor had chewed through flesh now decorated her petite form.
Lorenor held his victim as he saw tears streaming down her face. There was a delightful pleasure in this victory. A welling up in his stomach. It felt like his intestines were tied in knots. The mutant took his fill from the ambrosia before him, claws digging into her body. He held her in place. She was in his grasp and unable to escape. His muscles knotted now with the supernatural strength imbued by N'Jal's will. Lorenor bit more from the girl, and savored the artificial meat. There was a metallic taste to her flesh, but it also had a sweet purity to it.
The puppet was an uncorrupted up until this point. Lorenor felt his D.N.A. transferring through the bite as the techno-virus took on its unique and very specific function. It flowed from the bite to the victim. Lorenor could see the nano-machinery pulsing quickly through her body in a matter of moments, changing her basic architecture. Lorenor released the victim, pushing her to the ground and she fell. Her body twitching in agony as a result of the mutant's attack. Lorenor had strangely colored blood, blue, flowing from his mouth. It tastes so strange... And just like that the battle was all over.
Carry my will with you always. For I am with you my childe. Do my work across the world. Spread the word of N'Jal. And defeat those that would suppress our way. Follow the teachings within the books, and remember that I will always be with you.
The mother spoke in his mind once more and he simply nodded. He left the victim behind and traveled across the well-worn path with MetalDrago by his side. Soon, he found himself staring at the gate once more. He turned towards MetalDrago with a mysterious expression on his face. He wiped the blood off his face in a feeble attempt to make himself look more presentable. Though he wasn't ugly any longer, he was still not handsome by any means. "Mother commands us to spread her will across the world, and that is what we must do. We must expand the Cult of N'Jal and build temples and statues glorifying the dark mother in all her wondrous mysteries! This is the decree of our goddess. Art thou ready?"
And so, Lorenor, man, mutant, legend, grasped his future by the horns and accepted what he now was. He also accepted that he would not have to walk that path alone. His goddess was with him, and he had a lieutenant.
"Thou art mine general MetalDrago. There is much work to be done."