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[Spawn]

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The Night Before...

The doors of Spawn's house were locked tight by Malic M'real, The Sheriff of Sanctus. Inside the house itself, Spawn struggled for control of his body from the clutches of the evil demon god Oggaroth. The two fought for control of the body, first Spawn would gain the upper hand then Oggaroth. The demon god tried to open the locked doors keeping Spawn concealed within his own body. After a few moments, Spawn was able to get control of his body as he attempted to keep himself away from the door.

"I shall stop you demon!" Spawn said before placing both hands on his chest. Spawn's eyes began to change into the evil crimson as Oggaroth reclaimed control of the body.

"I think not! You cannot win! You are mine Spawn!" Oggaroth said as he started to laugh evilly. Spawn’s eyes changed back to normal as Spawn temporary regained the control of his body.

“Watch me demon…” Spawn said as he closed his eyes. “Corp… Por!” chanted Spawn launching a bolt of pure energy into his own chest. The blast launched Spawn onto the floor knocking him out instantly. The body of Spawn just laid motionless as both he and the demon Oggaroth fought for control within.

The Next Day...

Still inside his house, Spawn laid on the floor still unconscious from the energy bolt casted on himself. Suddenly, he began to move slowly standing to his feet. Spawn’s eyes opened which were crimson as the demon god Oggaroth was now in full control of his body.

Spawn walked towards the metal doors leading out of the house glancing it over with an evil smirk on his face. He slowly raised his hand in the direction of the locked tight metal doors causing them to burst open as the chains of the doors broke off flying all over the entrance of the house.

“Time to play…” Spawn said laughing evilly opening a gate to another location. He slowly walked into the gate which brought him in front of the Castle Britannia where the Regency was having their weekly meeting. Spawn made his way into the castle walking down the hallways towards the room where the meeting was taking place. He smirked evilly hearing the voices of the various Regency members growing louder as he approached the meeting hall.

Upon reaching the door that lead into the Regency meeting, Spawn raised his hand delivering a hard fast punch into the wooden doors. The members of the Regency and their guests quickly glanced to the doors as they flung open. Spawn entered the meeting hall as his crimson eyes were locked right on Regent, Ramses of Ra. The avatar of Oggaroth then sensed someone that he did not think he would in this world which was his arch nemesis, Concordia.

“It can’t be! That’s impossible!” Spawn shouted glancing around the room. His glanced was now on Ishtar where he felt Concordia’s presence strongest. Spawn unsheathed his katana walking slowly towards Ishtar. “I’m going to rip your heart out!” said Spawn inching closer and closer to her. Suddenly, Spawn was halted by Thrax who had a hand on his arm. “Traitor!” Spawn yelled out grabbing Thrax by the neck with his free hand.

“O great and powerful soul,
Behold me, I have come; I see you.
I cross into the netherworld; I see my father Osiris.
I drive away darkness; I am his beloved.
I have come; I see my father Osiris.
I sever the heart of Set when he acts against my father Osiris.
I have opened every way in heaven and in earth. I am the beloved son of my father Osiris.
I am a perfected body; I am a glorified spirit; I am prepared.
O all you gods and all you glorified spirits, I have made a way, the Osiris scribe Ani, true of voice” Ishtar started to chant as a mist started to surround Spawn.

“Nooooooooooooooooo!” Spawn shouted as his voice changed to a more demonic one. “I am Oggaroth! I am forever!” he shouted again before the demon god was forced out of Spawn as his body fell to the ground. The crowd in the meeting hall looked in horror as Oggaroth’s true form was finally revealed. After a few moments, the demon god disappeared into the mist. The Regent and a few others surrounded Spawn who was laying on the ground motionless. Spawn’s eyes which were no longer crimson began to slowly open as he glanced around the hall at the different people.

“Wh… Where am I?” Spawn asked slowly standing to his feet.

“You are at Castle Britannia” said Ramses helping Spawn keep his balance. Spawn took another glance around unable to believe his eyes. He was finally free of the demon’s grip and had control of his own body.

“Oggaroth…?” Spawn asked glanced back to Ramses and another familiar face which was Vaen Swiftar.

“Gone…” said Vaen placing a hand on Spawn’s shoulder. After sitting on one of the benches trying to get his bearings, Spawn thanked everyone especially Ishtar, who freed him from the vile demon’s control then returned back to his home in Sanctus. Upon returning to his home, he took a glance at the grass, the sky and buildings that surrounded him. He thought to himself that he may have never been able to see this if Oggaroth succeeded in his plans. Spawn took a deep sigh of relief before opening the metal doors and walking into his home.
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[Thrax]

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In the darkness of his mind, Spawn had struggled with the spirit essence of the daemon god. The imagery of a man in white wrestling with a towering, horned, behemoth within a veil of fire and smoke had pervaded his consciousness.

This is what you wanted... remember?! To kill and destroy... the path to power! I gave you that. Do not throw it away!

"I never wanted that! The residue of your hate and malice prompted it, forced it to the surface!"

Whoever plays with fire gets burned... and scarred. You are scarred, Spawn... tainted by the taste of absolute power. Your life will never be the same! They will never accept you again!

"You lie, dark one! Begone!"

Oggaroth's laughter filled his ears...

Until the casting of the spell by Ishtar.

Oggaroth felt his hold diminishing quickly. He knew it was not the power of the spell alone, but the energies back of it. He sensed the presence of Concordia's power, but there was another's also... a god he knew of but had yet to encounter as an opponent. It was a powerful god and together their wills were too strong for him.

Nooooooooooooo!!!

He was ripped from Spawn's body like a piece of clothing. Desert winds, tornadic in intensity, ensnared him. For a moment he was visible in all his daemonic form on the material plane... and then he was thrust into outer darkness.

Blind, but conscious and mobile, Oggaroth groped in the blackest darkness. He sensed beings around him, but they did not speak nor touch him. He knew, like them, he was effectively trapped.

This shall not be my fate! You are doomed, Spawn... Thraxanduril... Ishtar! One day we shall meet again and then your true sufferings shall begin!