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*The Awakening *

by SyLoX

"As told by the stars, his kingdom will rise once more, and his reign will have no end."

-Tacthys; Book 5, 12:3

September 2, 2015

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The skies awoke with a paralyzing flash of lightning, a violent clap of thunder soon followed as the gates of hell began to open. The liquid mausoleum, eerily calm, and glassy, soon parted allowing a beast to burst forth into the open. A 400 foot shragon, a youthful looking one arose from the murky depths into the open for all to see. His scaled skin, black, with blue stripes, while his chest was white with an Amethyst pendant around his neck glowing brightly. Wings graced his back, as did a fin, and large tail with spikes, like his claws, silver in color. His eyes bled blue while his hair dripped with white, and the two sharp horns that adorned his head were a deep, rich black.

He'd awoke from a 2,000 year slumber, the alarm bell being a tachyon bomb awakening him from his forced stasis. His stomach rumbled, instinctively forcing him to grab the nearest thing towards him, in this case 4 naval ships. His clawed hand managed to grab the four ships from the ocean, and brought them to his mouth, allowing the terrified furs to see his sharp fangs, some with deep cracks, and others broken all together. With a sadistic laugh he placed the ill-fated ships into his mouth, sending the ill-fated furs on a wild ride. The humid air in his maw burned their fur, and liquefied their skin. The powerful breath attacked their lungs as they were tossed around violently on the pink muscles before their unexpected trip would come to an end as they were lined up under his foreboding teeth where they were unmercifully grinded into millions of tiny pieces to be used a fuel for his body.

A large lump traveled down his throat as he looked around, and laughed, enjoying the feeling of superiority he had over furmanity, and yet, it seemed as if once more, they would get the upper hand, and vanquish him to Davey Jones' Locker again. Areus was barely able to look up in time to see a blinding white light before a loud *boom* sent shockwaves through the ocean itself, and struck the monster with a death blow. The fighter jets flew off into the distance as they saw the tachyon bomb explode over the monster. It was designed to be as powerful as a low-yield nuclear weapon, doing just as much damage, but without the deadly radiation.

The grimace on Areus' his face soon turned into an evil smile as he felt power the likes of which he'd never experienced course through his veins. Furmanity's love for this new tachyon-based weapon had once again backfired, and now, they were about to see the fruit their devastating seeds had bore. His growth surged faster sending his body into the stratosphere, as a moan could be heard for miles, which frightened those along the coast who saw the unbelievable ascension of the hybrid before their very eyes. Thousands decided to jump into their cars, and escape, realizing it would be a death sentence if they stayed. Others hid in shelters, some turned to religion, and a few simply stared up into the sky at the youthful monster's godly growth.

Satisfied at the turn of events, his deadly gaze focused on the environment around him. He'd never seen metal ships, small flying things or explosions such as the one that'd helped his growth. For over 2,000 years he was locked away in Poseidon's liquid prison, never seeing the light of day, and the advancement of fur-kind. Those who'd placed him there had successfully hidden him from the judgmental gaze of history, in spite of the glaring fact that the five Books of Ak'Rat (Awkrah), the only surviving materials from his empire still remained. Several passages in the religious texts foretold his meteoric rise, tyrannical reign, tragic downfall, and unexpected rebirth, but nobody took them seriously, and were instead viewed along the lines the Norse's Prose Edda, the Olympians of Ancient Greece, and the Egyptian Gods as opposed to the Bible of Christian lore.

The hybrid's empire, once global in reach, was gone, reduced to nothing but simple hovels placed next to the occasional mansion. Its mighty, cohesive military spread far, and wide; some neutered, some powerful, and others suppressed by those next to them. His subjects, free with thought, yet tamed by their new overlords; money, religion, government, all of which demanded constant tribute. The shragon's nostrils flared, while his dripping hands morphed into fists as he looked around. He was furious at what had become of him, and the land he once ruled over, yet he was free, and now wielded power beyond his dreams, and that coupled with his new height of one mile tall forced him to grin darkly.

