Drom'r

The dark wasteland of Hell is incredibly vast. Many creatures, plants, and beings exist but solely for the purpose of destruction. Many things that would look cute, and adorable, are actually the most malicious of lifeforms.

One such creature, the Bakaneko, has a feline body. With ears as long as their body, and wide enough to hide their body they are capable of hearing for miles away. Their ears marked with intricate designs of white, red, and black. The marks always looking eerily similar to a painting of the human eyes. The Bakaneko itself is blind, with no eyes and a streamlined nose making their sense of smell one of the best within the seventh hell.

A single Bakaneko, roaming the wasteland perked its ears up high. In the distance a cacophony of footsteps were rapidly approaching. Without hesitation, and focusing on the distant noise it ran straight towards its barrow and dove right in.

A single hand reached in and grabbed the blind Bakaneko by its ears lifting it into the air. A red imp with a frown deep-set on his face. One of the tusks that sat beneath its lower-lip broken and his eyes a deep purple color.

With one motion he slammed the Bakaneko onto the ground, instantly snapping its neck and killing it. He threw it over his shoulders and continued his journey. With each step he took a loud jingle rang from the satchel wrapped around his waist.

"heh" A deep chuckle escaped his lips. "I still got it"

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Finally, when Jack and Sarah had begun to sleep Osiris put his plan into motion..

'This is gonna be disgusting..' His complaint then triggered the earlier memories of his meal and instantly stopped.

He put his lips against the wall of the dungeon and swallowed the mucus-coated meat. Since the 'castle' Drygr resided in was a beast, he could easily salvage some genetic material. Any thing that would provide him even the smallest of benefits.

When the mucus-meat dripped down his throat he had to force himself to swallow the rest. Suppressing the deep urge to gag, which in and of itself was a struggle.

[../Foreign Genetics Detected

[../Would you like to analyze?]

[Yes]-[No]

Bracing himself, he pulled his knees to his chest and gripped his ankles tightly.

'Yes'

[../Analyzing..]

"Mrmmm..." Biting his lips he held back the sound that desperately wanted to escape him. The headache erupting as many mysterious symbols and numbers flooded his psyche. He had to push through it. If he even gave the smallest hint of his discomfort it could wake the others, or even trigger a sudden visit from Drygr. The less variables, the better.

[../Analysis complete

The pain immediately subsided. He relaxed almost completely as the sensation left him.

[../Activate Genetic Metamorphosis?

[Yes]-[No]

'Show me the statistics as well as a list of any cosmetic changes' Remembering the last time when he suddenly grew a tail with no warning of it.

[../Species-Child of Ba'al

[../Benefits capable of integration

[../Strength+7

[../Speed+9

[../ Resilience +3

[../Recovery +2

[../During the Metamorphosis it is highly likely you will receive an extra pair of arms, as well as thicker leg muscles. Your skin and legs will be coated in a very fine layer of mucus and you will lose all of your body hair. Although you may remove them, the benefits of the metamorphosis will also be lost.

[../Activate Genetic Metamorphosis?

[Yes]-[No]

A look of complete stupor fell upon his face. 'There is no way.. Lose all of my body hair? An extra pair of arms? What is this!' He couldn't comprehend it.. 'Although the Child of Ba'al does have 6 legs and is a gigantic frog.. What else could I have expected?'

With a look of defeat he rolled onto his stomach. In order to combat his desire to yell, he bit a huge chunk of the ground, keeping his lips firmly clamped.

'Yes!'

The pain began..

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"DROM'R YOUS SON OF A GUN!" Drygr held out his arms open wide and approached the flinching Imp. He gave him a tight embrace and patted his back. "I thought yous done forgots about us!"

With a grunt Drom'r pushed the bag of coin into Drygr's chest and pushed him away.

"Here's your cut." He turned to leave but Drygr grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. The motion was smooth and honed from years of practice.

"Dear Brutha why dont'cha stay and chat for a while, ya kno? I haven't seens ya in so long!" Drygr patted his back and guided him down the hallway.

"No thanks" His deep voice resounded. Slipping underneath Drygr's arm he once more turned to walk away, only to be intercepted in the same smooth motion again.

"Brutha I'ves got the best new punching bag! Yous gotsta give it a try!" Drygr grinned from ear to ear. He always loved to spend time with his younger brother. Drom'r just let out a sigh and continued walking down the hallway. All hope of leaving has left him.

Even though he loved his older brother he could only be reminded of the years of torment his brother would bring him. Even him, too, was used a punching bag. Every time he voiced his complaint his brother would tell him to "Suck it up yous. Hows yous even a man if you cant take a hit?" but their father wasn't much different.

As they grew closer to the large red doors they heard the muffled screams of pain. The pair of Brothers stared at each other, Drygr in more confusion than Drom'r.

"What the hells!" When Drygr pushed the door open. Osiris laid on the floor. A thick viscous liquid oozing out of him. Drom'r took a step back in slight shock. Drygrs only moved closer, observing it.

Small pink arms were clawing at the air. Each appendage writhed as their growth expanded beneath the black liquid. Jack and Sarah had both woken up a long time ago, pushing themselves as far away from Osiris as possible. Jack, who was his direct neighbor, had the worst part of the luck. He was close enough to have his nostrils bathed in the horrid stench that came from Osiris.

Osiris lifted his head up and erupted a loud yell. His legs cracked and pulled in awkward angles. The bones snapping and reforming to look similar to the hind legs of a frog. His big toe, middle toe, and pinky toe elongating to three times their original. The other toes fell clean off.

"Did you capture one of Apep's Children? Drom'r stared daggers at his brother. A cold sweat forming along his own shoulders.

"Nos! Atleast.. I don't think so.." Drygr too, felt the cold sweat.

Apep is the God of Chaos. His children were the chosen royalty of the Seven Hells. Although Apep had the smallest army, it wasn't because they lacked strength. Their numbers were small, but their strength was insurmountable. It was said a single child of Apep completely obliterated a city of the fourth hell.

Each child of Apep was known for their incredible abilities to adapt and change. They would live 100 years in their larval stage, and during this time their bodies would grow stronger and develop upon their situations.

"You dumbass!" Drom'r approached his brother and grabbed him by the throat, lifting his brother high in the air. "You know they will chase you here, kill you, and kill our entire family if they trace him here!"

Although Drom'r used to be bullied by Drygr, and was the younger brother he could do nothing in his brothers grasp. Drom'r had long ago surpassed the limits of himself and there was no competition who would win in a fight.

"Wes can just kill him!" Drygr struggled clutching his brothers wrist. His face slowly turning blue beneath the pressure.

"THEY. CAN. TRACK. HIS. SCENT!" Drom'r tossed his brother aside. "Your hobby is going to bring doom to our family. Do you want mother to die?! Father? Saphomira?"

"Father can choke for all I care!" Drygr scoffed, but his reply was met with Drom'r's foot firmly placed into his neck. Drom'r's cold dark blue eyes piercing his soul. All his excuses penetrated by his gaze.

"We will release him. We will apologize. We will make things right. Do you understand?"

Drygr lost all oxygen and had no chance for more. The hoof placed firmly into his throat locked all options for reply, except for an eager and desperate nod.