When the thundering roar of the creature faded it slowly erged from its imprisonnt. The first part of its body that showed were its long curved horns that resembled those of a goat, though their shape and color didn't match those of any natural creature. The horns looked ominous enough, but it wasn't until its face showed that people fell into utter madness.
There were six eyes on the thing that could be called its face and although it only managed to take half of its body out of the seal, it was safe to assu it possessed roughly the sa body structure as that of a human.
It also wasn't the gigantic figure most of the cultists had imagined and was about three ters high, though it was impossible to tell exactly since half of its body remained buried in the hole created by the society.
Instead of trying to pull itself out, the creature waved its arms in a pointless struggle that resembled that of a drowning person. Each ti its elbows touched the ground the entire chamber trembled, but neither its body or the building received any damage.
"Yes! Finally, all my wishes will beco true!" Mason scread in joy despite the cries of horror, despite the bodies surrounding him. It didn't matter to him how many people died or the things they had to do to summon their god, now that he was able to see it with his own eyes he thought everything was worth it.
"So, should we wait to ask for our wish or what?" Neve asked, afraid to even get close to the horrifying creature in front of her. She, like the rest of the society, had expected a benevolent elental god that would calmly thank them and bestow their blessing upon them, yet it wasn't the creature's appearance what made her afraid but it's apparent lack of rationality.
"Don't be stupid, he's not a wishing well but our god. First, we should kneel in front of him then we should pour more blood using the chalice to release him completely before even addressing him." Mason scoffed as though it was obvious.
"I don't know, he's not what I expected. Besides, we already spent all the blood we took from the citizens, our reserves are completely empty." Neve explained as she fought against the compulsion to run away and forget anything even remotely related to the society.
"What are you talking about? There's plenty of blood right here!" Mason's eyes glinted as he extended his arm towards the exit creating a spiked stone wall that caused the people trying to run away to be impaled. Then, with but a wave of his hands he created a stone tube that channeled all the blood flowing from the corpses of the people nailed to the wall into the chalice.
Upon noticing this, the creature discarded the chalice like garbage and let the blood fall onto itself at the sa ti it stopped its senseless struggle. "See? It's working.
He was probably in pain because of the long imprisonnt." Mason declared when the creature cald, trying to hide the fact that he was surprised that rather than letting the blood fall onto the ground to make the gap bigger, the creature started drinking their blood from the stone pipe like it was a straw.
Although the need for blood was ntioned in the legacy, witnessing the creature's thirst for blood from up close made Mason question himself if their god would demand even more after being released as the creature drank with such greed its thirst seed to be endless. Albeit reluctantly, Mason still dropped on one knee but was imdiately stopped by Atsa.
"Do not kneel in front of that abomination," Atsa's voice echoed in the chamber as he lifted Mason with a single hand as though he was a wet rag. "There is a reason why its na was omitted from all the texts and there's also a reason why you weren't supposed to wake it up. You naive children of the elents are soiling the legacy of your forefathers who sacrificed themselves to imprison it."
His voice wasn't that of a frail old man and his hunched back was no more as he stood directly in front of the head of the earth elental manipulator hunters and leader of the society. Mason was old and powerful, accustod to be the one calling the shots instead of following orders, yet his voice died down in front of Atsa who now towered in front of him.
Atsa wasn't old but ancient and wasn't powerful, but the next thing.
Mason couldn't utter a single word as the ancient Navajo walked past him directly towards the creature and for a mont everyone stopped what they were doing.
Those who attempted to run away turned to look at the old man thinking he was suicidal, those who up until that mont had remained chanting their foul song stuttered their words as their concentration faded and even Uriel stopped picking up the wallets of those who had fallen to gaze at the old man's transformation.
As Atsa neared the creature a silent thunder flashed and a pair of wings appeared on his back. Uriel saw it happen at a distance, but close enough to notice were different to the black wings Manu displayed on Easter island or the pristine wings that Sam boasted.
Atsa's wings were white, but stained with brown and black in so places making them look dirty, he was also missing several feathers causing bald spots in his wings yet none of that made them any less imposing.
"That bastard... he said he wasn't a hunter." Uriel said through gritted teeth as he sensed Atsa's flux energy signature was unmistakably that of a hunter, and the strongest one he had ever t at that. Whether the wings on his back were his trait or if he was a hybrid, nothing changed the fact that he wasn't a cryptid like he initially suspected.
Atsa's first move was to break the stone pipe that fed blood into the abyssal creature that remained trapped in the hole causing it to throw the bestial equivalent to a temper tantrum.
It's roar erged from a face without a mouth and all his six eyes looked directly at the one responsible for being deprived of sustenance, yet it was helpless against Atsa's powerful fist that carried the sa force as a freight train.
The creature's face was turned around by the sheer force applied, though Atsa failed in breaking its neck as the creature pushed back the fist with nothing but the strength of its neck.
The ancient Navajo then fluttered his wings to put more pressure causing gusts of wind so powerful many of those who remained inside the throne were thrown off to the distant walls of the huge throne chamber and not even that was enough to defeat the unholy creature that caught the ancient man with both hands.
The creature possessed a physical might far superior than the laws of physics should have allowed and despite Atsa's brimming power he could do nothing to resist the grip that folded his wings in an awkward angle.
"I defeated you once in the past and I shall do the sa now!" Atsa declared as he struggled to be released from the creature using his years of combat experience against cryptids, humans and everything in between. He knew that by applying pressure in the right spots he could gain enough leverage to make the most of his own strength while making it more difficult for his enemy to hold its grasp.
When that failed, Atsa used the raw strength he had cultivated through eons, the power bestowed upon him by dozens of relics and thousands of artifacts. Crockett's hatchet beca red hot as Atsa waved it with all the power he could muster, but when its deceivingly sharp edge hit the creature it remained unscathed leaving Atsa with nothing but his flux energy to attempt to release himself.
Atsa channeled so much flux energy those who up until that point were still standing had to step back in order to remain conscious as his power was too much to even witness. His eyes glowed, the air beca dense and strange phenona started taking place not just inside the throne room but everywhere in the dungeon.
The floating islands shook to their core, the orichalcum veins all over the dungeon lit up brightly in the sa shade of Atsa's flux signature, a color none of those present even knew, and all the cryptids dwelling in the abyss of the second world ran rampant in a senseless despair.
And when that failed Atsa's wings were torn off from their root, chunks of at and bone still attached. The creature put the freshly plucked wings into a disgusting hole that could by no ans be called a mouth and ate them in front of the helpless old man who fell to the ground. Then he grabbed him by the neck with one hand and a leg with the other.
Without his wings both Atsa's arms were limp and motionless and he could only struggle with his remaining free leg, but if his violent kicks hurt the creature it didn't show as the imnse pressure of the grasp of the unholy creature whose seal had been broken increased and the mysterious ancient Navajo whose existence was a treasure in itself died a human's death without ever finding an heir for neither his power or wisdom.
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