Areus' back arched, and wings spread wide as he let loose mighty, deafening roar fueled by raw lust. The pink tongue thrashed around the agape, bloodthirsty maw as the primal, increasingly savage sound traveled for hundreds of miles, downing helicopters, airliners, and the very fighter jets who gave life to his new, godly form. He could feel his new found power surge through every single pulsating vein in his toned body, forcing his toes to curl into the very earth that supported him, creating fissures that snaked through the liquefying ground 50 miles away, and greedily swallowed entire towns into its rocky, molten drooling maw.

Areus was now a god, no longer a king, but that of an otherworldly being given power that most could only dream of, and boy did he love the euphoric feeling that went along with such an important transition. The mile-high hybrid's superiority over all that stood beneath him was intoxicating to say the least, and further clouded his already corrupted brain with nefarious ideas of how he could use his new abilities for his own personal gains. If the raw power that coursed through his veins were a tangible fluid he'd of already died of poisoning from drinking too much. However, despite already having consumed a pitcher the size of France, he was thirsty for more, and literally began to salivate at the grandiose idea of becoming even more drunk with power.

"So this is what being a god is like," he started, looking at his form, as the amount of cockiness, and arrogance inside of him was off the charts. The ego of the domineering shragon was vaulted into the stratosphere as he looked down, and wiggled his four toes in the cool waters of the Pacific. "I think I can get used to this, don't know about you all though...not that your opinion even matters," he quipped, rubbing his abs as his eyes closed. He tried his best to stifle a moan, as he bit his lower lip, but it was all for not as the intense feeling of pleasure had begun to wash over his naked body. Without even realizing it, he stepped onto land, the soft, wet soles making contact with the coastline, rending a pleasant sigh from Areus. The other foot swung forward allowing him to move even deeper into the Golden State, ruining what was known as Silicon Valley.

Not even Ooogle would be immune to the violent actions of a power-hungry shragon who smugly looked down at his damaging tread. Smoke arose from the craters sized footprints that highlighted his trail so far. He imagined what the tiny furs must've felt as he wiped them out form the rolls of existence with the simple placement of his massive clawed feet. The thought turned him on, causing his flaccid member to stiffen with vigor as the sickening thoughts of death pervaded his mind. Chuckling, the hybrid headed north, taking out even more towns, and cities as his violent footfalls devastated parts of Northern California. Eventually though, Areus stopped, and placed his hands on his hips and looked down at the Bay Area.

"To think I wield such power...amazing!"

He reached forth, and grabbed a double decker plane from the sky, and murred as he felt it explode within his covetous grasp. Even at this height, he could hear the multitude of screams, and wailing from the furs who could only stand in the street, and eye the toned god, and his twitching shaft above. Areus crouched down, an earthquake forming simply from that movement alone. Grinning, he lifted his index finger above the city as he eyed the instrument of death with curiosity. "Yes, scream for me little ones. Scream for your god's salvation," he cooed, moving his finger into the very earth itself, with a soft murr as the cool soil surrounded it. Without hesitating, he dragged the clawed digit through the soft soil, ripping apart buildings, and dismembering the very furs who only minutes early begged for his salvation.

God; it was that word, that all-encompassing thought of divinity, and unrestrained power that aroused him the most, even more so than dominating the insolent mites who cowered at his mighty toes. Their bombs, miniscule in stature, and inconsequential in action, struck the keratin spears that lay over the Bay Area, hoping in a last ditch attempt to quell the rampaging demon from doing any more harm, yet they merely tickled the looming hulk who simply chuckled at furmanity's abortive attempt at stopping him.

"Fear arouses your god, insects."

He lifted his right foot from the ground, and laughed as he felt the tiny pricks on his thigh, ankle, and legs from the impacts of the bombs that were being launched at him. It tickled him more than anything, and all but confirmed in his dark, hate filled mind that the bugs beneath him should be reminded of their place on the food chain. "Fur-kind has always been nothing more than nugatory specks whose sole purpose in life is to worship the foot of a god such as me," Areus said sternly as he stroked his erection, while his foot stopped its ascension overtop of the Bay Area, preparing to strike down on the dense mass of steel, glass, and asphalt that taunted him. Once more bombs were launched, the US Military doing all it could to save San Francisco, Oakland, and the rest of the Bay Area from a cruel, fate such as this. Areaus wiggled his toes, allowing debris to fall from this as he snickered at what he was preparing to do, while his large tail lay against the ground, and sliced into the barren landscape, allowing magma to seep to the top, and reclaim land it'd once held control over.

