New Developments & Unholy Demonic Deals

Red, red, red dripping from all around the world. The sky was drenched in blood, the earth red as lava and air as hot as the surface of sun itself. As a crimson star shined in the endless sea of scarlet above, one would assume this is the utmost and truest version of Hell. A place devoid life, endless torture and eternal pain.

However -- this was but a ruse.

Where Eric had ended up during his bum-rush through Hell was a negative spot. It seemed, that through his determination, the demonic overlord reached a null zone of The Underworld for there was no spirits or landmass to be found. In fact, like a sudden realization coming to life, he'd soon find himself floating in a mass of pure nothingness. In this sphere, the infinite seas of rose hue would fade away into nothingness and there would be darkness.

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Seconds passed

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Then

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Light!

Alabaster mist flowed in all directions and a sense of calming atmosphere, illumination and power would sweep into the area around The Mad Demon. In this time, the skies transitioned into a shade of ocean blue and a firm warmth soon would envelop his body. In a matter of moments following that peak point, solid ground would once again be upon The Mad One's feet and a chunk of soft, cool grass could be felt. In that time, he'd come to the conclusion that he was on a floating mass in a void of azure skies, puffy white clouds and planetoid masses far off in the distance.

"I've heard your cries, child. Worry not, for I will indulge in your wishes so long as you take our hand into Khalaism."

An all too familiar feminine voice called out from above. With a quick look to the skies, he'd soon find that The Goddess, Khala Asthavon, was sitting high upon a tree none too far from his location. Even from the shade which covered her body, the crystal stare of The Demonic Creator's gaze could be seen as her aqua hair flew against the breeze.

Pointing a single index finger at the hulking mad figure, The Godling smiled upon her fellow subject and nodded her head to acknowledge what he had said. He had indeed faced many challenges, hardships and defeat more times than the Mad One would care too admit. So, perhaps, there was a form of pity, but this soul was indeed lost and in need of a home. Therefore, the pathway to her religion was one such way that could grant him access to a community, desire and fulfillment of his eternal life at the same time.

Thus, she'd point towards the stream of overflowing water oozing out towards The Demonic Overlord. Why would she point towards such a thing? Because it was her essence and prowess that flowed within it. Should her partake in a sip of this lifeblood, he'd soon find that the mark of Khalaism would ingest itself into his spiritual being and awaken him to the demon he needs to be. In this way, he'd become enlightened, empowered and made whole by becoming apart of their union.

"Come now, my child. All you must do is drink my blood and the ceremony will commence. If you wish to talk, then partake in my existence and find something higher to help guide you."

Her words soon became softer as the Godling gradually levitated down from her tree in order to walk clear across the water on her bare feet. All the while, The Asthavon's sleeveless pearl white dress flapped gently flailed against the cool, spring breeze that blew over the heavenly slice of nirvana around them. The tree near them brushed back and forth as the rays of light from the celestial sun above them grew stronger the further Khala got closer to Eric.

Placing her hands behind her back, The Divine Creator gave a serene smile to The Mad Demon as she otherwise attempted to sedate and relax his maddening nerves. There were many signs that the outside world was tormenting his soul, driving him further into despair and draining away the very essence of his spirit. And, if he were to be apart of her people, she could not allow such a thing to come to pass. Ergo, he'd find that her mental influence may allow him clarity, rational thought and to smoothly compose his thoughts, emotions and ideas.

So, by the time she placed her right hand upon his cheek, The Asthavon gave a slight smirk and nodded her head at what needed to be done.

"Follow me~"

And with that simple phrase, she'd twirl on her heels once more and motion for Eric to follow her further upstream and walk on this river of her lifeblood. For, the deeper he'd allow her influence to circulate within him, the deeper he would find himself consumed by this all fulling purpose. As, at the end of the day, Khala had no need for a grunt to begin obliterating in the name of Khalaism. If such a thing were required, she had much better means to do so with her own power alone.

No.

Instead, she genuinely wanted to help this unfortunate soul find his purpose, meaning and desire in life. The many stories she heard from Eric were none too good and it seemed as if he could use an honest hand to help him discover his way. So, as a shepherd would guide his flock to the water, as to would Khala lead The Mad Demon to the essence of her insight.

"And please, there is no need to scream or shout here. You are in my domain and I promise you will be alright here so long as you adhere by our laws and commandments. So please, drink my blood and discover what our plan and become whole~"

With that, she'd stop dead center in this river and smile once more at Eric to see just what his answer would be. Was he going to drink the water, or was he going to decline? There was no telling what he might do, so the determination of his fate was well in his hands at this point. What he would do with it was up to him.