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I transform back as I've gone far enough from Teca. I let out a scream. I grip my head. Way to go Zatz. Way to go. You've destroyed the best thing that's happened to you. But what choice do I have? I'm going to transform into a monster. I feel my skin breaking. I feel like my skin is shedding like snake's skin.

I look at myself in a puddle. I see my own skin breaking. I see blood dripping. My face looks really miserable. It looks sad. I move my hand over my face. My eye widens when I see my hand peeling off my own skin. Is this body even my own? I'm breaking. 

"It is almost time my dark lord." The man comes again.

I turn. I take out my sword.

"No need for violence. I've always been your loyal servant Agaroth." He does another bow.

"Who are you really?" I ask.

"Your humble servant." He says.

"You need to explain that so much better." I say. 

I walk forward.

"I helped Agaroth resurrect in you. It's one of the old spells." He says.

My eye widens. I point my sword at him.

"Keep talking." I say.

"Yes, my lord. I crept into your mother's tent. Just three days before she gave birth to you. I had the jar of Agaroth's soul. So fiery and so black. So full of anger. I opened the jar and his soul went into her womb. Into you." He points at me. 

I charge. He kneels. I place my sword to his neck.

"You did this. You did this to me?!" I yell.

"Yes." He nods.

I hoist the sword. No... I drop it quickly. This isn't honorable. I grip my head. Pain keeps flashing in my body. My skin feels like it's on fire. I grip it.

"Go back to Teca... and burn it." He says.

"No... no." I hiss.

"It is your destiny." He says.