The prisoner's eyes become completely black—pitch black, his irises thinned into glowing rings, as if they were portals to the abyss.
In the distance, from a direction unexplainable, came a voice with an Echo.
The voice was from a woman, she spoke a language long lost, one most likely only known by V.
"Det ?r det enda ni g?r p? dagarna
Ni sitter d?r i Ventrilo och spelar DotA"
Her voice reverberated throughout the entire world.
After that another voice came, the voice of a man, accompanied by very inorganic sounds, if a human was here they would call it a synth.
"Vi sitter h?r i venten och spelar lite DotA"
"I hear you man!"
A wave of dense celestial energy engulfed the planet.
"Vi sitter h?r i venten och spelar lite DotA"
"I feel you man"
A melody could now be heard.
The prisoner, who was from a green scaled humanoid species felt his scales melt, it was agonizing, it was as if thousands of hot needles were stabbing his whole body, from his eyes to genitals, all of it hurt. He flailed and trashed about, but nothing stopped that pain.
"Vi sitter h?r i venten och spelar lite DotA"
With strength whose origin he didn't understand he kicked the thick steel door off its hinges, completely decimating the wall in front.
A wide hole on the wall revealed the playground.
"? pushar p? ? smeker, Med motst?ndet vi leker"
The music continued.
The prisoner just, like he never jumped and landed on the playground, the the concrete floor shattered completely, shooting shards of at the prisoners that stood paralysed there.
"Raaaah!!"
The man roared, this... was the last action he performed out of his own free will.
"Vi sitter h?r i venten och spelar lite DotA"
"? springer runt ? creepar, Och motst?ndet vi sleepar"
Somehow, the voice of this mortal, weak frail, could be heard throughout the entire world.
It signaled something.
It started something.
The scales of all inhabitants of that planet began to melt, they felt the different amounts of pain but it was still agonizing, they screamed and trashed about, nothing could stop that pain.
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The scales of the Archosauria melted and became light brown skin, the thick scales on the top of their head became hair that was quickly enveloped by a red bandana.
Their muscles bulged, especially their glutes, their skin glistened under the sunlight as their clothes vanished from their bodies leaving them only with a colorful thong, representing some ancient nation.
This transformation began at the prison, but quickly affected the whole world.
Young adults, grandmas, grandpas, me and women alike, all gained well defined muscles, a bandana, a flag thong and oily glistening skin.
"Let's get it on"
The song gained drums and every single Archos could feel thei body get infected with a inescapable rhythm, they bodies began dancing by themselves.
The cripple, stood.
The legless grew legs.
The armless grew arms.
The tune increased in volume and hell broke loose.
Rhythmic pelvic thrusts synchronized to the beat, they danced.
In a random street, someone pulled a stop street sign as he danced, he bisected every person on his way.
The prisoneres escaped, there was no guard.
Axes materialized in their hands, some cut their own limbs, some hacked at others, some did pirouettes while holding machetes, dismembering their fellow prisoners and any civilian they encountered.
The civilians possessed and dancing, exploded out of nowhere, killing several people.
The whole planet became a rave club of death.
It was gore galore.
They all did this with the widest grin on their faces.
Almost as if they enjoyed all that death.
Some jumped of tall buildings while twerking, they splashed onto the ground
*Splat*
And continued dancing, humping the floor.
The sky went dark all around the world, then colorful, lights shone down on the people.
The sewers filled the brim with blood.
The city was red, guts over the walls.
If there any telepath on this planet, they would have already gone mad.
The Archos danced and smiled as if it was the best day in their lives but, they had no choice in the matter, they danced as their bones broke, their nevers triggered with such intensity that ALL THEY FELT WAS PAIN, they they shouted in joy, while internaly, agonizing screams.
They begged for death.
They called for their gods.
They confessed their cruelties.
But no one answered.
There was only despair and agony.
There was no death, de decapitated rose again and danced.
The bisected was whole again and danced.
The mangled umangled and twerked, and gyrated.
"Hahahaha yess!!!" Shouted the godess in ecstasy, this is it, the kind of thing only V does.
Kerum, still on the planet, had no words.
"What the fuck is this?" He spat, no one answered.
Then he realised, he was paralyzed.
His thoughts slowed, despair hit, he looked to his side, the goddess wasn't there, he was alone.
He used all his strength to move, he still had a ship hidden underground, maybe he could escape?
With all the strength he could muster he walked step by step, slowly it became easier to walk, step, another step, his speed increased. Soon he was running, he ran for miles.
"!!?"
A sudden feeling came to him.
Fear!
Behind him!
He turned, expecting to see a the familiar appearance of Death, only to see the muscular and wide back of a man, mist rose from his body.
"!?"
The man turned his torso dramatically and looked at him with a creepy smile.
Eyes as dark as the night, the rings of light pulled at his conscience.
The man's grin expanded, Sharp teeth grew, his gaping maw was as dark as his eyes, it seemed to call him, the void.
The man walked slowly to him.
Step by step.
Kerum felt something familiar...
"Shatter."
"Strike down."
"Evil!"
"All evil must be struck down!"
Slowly as the man walked his appearance morphed.
His skin became darker, a dark brown, like the bark of tree or the the earth after rain.
The wind rustled and compressed taking physical form, and covered his face from the and up.
The ground beneath them cracked, and flowed up his body, becoming a full body suit.
A black visor, hair like obsidian shards, brown skin, a pitch black body suit that doesn't cover his arms.
"Death." He thought, a paradoxical feeling in his chest.
Fear... Of Death? He didn't understand, it made no sense, God's don't die, it's impossible.
V was right in front of him, he towered over him.
"I-" he tried to say something but the sound of V's hand piercing through his chest interrupted him.
His core! Was in the hands of Death.
Even if he wasn't paralysed, he wouldn't be able to do anything, his mind was fully occupied processing the paradox of his fear.
"Makes no sense." "Impossible." "No!" Was all he could think.
He saw... A purple mist around his core and...
*Crack*
Something he believed for hundreds of thousands of years to be impossible has just happened before his very eyes.
"????"
In this day, Viscount Rank Low class God Kerum died. To very last moment of his life, he did not understand what happened, to his very last moment he refused the mere concept of his mortality.
He couldn't beg for his life, such cruel fate, he would have rather burn for centuries and yet the worse happened, reduced to nothing.
As if the death of Kerum was a signal all Archos mortals fell and did not rise again.
For a microsecond, a very suttle emotion flashed on V's face, one you wouldn't expect from a man who had just accomplished his purpose, that emotion vanished just as fast as it came.
He then looked up, at Kerum's kin they stopped on the sky in absolute confusion.
Not minding the chaos that was surely rattling their minds, V pointed up at them and said two simple and seemingly powerless words.
"Fallen pantheon."
As soon as his words were uttered, all gods fell.
