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Anubis Makes A Discovery

How could this happen...?

To think he was able to kill me...

He even has my Crown...

Who knows where I'll end up now...

Anubis stared around at his prison, cringing at the soul of his former host, half-drained and broken. His tail flicked the soul away, making a satisfying "crunch" when it hit the opposite wall.

He hadn't been this limited in centuries. Uncertain of what his future held. How long would he last without a host? Anubis had never asked himself these questions before. He'd never had to. But now it was all he could think about.

He wasn't ready yet. He still had so much to do, so many discoveries to make. So many versions of himself to prove wrong.

Then he felt a tug. Not a big one, just a little tig on his soul. And then a bigger one. And another.

What is going on?

And then suddenly he was gasping for air, someone holding his shoulders as he was pulled out of a pool of water. There were people chanting nearby, but he was so disoriented he couldn't tell what they were saying.

Where am I? What is this?!

He coughed up water, and then black goo. And then the crowd around him cheered in triumph. They had done...something. Who were these people?

He heard a voice behind him, the person holding his shoulders. "At last, we have made contact! Behold, the Crownbearer, given physical form at last!"

Anubis coughed up more of that black goo, the taste of copper filling his mouth.

Wait, copper?

He reached out and touched the goo, bringing it closer to his nose, smelling it.

This is...this is blood!

He looked down at his chest, a dagger handle sprouting out of his chest. They'd killed someone, and trapped him in their corpse.

The man from before walked to Anubis's front, kneeling down and offering his hand. Looking up, Anubis noticed the man was wearing a plain white mask with a black crown painted on its forehead.

My crown...

He laughed, lifting his broken body onto its feet and looking around the room, grinning. He could tell this made several of the people there uncomfortable, as Anubis tool hold of the dagger and pulled it out, more blood spilling out of the corpse.

"Well..." He coughed, spitting up more blood. "This is a first. I don't think I've ever been...channeled quite like this before." He looked at the man who had tried to help him up, sneering at him. "Kneel, servant."

Everyone in the room got down on one knee, their heads bowed, except for the man. He continued to stare up at Anubis, taking his mask off to reveal an old face etched deep with reverence for the being before him.

"My lord," the man started, "we found this boy and raised him to be your vessel! He is perfect for you in every way!"

Boy?

Looking at his reflection in the water he woke up in, he realized this body couldn't be older than sixteen years old. Realizing this, Anubis felt his anger building up, beginning to boil to the surface.

Anubis set a hand on the man's head, staring into his eyes...before slicing his throat and tossing him into the crowd, fury burning in his eyes. Suddenly, the blood he had spat out began attacking all of the people in the room.

"You have the gall to not only summon me into a body, but to sacrifice a child to do it?!" He lept into the crowd, beginning to attack anyone he could get his hands on. "I have never allowed you people to give me children as vessels. You sicken me, all of you!"

It was a bloodbath. In trying to run away, they had clogged the only exit, making it only easier for Anubis to slaughter them all.

Oh, how he had missed this.

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Hours later, Anubis had hunted down everyone in the compound who had escaped the start of his rampage, the dagger long-since dulled.

Okay, now that's starting to hurt.

He winced, leaning against a nearby wall and grabbing the hole in his chest. Though faint, he could still feel the pull of his soul into this vessel. So he reached out and took some of the power he held in the crown, using it to mend this broken body.

Might as well make it more comfortable, too.

His skin became paler, his hair began to turn red at the ends, and his tail sprouted out behind him. Before he could do more though, his vision began to fade.

What? What is this?

He wasn't alone, it would seem.

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Soren sat up, gasping for breath.

Was that a dream?

Nope.

"Who said that?!" He whipped around, looking for that voice. And then he noticed the bodies.

A trail of them, leading away from him into the darkness. No, they were leading to him. He had done this.

Actually, I did.

That voice again, right in his ear. Or rather, he thought it was. He was starting to realize he wasn't alone here.

Soren wasn't alone in his own body.

Well this is annoying. Looks like I used a bit too much...

"Get out of my head!" Soren slapped himself, hoping to make the voice go away.

Sorry, but you're stuck with me now, kid.

Soren screamed, surrounded by the blood and bodies of the people he once considered his family.