22 February 2013
"Drink, and you will be the most powerful." The beast told him, holding a flask of black, warm liquid to young Tamar. Power. Tamar always loved power. He took the flask, staring at the hideous beast. "I, choose you. You will consume my blood, and you will rule. For I am a great, powerful demon." Without thought, he tipped his head back, dumping the contents of the flask into his mouth. A revolting, burning taste filled his mouth. He gagged it down eventually. "Yes..." The demon hissed. "You will be of great power.. You will destroy our enemies." He hissed. Tamar dropped to his knees, feeling his body burn up. He stared at his rigid hands. Memories flashed through his head, his beautiful fiancé, Lila, her light blonde waves and beautiful green eyes smiling at him, his childhood, running in the meadow. His happiness began to evaporate, his memories began to burn away. His body hurt. The demon watched him scream on the cold stone floor, clenching his fists. He flashed from human to a massive, hideous red muscular beast. His demonic form. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, calming. The demon grinned, thousands of sharp teeth exposed, black liquid oozing from his mouth. "Welcome to my hell, great, and powerful Tamar." He said, staring at the wincing, moaning young man laying on the floor before him.
Tamar's Beginning. • Opuss № I