"Now, be good little insects, and help pleasure your god!"

The powerful foot instantly fell from the sky towards the Bay Area, a violent shockwave of air preceding its movements as it took aim at the condemned area. The air blast struck first, blowing away the buildings from their foundations, and sending furs flying into the air, as the foot steadily made its way towards them. Planes that took off from the three airports in the region all crashed into the unstoppable weapon of mass destruction that made its way towards ground, and seconds later with a powerful *thoom*, it happened; the Bay Area was lost under the foot of their god. The shragon's foot dug deep into the earth, removing water, dirt, and magma as well, killing millions in the blink of an eye, all of which pleased the intoxicated god who laughed cruelly above. He could hear the muffled screams of millions slowly but surely fade away as they were snuffed under his massive foot, he could feel the glass and steel succumb to his weight, and shatter into millions of pieces, as their diminutive figure was derided by the arrogant look on Areus' face.

"So pathetic..."

Never had power such as this been in his venerable grasp, never had the ability to strike entire cities down with such prejudice, and malice been afforded to him, it was all so intoxicating, and made him want more. His mind began to wander, wondering 'what if...' for a few seconds. "If cities were fun to crush, what about something bigger than that; what about an entire country," he thought as a devilish grin began to take form on his face. Their wretched capitals disappearing beneath his soft soles, millions of worthless specks snuffed out in an instant, a massive, enduring footprint left behind serving as a powerful, soul shaking reminder of who ruled the Earth, who demanded constant worship, and who was their one, and only god!

The thought, ohh the arousing thought of such superiority, utter domination, and untold destruction of a country beneath his godly feet forced a loud moan to part his lips as an endless amount of musky shragon seed shot from his throbbing spear, adding more destruction of the disaster zone that was the Bay Area. Cum roaring out of the swollen tip, landing parts of the suburbs that had survived the impact, his own mud covered toes, and into the Pacific Ocean itself. The powerful currents took the white globs that floated on top of the water further, and further away from the coastline, leaving in its wake dead fish, and other sea creatures which began to surface, and bleed. His left hand gripped the unhinged faucet, and energetically pumped away, allowing more cum to vacate his balls, and be spread forth for all of the world to marvel in fear, and awe at. After a few minutes, with his climax over, and heart rate returning to normal, Areus let go of his cock, bringing the cum soaked digits to his moistened lips, and sucking on them gingerly, enjoying the tart flavor of his own musky essence.

Despite letting loose millions of gallons of his seed, his towering member continued to throb intensely overhead, a true testament to the ethereal power its owner had. A scaled hand gripped it, allowing the sobbing tool to again bask in the soft, loving touch as Areus moaned softly, and felt the sloshing seed within his balls, forcing a salacious grin. His corrupted psyche became awash with devilish desires that urged him to fuck something, and release even more of the pent up arousal that'd filled his bulging orbs for thousands of years. Of course, it didn't help that being an unstoppable deity increased his libido ten thousand fold, but in the end, the shragon didn't really mind.

The hybrid could only laugh as he relished the incomprehensible amount of power that swelled inside of him. "Heh, with power such as this, why should I keep it to myself?" The ominous words fell out of Areaus' maw as he looked to the horizon, a mix of green, and gray splotched along the rocky dermis as far as his burning blue eyes could see. "I might as well introduce myself to this world, after all, it needs to know who their fucking god is!" Gripping the pendant that hung around his neck, he looked at the Amethyst emblem shaped like a shark tooth, and smiled, realizing that with it in his possession he had control over his growth, but for now at least, he would enjoy his new height, and the possibility of erratic, pulse pounding growth spurts that raged throughout his body.

Chuckling, he turned around, and headed south towards Los Angeles, grinding more cities underfoot, as a powerful, demonic laugh bellowed from his large chest, and 5 clawed digits wrapped around his swollen girth. He was headed for the City of Angels to enjoy the carousal of death that would fuel his massive body, and savor the lust-intensifying sensation of the planet; his planet, quivering on its fragile axis as his devastating footfalls terraformed the very land beneath them.

This was the beginning of the end, the ascendance of a god to his rightful throne, but above all, the rebirth of an earthly empire.

THE END