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.Surrounded by a hundred of the non-descript daemon guards and a wall of plastic sheeting was the body of a massive purple dragon.It lay on its stomach, pipes filled with wretched bile masquerading as medicine pumping into it at multiple locations, its wings restrained, and its beautiful face covered by a mask that surely wasn't giving it just oxygen.The creature was comatose and pathetic.No dragon should ever be pathetic.Kaula."LEGION!" Tesser bellowed.His rage consumed him.Before their eyes, the man-dragon shifted forms to another hybrid body.His legs extended, as did his arms and torso.His skin shifted from soft mammalian flesh to the hard scales of his true dragon form.His neck lengthened and his face elongated into a half dragon-half human's.His wings, the same as the ones he'd used to drift down the elevator shaft, were back.He was nearly ten feet tall.He was barely restrained fury given form.In the middle of the pack, a single familiar face walked forward.He wore a suit and a face that should've been far more afraid.Mr.Doyle, Abe, and Spoon took cover in the airlock room and watched as the two primordial forces met again."Tesser, oh, Tesser.Why do we do this dance over and over? Every time we meet it seems it always ends up the same.How many hundreds of thousands of years has this been going on for? Aren’t you bored? When will you learn to play for the right team? Sign a contract.Become one with my side of the Veil.Imagine what we could achieve! Legion bound to a dragon.Two of the most powerful creatures in all of existence allied together! This is such a rotten, fleshy world anyway.It needs purging and it's all your fault.Let us help.Have a clear conscience over all your mistakes made with this world.Sign a contract with me.Last chance…" Mr.Host teased.The thumping above had stopped.Garamos' digging had been interrupted.Through a half-dragon throat, Tesser wordlessly snarled."No? Well, don't say I didn't offer it to you.You should know, I've got a new contract," Mr.Host continued."I think you'll find the terms quite unsuitable for the long term survival of life here on Earth." Mr.Host ripped off his suit and shirt, revealing a pasty white chest underneath.He had no nipples, belly button, or body hair.He looked like a malformed plastic toy, absent of humanity, but made to fit in and deceive.Like a tidal wave spreading out from his body the guards dropped their weapons, and ripped off their body armor and clothing the same as he.They too were featureless, almost made of clay.Then, like Tesser had, Mr.Host changed.His body warped darkened and twisted on itself, losing all semblance of humanity, becoming an amorphous blob of raw, dark reality.Looking at it brought back memories of nightmares long forgotten, of shapes under the bed, and eyes in the closet.Its black presence was madness made real.The rest of the daemon forms shifted into the same ooze, and soon after, they began to coalesce into fewer, larger daemonic forms.Each form was different, and they all matched Tesser's new body in size.One took the shape of a massive white spider, as large as a car.It bristled with twitching hairs that looked more like spikes and had fangs that glistened with acidic venom.All eight of its otherworldly eyes fixed on Tesser as the fangs rubbed together, emitting a strange vibration that made stomachs churn.Another molded multiple human bodies into the shape of many-legged worm creature.Each leg terminated in a small child's hand.The head was an infernal amalgam of five human jaws, arranged in a circle and all hinged to chew its prey to death.Ringing the outer jaws were a hundred human eyes, each staring with lidless, otherwordly malice.Seven other horrid forms stood in the room, but perhaps the worst was what Mr.Host became.He mocked Tesser.He became a white dragon in mirror image.His eyes were as black as the void he came from.The white dragon laughed.Tesser snarled and a war that would decide the fate of Earth began once more.Chapter Fifty-SixSpoonSpoon's mind came to an abrupt halt as the daemon things shifted forms in front of his eyes.He had managed to keep it moving, processing, planning even, after seeing the new dragon restrained and poisoned in the middle of the huge subterranean chamber.But when those… things changed into the forms they took, shucking the rules of reality, his mind couldn't take it anymore.In the back of his head where he hid away his fears, doubts, and the memories he never wanted to visit again, there was a dark stirring.There were voices."You'll never amount to shit, Hank," Spoon's dad told him once from the recesses of his mind.Spoon could hear his voice in his ears as clear as day, almost as if he were in the room with them, telling him again.The judgment was palpable, and Spoon felt small.I don't have to take this.He fought back."Fuck off, Dad.Worthless drunk.You died years ago.I made my peace with you.I need to get my shit together right now or my friends are gonna die," Spoon said.No one seemed to hear him.Abe and Mr.Doyle were faced forward, staring at the monsters.Is time even moving right now?"Why weren't you laying down more cover fire?" Spoon's fire team leader asked him harshly, pointing a finger at him.Spoon could feel the familiar, crusty, sweaty fatigues rubbing against his skin, and could feel the weight of his US Army-issued body armor and helmet again.He could taste the dust of Afghanistan on his tongue.His heart raced.He could see two worlds overlapping, intermingling."I was.I… What are you talking about, Sarge? I was…" Spoon's mind struggled to realize he was hallucinating.He could hear the hammer beat of a Browning fifty laying down suppressing fire in the background, but he knew there was none.He was in Massachusetts, in the bowels of the basement from Hell.It was actually a worse place than a firefight in Shah-i-Kot valley."You're gonna catch a court martial, you lazy, Irish fuck.I told them about you.Worthless piece of Yankee shit.You can't trust no one from the North!" The Sergeant hollered in his ear.It seemed like his Tennessee accent grew stronger as he got angrier at Spoon [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Surrounded by a hundred of the non-descript daemon guards and a wall of plastic sheeting was the body of a massive purple dragon.It lay on its stomach, pipes filled with wretched bile masquerading as medicine pumping into it at multiple locations, its wings restrained, and its beautiful face covered by a mask that surely wasn't giving it just oxygen.The creature was comatose and pathetic.No dragon should ever be pathetic.Kaula."LEGION!" Tesser bellowed.His rage consumed him.Before their eyes, the man-dragon shifted forms to another hybrid body.His legs extended, as did his arms and torso.His skin shifted from soft mammalian flesh to the hard scales of his true dragon form.His neck lengthened and his face elongated into a half dragon-half human's.His wings, the same as the ones he'd used to drift down the elevator shaft, were back.He was nearly ten feet tall.He was barely restrained fury given form.In the middle of the pack, a single familiar face walked forward.He wore a suit and a face that should've been far more afraid.Mr.Doyle, Abe, and Spoon took cover in the airlock room and watched as the two primordial forces met again."Tesser, oh, Tesser.Why do we do this dance over and over? Every time we meet it seems it always ends up the same.How many hundreds of thousands of years has this been going on for? Aren’t you bored? When will you learn to play for the right team? Sign a contract.Become one with my side of the Veil.Imagine what we could achieve! Legion bound to a dragon.Two of the most powerful creatures in all of existence allied together! This is such a rotten, fleshy world anyway.It needs purging and it's all your fault.Let us help.Have a clear conscience over all your mistakes made with this world.Sign a contract with me.Last chance…" Mr.Host teased.The thumping above had stopped.Garamos' digging had been interrupted.Through a half-dragon throat, Tesser wordlessly snarled."No? Well, don't say I didn't offer it to you.You should know, I've got a new contract," Mr.Host continued."I think you'll find the terms quite unsuitable for the long term survival of life here on Earth." Mr.Host ripped off his suit and shirt, revealing a pasty white chest underneath.He had no nipples, belly button, or body hair.He looked like a malformed plastic toy, absent of humanity, but made to fit in and deceive.Like a tidal wave spreading out from his body the guards dropped their weapons, and ripped off their body armor and clothing the same as he.They too were featureless, almost made of clay.Then, like Tesser had, Mr.Host changed.His body warped darkened and twisted on itself, losing all semblance of humanity, becoming an amorphous blob of raw, dark reality.Looking at it brought back memories of nightmares long forgotten, of shapes under the bed, and eyes in the closet.Its black presence was madness made real.The rest of the daemon forms shifted into the same ooze, and soon after, they began to coalesce into fewer, larger daemonic forms.Each form was different, and they all matched Tesser's new body in size.One took the shape of a massive white spider, as large as a car.It bristled with twitching hairs that looked more like spikes and had fangs that glistened with acidic venom.All eight of its otherworldly eyes fixed on Tesser as the fangs rubbed together, emitting a strange vibration that made stomachs churn.Another molded multiple human bodies into the shape of many-legged worm creature.Each leg terminated in a small child's hand.The head was an infernal amalgam of five human jaws, arranged in a circle and all hinged to chew its prey to death.Ringing the outer jaws were a hundred human eyes, each staring with lidless, otherwordly malice.Seven other horrid forms stood in the room, but perhaps the worst was what Mr.Host became.He mocked Tesser.He became a white dragon in mirror image.His eyes were as black as the void he came from.The white dragon laughed.Tesser snarled and a war that would decide the fate of Earth began once more.Chapter Fifty-SixSpoonSpoon's mind came to an abrupt halt as the daemon things shifted forms in front of his eyes.He had managed to keep it moving, processing, planning even, after seeing the new dragon restrained and poisoned in the middle of the huge subterranean chamber.But when those… things changed into the forms they took, shucking the rules of reality, his mind couldn't take it anymore.In the back of his head where he hid away his fears, doubts, and the memories he never wanted to visit again, there was a dark stirring.There were voices."You'll never amount to shit, Hank," Spoon's dad told him once from the recesses of his mind.Spoon could hear his voice in his ears as clear as day, almost as if he were in the room with them, telling him again.The judgment was palpable, and Spoon felt small.I don't have to take this.He fought back."Fuck off, Dad.Worthless drunk.You died years ago.I made my peace with you.I need to get my shit together right now or my friends are gonna die," Spoon said.No one seemed to hear him.Abe and Mr.Doyle were faced forward, staring at the monsters.Is time even moving right now?"Why weren't you laying down more cover fire?" Spoon's fire team leader asked him harshly, pointing a finger at him.Spoon could feel the familiar, crusty, sweaty fatigues rubbing against his skin, and could feel the weight of his US Army-issued body armor and helmet again.He could taste the dust of Afghanistan on his tongue.His heart raced.He could see two worlds overlapping, intermingling."I was.I… What are you talking about, Sarge? I was…" Spoon's mind struggled to realize he was hallucinating.He could hear the hammer beat of a Browning fifty laying down suppressing fire in the background, but he knew there was none.He was in Massachusetts, in the bowels of the basement from Hell.It was actually a worse place than a firefight in Shah-i-Kot valley."You're gonna catch a court martial, you lazy, Irish fuck.I told them about you.Worthless piece of Yankee shit.You can't trust no one from the North!" The Sergeant hollered in his ear.It seemed like his Tennessee accent grew stronger as he got angrier at Spoon [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]