King's huge frickin' book of randomness galore:The ultimate

True cycle

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FWOOSH!

"Yes?"

"I have come for you, bringer. Hear my beckoning."

A chuckle. 

"Oh? Why should I?"

"I wish to know what it is you know."

A louder chuckle.

"Do you?"

"Yes. I demand you teach me."

"Really now?"

The young boy was getting a bit irritated very quickly.

"Stop toying with me!"

Yet another chuckle.

"Who's toying? I just don't believe your well worth my time, boy."

"I am the mighty Kataramenos, and I DEMAND you hear me!"

"And that name is supposed to mean something to me?"

The boy grit his teeth.

"I was told so. Now stop DENYING me!"

He snorted.

"Pompous little thing. We're done here. Goodbye."

"I know your true name!"

He stopped.

"What?"

"Yes. I know your name, Enáretos. And why you despise it."

"Well then....It seems you speak true, boy."

The boy nodded.

"Of course. Only a fool would come empty-handed."

"It seems you are armed afterall. And that you were the one I have been waiting for. The only question is...."

Like clockwork, the figure disappeared, in the boy's face, grabbing his throat, though still, despite being at his mercy, he could not see a single detail of his face, as if being strangled by nothing.

"Should I have been?"

Eyes devoid of fear, he stared defiantly.

"Yes."

Like that, he clenched.

"Why?"

The boy choked.

"Because..."

"Why?"

"Because I am worthy!"

"I said....WHY?"

He lifted the boy high in the air, nearly snapping his neck with the barest amount of pressure.

"GACK! Because....I'M READY....TO BE NOTHING!"

His grip stayed.

"Good. How can you be worthy, how do you have the audacity to speak with me when you don't even now how to LIVE?"

Said the figure, bringing the boy closer to him, before throwing him roughly to the ground, suddennly doubling over himself as he began to hack violently, stumbling backward.

"Or what it means to die."

The coughed, rubbing his throat as he looked up at the strange figure.

"You see, I have learned the true of this life, boy. What it means to live, the true way, the absolute. I have learned power, strife, and joy. But I also know pain. Know agony. Know death."

The boy rose a brow, almost questioning, though he remained silent.

 This power, this might, this.....life....It's killing me boy. And what your asking...."

His eyes shined dangerously. "Will no doubt kill me faster. You would very well be robbing me of the true death I desire by my going too quickly."

"I-"

"Or....You could give me the glorious final moments I've been seeking. You....bringing you alive and killing you....Knowing that you, Kataramenos, will join me in death when the times comes, could be my ultimate glorious downfall, a true, worthy bane. I'd very much like to see. How about yourself?"

Said the figure, holding out his hand, which the young boy took eagerly. 

"Very much so, sir. Teach me."

He grinned.

"Yeeeeeeessss....."

Raising a brow once again, the boy tried to speak, only to yell in pain as his hand was pierced with several...black tendrils...?

"Agh! Wha- WOAH!"

The boy was then spinned around, his sword and it's sheath, tucked safely on his back, now both missing, the figure finally revealing themselves, the darkness unpierced by even the closeness of flames lifting itself, a boy with grey hair and similarly colored eyes now in view, his ears pointed and multiple earrings studding them, the only way to tell he was actually any older than the young boy was the missing stubs on his forehead, on missing almost entirely and the other halfway, though that quickly changed as he began to laugh, his horns being enveloped nd replaced, wielding the boy's own blade against him, his body melting away as it was once again replaced by darkness, a being unfathomable now standing before his pupil.

"NOW BOY...."

He towered. Here it came.

"SHOW ME YOU DESERVE TO DIE."