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Chapter 8 by Syloren

Join...or die?

Submission Beats Death

The pain somehow grows worse, your legs go limp but the statues wrapped around you keep you painfully suspended.

"Decide quickly my vesssssel, your body will only last ssssso long."

"Anything...anything! Just make the pain stop!" You're shocked that you can even speak but your words seem to be heard judging by a sinister laugh from the voice.

"I'm ssssso pleased you made the right decisssssion my vesssssel." The pain starts to fade, replaced by a strange feeling. It's as if something is gently wrapping around you, yet you can't see anything. "And fear not, you will come to love being one with me."

The second the voice stops speaking you let out a gasp as you feel that invisible presence enter into you. Your mind is flooded with knowledge and memories, more than you can possibly process but it keeps coming in a flood. You can picture a massive serpent in your mind, consuming your very being. You are Morgan you tell yourself, trying to hold on to whatever sense of self you have, you are...

You slowly open your eyes, your pupils now reptilian slits. You are Morgan...and now Morgan is but a part of something so much greater. You turn your attention to your now freed hands, examining them. It's strange, they are your hands and yet simultaneously they aren't. It's been so long since you've had a physical body and yet this has always been your body. You are Morgan but you are also...

"Oh mighty Tiamat!" You look up to see the women, your priestesses, prostrating before you. "Long has this world decayed in the absence of it's true mother. We offer you this vessel so that you might give this world the salvation it deserves."

You can feel it, this body - your body may seem outwardly weak but it has a great mystical strength. In time you could regain enough of your power to enzlave this entire world, to make it a monument to your glory. But for now you would have to start small. You turn your thoughts to the priestesses again. Such sad creatures, bound to this house in a sad half life by some mortal's magics, you wonder how you can possibly reward them for their service.

What is their reward?

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