The Pain

[Zerrer]

Kyril Zerrer was trembling. He was furious, and crying at his anger. At his feet lay a dead girl. The cloaked figure in front of him was laughing. "In all aspects, you are my son. My spirit is the source of the souls of your parents. The Dragonborn are my children. Isn't it my right to say who is worthy of you?"

Kyril's eyebrows met. The final tear dropped. He didn't say a word.

Tari's body lay on the ground.

The cloaked figure chuckled a bit more. "Well. Aren't you going to fight me? I can read you like a book, you know. I can tell what you're planning. You're planning to fight me. Me! A god! You think you can beat Drakis'theos?"

Kyril didn't say a word.

"You're a weakling. You have no magic, and you don't even carry my legacy in your veins." The cloaked figure put a small ring on the ground. "I shall go to my realm. When you decide to fight me, simply put it on. Until then, I shall not spy on you. In fact, I will not look upon this world." Drakis'theos vanished.

Kyril picked up the ring.


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Kovina was walking along, enjoying his new body. It was faceless, generic, and his old body fit it perfectly as armor. Looking about, he saw a small flower. Grinning, showing off his glossy black teeth, he smelled the flower, reveling in his new senses.

Suddenly, he felt a pull. Kovina's mind started racing. ~It's just like when Master wants me! What? But I'm free! Why would he call me after he freed me?~ He tried to fight against the pull. Nevertheless, he went.

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"Who are you? You're not my master!" Kovina yelled indignantly at Kyril.

Kyril glared back at Kovina.
"Your master is dead. I'm going to bring him back, and then the three of us are going to kill a god."

"What?!"