Se'ptharas'huraksh'hesh Daal โ [* The Scarlet Leviathan]
(WhatIF: The King wasn't never chained, and still won?)
A lifetime of perpetual ravaging, with eyes that would have killed anyone but lesser who looked into them, and fourteen hands which He'd since long use to form all types of the Seven Murdras. A bleeding, red maw surrounded the Not by grasping arms & eyes, while clouded by smoke and fire that poured endless blood, and released an endless, inhumane scream.
"The Seven-Headed curr means nothing.... though both Jeser & Goran need to be avenged, all of their forms are mine to take!
And you...โ my.. youngest nemesis, I see how entrancing you are. Yours is a compassion the likes of which I've never gotten to see. But I once feared you... now,
I HAVE FEARED YOU NO MORE!"
(tl;dr โ beetroot snekman of a God now becomes a drago-naga ultrakill of a God because his pet project S.W.A.T team got offed by an orange blorbo
Now looking much like his aunt! Prepare your wood & flint =) )
