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“Belos!” A violent crash, and then a deafening scream. Belos looked up from where he stood, only to see the imposing figures of 4 people. One of them leaped down to the ground their eyes blazing with rage.
“Get out of their body.” They ordered, steeping into the light. It was Hunter, his greatest creation and greatest grievance. He was referring to his new host, the puppet body of Raine Whispers.
Belos smiled before saying
“As you wish.” Leaving the coven heads wooden body, and entering his giant monstrous form, tendrils launching everywhere and destroying everything. The other three figures jumped down as well, the light finally hitting their faces. It was some of his friends, the plant witch, the illusionist, and the human.
Belos expected for them to be crushed instantaneously, instead the 3 allies of his supposed nephew had taken flight, and Hunter did something unexpected. The grimwalker charged straight at him fury present in his figure. His figure starting to glow gold, then vanishing in to thin air, only to reappear along Belos’ out stretched tendrils, his hair whipping around his head. He vanished again and again, until he was above Belos giant disgusting head, providing a distraction so the Collector could sneak up behind the former human and cast a constraint spell.
“You should’ve never come back.” A scream ripped from Hunters throat, filled with all the anger and pain of his life, and the lives of all of the other grimwalkers. The young witch then punched the giant mount of revolting sludge. The Collectors spell glowing with multicolored light, slow to take effect.
“And you should have died.” Belos rumbled, recovering quickly from the punch, not noticing the spell. Using one of his giant tendrils his backhanded his ‘nephew’ across the area and into a giant white pillar, Belos could acutely hear, the cracking of bones and the strained shout of pain from the young man. The young grimwalker slowly slid down from the indent he made on the pillar, until falling to the ground. Out of commission for a while, now all Belos had to do was take care of his friends who had been pestering him from other angles.
“Hunter!!” The plant witch shouted, sounding genuinely concerned. It both annoyed and surprised Belos, how could someone so insignificant make such an impact? Trying to move towards the young witch, only to find himself encased in the Collectors bindings, unable to change form or move an inch.
“Philip.” His name was said again, only this time it wasn’t a fury filled scream of Belos, but a calm statement of ‘Philip’, his original name. The former emperor turned his head around to look where Hunter had fallen, seeing that the young man had stood up, eyes glowing with ethereal light.
“Brother/Emperor, stop this.” Hunter voice was not his own, it was layered with other voices, saying the same things, only slightly different. One voice stood out from among the others, the voice that called him brother.
“Philip, your time has long since come to pass, as did mine, you made sure of it. But now you infringe upon the very beliefs that drove you. You have become something less than human, something not even you recognize anymore. You are done now, it is time to go.” Hunter’s form started glowing, so much so that everyone with in 10 meters of him were blinded completely.
When the light faded, Hunter was laid upon the earth, and Belos was nowhere to be found.