[b]Akk'urad[/b]
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The Human form of Dakkarmoth stared through his one handed broad sword, seeing into the mortal world through it's ruby eye. . . "Ah. . . most excellent. My serpents may have not lasted long, but they have pleased me more than significantly well with their brief service. The new Chosen One prophesied to have brought about my downfall has been slain in the womb at Tanar Fortress. This has put me in a much better mood." He licked his lips. Within seconds after bragging, the eyeless form of Gunthrey was seen carried into the massive audience chambers of the Lord of Akk'urad. Gunthrey was eyeless, but there was something about his body. It was not a seventy year old man's body, not even an extremely healthy and active old man's body. He looked to be no more than thirty.

The knight captain was throne to the marble steps of the grandiose hall as Lord Dahkkarmoth smirked. "You fought well. You fought for the forces of good and benevolence for all your life, and you served your nation with honor. You thwarted many of my little plans over fifty years, and you were pain in my ass ever since you were old enough to carry a sword. Yet, you probably serve me and in a way, even honor me more than a significant number of my devout. I have plans for you, little mortal. You will hate, and love them both in the same moment that my will is done." The man, not able to see anywhere in particular, spat towards the voice of the God of Pride. Dahkkarmoth had the Vampiric men hold him in their death grip, and Dahkkarmoth walked forward, smirking again. He calmly removed Gunthrey's loin cloth, and restored Gunthrey's eyes as he conjured the two orbs in his hands, and placed them into his sockets again. . . 

Gunthrey was confused at what was going on as Dahkkarmoth explained. "Any other pathetic insect that would dare spit on me would be draw, quartered and disemboweled, and forced to live and endless eternity as a mutilated, agonizing creature more wretched than the filthiest mind could comprehend, alone and with no hope. For you, I think it would do you well to be just served a taste at what I can do when I'm only a little annoyed." Dahkkarmoth formed his ordinary right hand into a claw, reaching down Gunthrey's skin, without piercing his body, until the dark god's hand hand arrived towards the groin area. The clawed hand went deep into the flesh, tearing out chunks of flesh, blood and nerves, rendering the now agonized man's body below the waist. 

Dahkkarmoth was not done, he withdrew a little vial of green liquid from his robe, and calmly coated the wounds with it, causing a hissing, sweet smelling but enormously irritable feeling and burning, flesh eating sensation to sink all the way into Gunthrey's mind as he shook with terror and torment. "This is not over, little mortal. This may take longer than you have been alive. Yet I have special plans for you." Dahkkarmoth continued as the roars and screams of agony covered the audience hall. "Once I am done with you, you are free to live, to a little place I have left for you here in my little world. You will be free to roam wherever you will, should you choose, and even live a comfortable, or maybe even happy life for yourself once we're done, but not until you have learned to fully submit to my will and grovel before me as the defeated little worm you are." He laughed as Gunthrey could not contain his agonized screams. 

"In the meantime, before you leave the Palace, you are to serve your master and mistress Azshra and Gunas. . . they like little mortal men, for food, for. . . recreation, and even. . . pleasure. They should be thrilled to realize that one who has gotten in their way is available for re-education at their very hands. You will serve them with your terror, your pain, and your body, as your flesh will be sweet in not only a living feast, but also for adding a little more spice to their love life."