Standing in the druid circle with others, he wondered if this place carried the correct resonance for the casting. It would have to do. Perhaps the energies here would weaken the power of the DARK ONE when he was infused with his power. This was his chance to prove everyone wrong with him. He wasn’t like the other Ashtons. He wasn’t evil. He wasn’t destined for ultimate evil. He knew that he could exercise the control over his form to subdue the DARK ONE.
With the casting almost done, covered in his own blood, wet with perspiration, almost completely spent from the arduous ritual, he held the tablet above his head. He screamed the final words to the incantation. "AND FILL THIS WORTHY VESSEL WITH THE ESSENCE OF DESTRUCTION, THAT IT MAY BE STRUCK DOWN LIKE A Common MAN!!!"
The rain and thunder stopped, and a funnel appeared over his form. The evil was almost deafening in the silence, as he looked up at the sky, uttering one last prayer to the spirits of mercy. A great red eye gazed down at him from the sky, almost gleefully, but ultimately hungry.
As he felt the power of Naresh infuse with him, devouring his being, he looked over at the grimly determined face of Jerick, and whispered to his friend- "what abomination have we created? What have you let me do?"
Then blackness prevailed over the universe.
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