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Mystic Sun Drifter
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>if your not prometheus then who are you?
My name is Multis, I’m a Nether spirit, (which are now called demons). I escaped the lower realms long ago and came to earth when humans were still young. In a few years I managed to make a small name for myself within the religions of a few human tribes bargaining for souls as trickster or warrior spirit. But after those few years the Guardians came, had their followers imprison me in a statue, and then bury me is some deep hole.
I may still be mentioned in some old books, or stories. But I sense that those have long since been lost and forgotten.
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I enter the body of the sacrifice, and gain a glimpse into his memories.l: His name is Rache Klein. He has a wife, a daughter, and a brother in another city. He was a mechanic who helped fix the machines in a factory owned by a the mafia. He is well educated, and his job paid him enough to feed his family and stay mediocrely comfortable. On a seemly normal day he came home to find it was being robbed and his family was missing. He tried to attack the robbers but was easily overpowered. The robbers then beat him unconscious, and he woke up here, bound and blindfolded.
You hear his thoughts, “If they’re going to sacrifice me, they might try and cut out my heart or something. I can grab the knife, use it to fight my way out. I hope this isn’t happening to my family too. Gods I hope they’re alive. Why has nothing happening...”
”No knife, just me.” Rache jolts, at the comment and sits up straight.
“Who is that?” He speaks out loud, quietly, but out loud, and it gives away the fact that I’ve possessed him. The cloaked figures become silent and their eyes watch the sacrifice.
”I’m in your head Rache. Do you wish to see your family again?”
“Who the fuck are you, and why are you in my head?” He speaks with his thoughts this time.
”Think of me as a ghost. These people had the intention for me to kill you Rache. To steal your soul, and use it to ‘destroy their enemies’. Do you wish to see your family again?”
Rache pauses a long time, thinking in the back of his head trying to guess what I will say next, and wonders why I didn’t answer his questions, the whole time memories of his family distracting him. He doesn’t seem realize I can read those thoughts too. “What do you want from me?”
[i]”I don’t ask for you soul or your life, I’m simply apprehensive of their ambitions and merciful towards you. I only wish to use your body to speak to them.”
He quickly catches on to my request, wondering why I would be cautious of them.
[i]”They may have released me from my original prison, but I cannot leave this room without a body. I escaped prison once, I don’t want to be stuck in another one just yet. Would you like to escape as well, Rache?”
He likes the deal more, but finds it too good to be true “So that’s it; you just take my body, walk out of here, and I go home to my family? If you really wanted my body, why didn’t you just take it then. Aren’t you some evil demon.”
”I was showing mercy Rache. If you wish me to walk out of here in your corpse I will, but I figured you valued your life enough to accept my offer.”[/i}
“Ok, fine then. Use my body. But how do I know if these gangsters aren’t going to just kill me as soon as you leave”
[i]”You don’t.”
I move into take control. The sensation scares him for a moment and he resists, but after more memories of his family pop up he stops and I take over.
I turn to the cloaked figures and speak with Raches body, I make his voice sound as loud as possible and echo through the stone room. “You offer a sacrifice, so that I might consume it and return to this plane? What enemy do you fear so greatly that you would call upon an ancient god to destroy them? Or do you desire power, so that you might impose your will upon them or destroy them if they refuse?“
The man in whites face brightens like a child who found an ocean of candy. “My lord Prometheus! We honor what you have done for our kind, and find it disgusting that these so called gods would imprison you in this way. As if you were some lesser demon from the nether. Please we wish for your respect and your protection. The so called guardians have abandoned humanity. And there is a witch who opposes us. At every turn she has thwarted our business, by killing my men and destroying my work. All of our attempts to stop her have failed. Please dispose of her so we may serve you however you wish!”
He must be one of Prometheus’ followers. I was under the impression that they were all slaughtered as heretics. I guess at least one of them survived. How should I proceed.
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