Arthlidyke: King of Death

A new life

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What is this? I felt something under me. Am I dead. I looked around. All I saw was blackness.

"You have much more to do before you die." A voice rumbled in my void.

"Who said that?" I try to look around. But all I saw was bl and blakness.

"You will not succumb to death, Dancer of Demons, but become its king." It rumbled again.

I tried to figure out where the voice came from.

"Gasp." I gasped as a flash of pain hit my chest. It hit again and again. I kept yelling out as pain rocked my body.

Suddenly, it stopped. But it was short lived as I started falling. The sensation of not seeing anything, yet falling. Making me scream in terror.

I woke up with a jolt. My eyes widened, breathing heavily. I looked around and saw that I was in a forest.

"Oh, my head." I clutched my head. Wait. I rubbed my head. I felt two giant horns on the back of my skull. I moved my hands across my head. What the fuck? An elongated snout could be seen. I gripped it and felt teeth growing out of my mouth. I looked at my hands and saw claws.  Ot just normal claws. Long vicious ones. They were connected to powerful arms that connected to me.

The arm was an orangey black and red with spikes growing out of my forearms. One two three four five, yes! At least I have all my fingers. Well claws now. I moved my paw-thing down my neck and found what felt like a necklace of claws growing out like a ring around my neck.

Moving my head a bit, I was giant wings on each side of me. They were sprawled out as well. What I could see of my sides was what looked like thick armor like spikes. Small ones growing like armor plating.

My stomach was a more of an orangish black, while my back was a more blackish red. My hind legs had muscle ripped through them, showing power. My tail. Oh shit, I have a tail. I was splayed out. I looked to be quiet long. With lots of black spikes going down the base to what looked like a thick section of more spikes. A spike like blade was at the end.

"Ach." A pain erupted I my chest. I looked down and saw a bloody hole I my chest. Blood leaked out. The cild liquid rolled down my chest. The wet feeling on my back got my attention as well.

With a groan, I reached back and felt blood as well.  I can't lay here. I'll die again.

With much complaints by my body, I rolled over and shakelly climbed to my feet. The wound ached.

The forest air was cool. And the wind was blowing, almost like it was guiding me. With a shaky talon, I moved one step. C'omon, one foot in front of the other. I sang in mu head. I made a few more steps. And soon you'll be walking across the floor. I sang.

I felt weak. Maybe it's the wound in your fucking chest? A side of me said. I just keep waling slowly.

Bushes and small trees were crushed and smashed to the sides as I trudged through. The occasional chirp of a bird or two could be heard once and a while.

Eventually I saw a clearing in the trees. I pushed on faster, only to be met with a cliff.

"Oh come on. Give me a break." I look out to the horizon. A giant mountian could be seen, with an even clearer town. A city even! I looked down at the giant drop. "That's far."