The Primordial Record

Those eyes just rubbed Augustus in the wrong way, maybe it was because the eyes were colored with pain, anger, despair, and lust. As if the Champion was in great pain, yet he lusted for more of it, even though it must be suffering greatly, a part of it still lusted for that pain.

Augustus knew this was the chief personality of the Abomination Champion, and like anything from this foul race, it was terrifying. It only asked questions, and the first time Augustus failed to reply to its query, he… Augustus shuddered, the memories were like acid in his head, recalling it made him wish he was dead.

Augustus now knew with great detail the taste and texture of his feet, his fingers, his intestines, his balls, and selected part of his tendons, as the Abomination Champion fed it to him, making sure he chewed slowly. It was not the action that horrified him the most but the attitude of the champion, he looked almost bored and Augustus knew it would have the same look on its face in the next twenty years as it continued torturing him, so Augustus gave in every time, any act of defiance was useless.

To others, these actions may seem heretical and hopelessly depraved, but to the Abomination Champion, it was just a Tuesday night.

The Champion suddenly went still like a corpse, and those eyes he dreaded opened up, while the previous eyes went close. The Champion went from a still posture to an explosive frenzy as he appeared in front of Augustus. Augustus knew it was not teleportation but pure speed.

The Champion placed it face directly in front of Augustus and its cold breath fanned over Augustus face. Augustus looked at the pale face of the Abomination with a dull look on his face, expecting the start of another round of torture while hoping by some miracle that this would kill him.

Please — Dread Lord Tiberius, let me die. Please!

Augustus gasped when the face of the Champion began to peel open like an eggshell, and the smell from the opened face made him choke, as it smelled sweet like an overripe fruit.

Beneath the opened face were flesh and bones, with yellow and red blood flowing down the opened face and sliding down the Champion's body, as the skull beneath seemed to be grinning.

The disgusting visage began to squirm and the face of a woman appeared, it did not take long for Augustus to place the face as that of that bitch Lamia!

Augustus cringed, what he feared just arrived, "you… you…"

Lamia arched a brow, "cats got your tongue? I expected more from you…more fire! But you're like the rest of mankind. Pathetic and weak, even when given power, it takes only a little trial to reveal your true nature. I see you are returning to your true self. It is good to remember that once you mortals were our cattle. Now you learn your place. As all of your pathetic race would soon learn theirs."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Augustus whimpered, "I had no idea they imprisoned someone like you in that place. In fact, you owe me, I'm the reason you were able to escape."

Lamia brought a single black fingernail to her face as she began peering at it while replying to Augustus, "Don't flatter yourself, Augustus, you simply wanted to dabble in matters that were far beyond your reach. Your childish blunders helped, but don't tell me you thought any of your plans were worth anything in the end, as you profited nothing from your schemes and your betters took the lion's share of your effort."

Augustus' anger had dulled, but his despair was heightened, and he hoped to die, so he grinned, "I'm not the only one who fell short. Even from afar, I could hear your screams, tell me, what did he take from you that made you scream like a pubescent girl being raped?"

Lamia's face changed like a storm cloud, and Augustus dared to hope, and then she laughed, and despair returned. "Oh, don't worry about that, I have my plans for that sweet boy, but let's go back to you. Tell me, why did you think after you submitted the information about our dear friend to your family that they gave those responses? Not only that, they went out of their way to contact the Kuranes family, is that not strange? You would think they would be hunting me, an unsealed Chaotic Abomination Core, but I see no gods on my neck, why is that?"

Augustus shook his head in confusion, his mind was beginning to churn even though he wished for it to be silent, "That is beyond my knowledge. I don't know the reason our ancestors made their judgments."

"Yet even you can see the utter foolishness in their decision, do you not?" Lamia laughed once more, "I wanted to feel slight for not being hunted, you know. With my powers, every day I am left unchecked, the Empire would be creeping towards destruction, but it seems my presence has been forgotten. Then I remember who else escaped that prison with me, and I no longer feel shame. Can you imagine the power Rowan holds, and yet, they release his information all over the Empire for any lucky powers to benefit, is that not ridiculous?"

Augustus looked away, his thoughts in a frenzy, of course, when he heard of their decision he was surprised, but ultimately, he understood he could not really judge the mindset of his Ancestor.

Lamia suddenly broke into laughter, a shrill sound that reminded Augustus of a pair of mating chimeras.

"Don't bother your silly meat brain about it. I will tell you the reason for their decision."

"You don't have to tell me anything."

"Oh shut up Augustus, there is a reason I tell you, for your part in this matter has not yet ended. When I was imprisoned by the Order, it was not only to be used as an experiment for their nefarious purposes. I also serve as a prison. And I was holding one very important prisoner—The Ancestor of the Minerva family."