❀what's mine is yours❀ - angor rot

chapter 2!

Another day, another call. Today it was the four glass golems that surrounded you and your friends. In the midst of fighting, you glanced over to your side and noticed them, the glow of amber orbs surveying stealthy.

"He's getting away!" You quickly exclaim, glancing over to your team. You contemplate on whether you should go to them or to the other mysterious troll. Seeing how they seemed to be handling themselves at the moment, you speedily take off after the later.

Eyes scanning around the park, you briefly make out a smooth off-white figure slide behind a tree. Unsheathing Daylight, you continue to trail the troll. Just as you come into a small clearing, you seem to be completely stuck, frozen. The, still, unnamed troll steadily approached you, your eyes frantically searching for a way out of your current trance. The troll swung it's staff intricately, casting shadows that stretched forward, climbing up your body, like flames licking the soft skin of their prey.

The troll, finally reaching you, crouched down to inspect your face, humming in thought," You've wandered into my web, my human hunter." Wow, who would've thought a troll could own such a good voice. What?, that shouldn't be a thought in your head as you're at the complete mercy of a possible enemy.

"I am Angor Rot," the troll, now Angor Rot you suppose, introduced himself,"And I will be the last you see before you die." Oh, yup. Definitely an enemy. Angor Rot circles you, well the glowing circle of what seems to be lighting. Coming to the front again, he sneered at you for a moment. Screaming as best as you can in your captive state, Angor Rot shushes you. 

"It's useless to speak," Angor Rot starts, he sticks a finger out and starts to draw into the air,"I have killed hunters in the past but never a human one. He leans in,"Such curious game." Maybe if you could, you'd shiver.

"I will not give the sweet release of death. Not yet, I will relish this hunt." Angor Rot promises. There's not much to do besides try to scream, which you do. Maybe your team will hear you and come find you.

"Relax, you friends won't help you now." Angor Rot quickly dismisses the hope. He pushes his arms to face the sky, eyes closed, orbs in the palms of his hands.

He reaches for his staff once again and points it to your forehead. Golden smoke seems to be appearing into the middle of it. Once, again Angor Rot pushes the staff to the sky and starts chanting in a foreign language, moving fluidly. Suddenly his eyes snap back open and he comes down to stare straight at you.

"Next time we meet, hunter, Daylight will be mine to command." He snarls and a portal opens behind him. He walks to it and simply like that, disappears.

Just then your friends appear, followed by the golem. Blinky gets you out of the trap and points towards it. Quickly getting rid of it, you take a breather. When you turn to look at your friends, they point it out.

"Hey, your face."

The sigil of Angor Rot, it turns out, now marks you. A fate worse than death is promised.