Originally posted by darkxbox
jason chuckled. "ya know, for some reason he gives me chills when he calls me master." he turned to tammi. "i called him to show him the house, and to find a place for him to stay when he isnt following me around." he smiled. "but first i need to ask him what the terms of his 'servitude' are."
Lich did not need to be asked before he began to spew out information to please Jason's request. "I created the rules of my service. Long ago during my travels still as a fleshling, I encountered a king of a golden land. He ruled with iron compassion against a multitude that could have easily overthrown him if instilled with the right leader. I did not bother to ask. I was not interested in revolution. The Pharaoh, as I learned he was called, found great use in my military tactics and wisdom. I became his prodigal general and news of my conquests spread throughout the neighboring kingdoms. The rise of one lead to the fall of another, and I was just another trinket to be passed around from king to king. Finally, tired of this senseless blood shed on my account, I devised a plan to destroy two great empires: the first a nomadic clan of several hundred thousand families that hid behind the Ural mountains, the second the mighty roman empire. The turn of events that followed lead to the greatest political chaos that ever shook the foundations of this world."
He paused to let this information sink in. The mist wavered and feigned as the air in the apartment moved it like a snake to the chanters hymn. After a sufficient pause he resumed again. The political turmoil was too much for anyone and soon the conquest for me diminished all together. There were those who spoke of me as 'a monster in this shadow'. I could care less. I was free to wonder once again. However to assure myself that the wheels of history do not repeat themselves, I devised riddles to challenge those who gaze upon me. Those who succeed are granted all my knowledge and powers as long as they live. Free from betrayal, deception, even death." He paused once again, only this time, his eyes were that which changed. A black mist begin to curl and ball in his sockets, but they did not leave this empty cave. Suddenly ink-black liquid began to stream down his cheek bones and unto his chin where it proceeded to drip on the floor.
"Those who fail to answer my riddle, unfortunately meet a crueler fate." with that he extended his hand out towards Jason's face where it hovered inches from his nose. Faces and screams, that only Jason could see, of low lives, scoundrels, robbers, murderers, kings, dictators, slave owners and other vile forms of human wastes flashed before his eyes. He saw their painful deaths and the crimes they committed throughout their lives. Some were lucky to guess the riddle others were not. In the end, they all got what they deserved. And likewise he saw compassionate people, wise, generous, giving, loving, humble people who both failed and succeeded at guessing the riddle. But in the end, regardless of how they used Lich they all died the same. The images ended with Lich staring at Jason with his eyes not longer holding the ball of black mist, but the black liquid staining his cheek. "It does not matter how you use me," he said the mist starting again to fall out of his mouth like a waterfall, "know that your fate, regardless of what you do, will be the same as yours." With that he faced the wall of the apartment building where Daniel was sleeping, "There is another, but he will not be able to see me."