User blog:GoldenDiva/Armistice Asylum:Taken Ogre

...Ever since the first two pages had been revealed and lectured, the reader had changed her objective to eventually collect the remaining pages for the 'Tome', it that contained untold horrors which had been pulled from the past, where it was supposed to stay.

After an entire day of traveling and the help of villagers pointing out the radiating eerie aura in a remote location, she ended up finding the second sets of pages #3 and #4.

They were not that far from each other. In fact, they were dropped in a straight path. As if the madman that was the author suddenly ripped the pages while walking a trail, in it's hellish realm. That would explain the strange disposition of the papers.

The night beckoning soon, the reader when to set camp inside a cave nearby. Considering the history of the one who made this, it was not safe to risk reading it in the monster friendly village.

Inside the cave, a mini-table was set up, with a little camp fire gently brazing the air around it, moving an empty plate suspended over. A kettle was on said table, full of vanilla tea as well as a cup with the same drink. After taking a sip with her head in her thoughts, the reader sighs a bit, like she was disappointed with something, or someone and takes out the 'Tome' and lays it on the table. Just like before, page #3 is unreadable for a few seconds before the Tome's imminent awareness of it's reader's language kicks in and shifted words to flawlessly imitate the mandarin. And, at last, she begins to read the entry, knowing well that is to expected....

''You are Ogre. Unequaled in strength. Proud of your domination over the lands itself. Those who have dared challenging you ended up overwhelmed by your absolute might.''

You have been T̄̔̉ͫaͣͯ̈ͧk̥͈̫̙e̱̼̾̋͑͊n̉

''Unclench your fist strong one. The frail things are awed by your presence. None will doubt your superiority.''

''Why do you shout your power? Who are you trying to impress? Isn't your stature enough?''

''Hmmm, you had powerful fists capable of breaking everything it contacts. Your body, enduring a legion of arrows, swords, axe and anything the weaker beings might try to counter you. But, the current Demon Lord has denied your strength. Enfeebled your iron body to a sensible thing, just like the others. She has gazed down you and said that should you fail to summon your strength for her goals, you will become slave to whoever bests you in the most insulting prowess.''

Y̹̤̻͈̭͔o͓̲͍̦̮u̦̞̘̘̠͈͚ ͙̤͎n͎̠̼̩͙̘͚̼ͅe̘̪e̳̥d̜̠͓ ͍͎̙̼t̖̖̭̘͇̫o̺̘̠̣̪̘̻̩ ̪͕̮b͕̩͚̤̻e̞͙̲͚̩̲̭͕̯ ̩̲̠͇͓̜̟͙̳g̝͔̥͇ͅi͚̼̝̘̜̜v̥̘͕͎ͅe̫̥̪͎̥͓̞ͅn̠̙̻̬̳ ͚̘̠̰̳y̗͇̜̦o̮͓̣̬ͅụ͈r̙͉̪ ̦͉̼͚̼̻̞̮͉s̪̦͓͍t̤̙̗̳r̰̹̮̝e̘n̥̣̭͖̠̫g͕̱̳͚͖͍̦t̹͇̯̜̹̦̲̤h̹͇̪̺̩̼ ̖͙b͎̹̜̫͕͔̤̲̭a͚͇͚̝̟̞̣̼c͚͔̗͈̹̦̹̱̞k̼̲!̩̩̺̘͖̲̤

''There is a blade for you. It is shaped as [BLUDGEON]''

Use...the...blade.....Clench...your...fists.....Shatter...this...plane

Ŭ͇̳͓̺͓̥̺̼̓Š͚̱̬̘̩̗͋̏̓͐̀͂E͕͂̄͑ͫ̂̑͒̊.̱̺̲̩̺̯͙̼ͮͯ͑̍͐.͇̒͂̄̏̐̄.͙̗̩̲̳̜͇͋̔̄ͭͨ̅̽ͨY̻̘̤̝̬̱͓͆ͩÖ̭͍͓̯͉́ͮ͛̑̂U̳͙̜̺̹̟̥ͩ̄̎̄ͨ̓̋R̰̭͎̦̜̬̱̅ͬͯ̑ͨ͑.͔͍̭̜͍̪͕̜͋͐ͦͧ̇̇.̪̪͕̥̰̝̪̰͐ͫͯͫ̐.̫̹̭͕͍̙̪̪̓̏͑̎Ň̘̣̬͇̫̤̙̿E̺̲̬̳̰͉̘̭̲̍̌̄ͮW̜̭̖̹̫̥̒ͨ̈͗̑.̤̖̖̰͍͋̽ͪ.̘̱͉̯̻̄ͫ.͈͎̬̽̓̓̄̔̄̌̅F͎̪̤̱͇̾O̬̜̤̫̫̲͙͊ͪ͌͂͒̾ͩ̂R͙̰͖͇̝̞̘̄͛̔̓ͬ͊̋ͬͅM͓͓̦͔̬͗̀.͈̹̽ͥͫ͂̑͒ͪͫ.̟̠ͨ͗.͕̯̼̦̪̠̯͍̌̇!͈͙̻͛̒ͦ͊

Feeling sorrow for whoever had been 'Taken', the reader turned her gaze to her cup, which she emptied in one gulp. She didn't want to look at the image of the new monster reverted of the old war yet.

She went outside the cave for a while. Looking at the stars, she seemed like asking the skies for something. Whatever it was, a response in the shape of a villager running to her cave. he told her that the next town after them had the same unnatural glitter that happened here. Another set of pages had appeared. Thanking the man that warned her, she went back inside and sat down in front of the 'Tome' again. Assembling her resolve, she eventually looks at the right page, immediately wracked with terror at the sights of the old Ogre.

The 'Taken' Ogre had lost her feminine curves that had once convinced others that she also wanted peace. That was replaced by an over burdened amount of muscles. The arms were now covered with visible scars that deformed her skin, yet seemed to do no damage. Her gentle face mutated to a horrid beast, howling for war with a maw full of drool while her hair had burned out to the last. That revealed her disgusting cap that made no effort to hide the line where her now-jagged horns end and her skin begins. Her arms were also pumped beyond human limits as they made twice the size of a men's chest. Her height had doubled. And, to top all of this, she was now bearing fresh kills of various animal, some flesh still visibly rotting and blood dripping. And all of this was now tainted in umbra fluorescent colors, mixing blue and black into a foul result. In addition, her fists now were pulsing more than ever, suggesting that something was done with them....

Who is the madman that created this abomination? Why is he trying to back step everything the Demon Lord fought to stop so long ago....