The Ritual Begins

Bloob after teleporting down to the south-east of the city of ruins, Alteros, he'd take out a copy of the tome he had been given by Kudlak months prior. It's teachings were amazing, so detailedd in the dark arts. His hunger for knowledge had been heightened the more he read. With every word he felt the power that hid behind their meaning as he said them aloud.

He'd begin chanting the words aloud after have letting the book on the floor. He grabbed the black knife made of occult magic that he had been given by his leader Kudlak, him feeling the power of the knife as it was held tight in his hand. He closed his eyes, putting out his left arm, his right mutated hand starting to salivate from the tongue. It was it's way of sweating in it's new form.

Lowering the blade towards his left arm as he chanted he'd start to etch symbols of a language of the ancients. The letters that were etched into the young mimic's skin would ooze out with black blood, the symbols themselves glowing a faint purple once they were completed. He grunted in pain, this brutal rite taking place. His grunts interrupted the chanting, the glowing of the glyphs flickering lightly.

Noticing the flickering he tried to make his arm go numb and ignore the pain, attempting with all his might to not mess up with the ritual. His neck muscles tensed, his words coming out slower as he went through the pain of writting on himself, his skin the stone, and in his hand the chizzle. The tongue on his hand would begin to drool more intensively.

The saliva of the corrupted arm dripping down the occult blade and onto the open wounds of his left arm. It stung slightly, but it did not matter. Now at his elbow Bloob would stop with the engraving, the first part of the ritual finished. Falling to his knees the occult blade would fall on the grass, black blood caked it's tip, the black blood stained the green wild grass that it touched.

He roared in agony, finally being able to let it all come out. He breathed heavily, recovering little by little, a strong stinging coming across his entire arm. Looking up at the sky he smiled against the pain. He mumbled to himself.

"Now... I'm on the road to true strength..."

(Shadow Dominic Falco)