With the awakening of the twisted yet gentle dark within Darse a roar of nightmare and dread escaped him as he was transformed from the living into true undeath. His flesh withered and rotted away becoming malformed and calcified, turning jet black and crimson, the prismatic colors and joy were gone and replaced with cold, unending, and deathly glow of crimson blood made into raw soul energies. The transformation complete, a permanent grin plastered upon his very face as the tears of blood fell down his cheeks.
As the wailing ended, the violent sound of snapping and flesh tearing could be heard all around as the beast and followers alike all would be broken and snapped like toys, their flesh being ripped right off the bone. Darse was collecting their bones and flesh, squirming and crying out they would all slowly be harvested alive or dead. This was a horrific and slow process, one the boy would delight in as reality began to collapse all around. Despite the ruination around him the castle would remain as the void claimed the land once vibrant and full of life, his new nature would warp the very castle, slowly it warped into dark and twisted gothic design. It was a castle now fit for a necro-lich god.
The harvest now done, all that remained was he and his dying mother, despite his new form and nature he would hold her fast in his arms, letting her fade gently in his warm cold embrace. Her voice is fading yet still sweet and soft, her will broken even now she thinks of him. “My son, my Darse, it ends as it was fated, but I hoped for more time.” She says as she clings to time to speak her last words, her voice rasped and harsh. “Fear not for the promise is invoked, the lingering will of my gods, will see you to that which will give you home, shelter… I love you my son.” She says as the death rattle shortly follows her eyes fade away, and Darse would harvest even his own mother.
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Thus came to an end the Pan'Donia, its Mother, which the reality was named after her. The castle inherited by her son is now a gruesome flesh and bone castle of grand gothic design. But he would not be alone for long as the ferryman came and he was whisked away to the grand tide of flesh and blood. Darse was now before a malformed tree, many bodies fused together to create the oddity, but almost none had any features left to give the idea of what or who they were. A voice like many yet one would ring out “Who are you? Are you lost? Welcome to the end and the beginning. I have no name, yet they call me Kreist, Savior. I think they are foolish, yet you seem to fit in with us.” It said much in a short time, Darse had no answer to give right away but his name and what brought him here. “ I am Darse, and I was brought here by a shadowy Ferryman who called himself Kaiser. Told me to stay here and be with whatever you are.” Despite his unease he felt safe here, taking a seat against the flesh bark, he closed his eyes, no more words spoken, simply peace in the abyss
