Ok, so this is the beginning of address that I've teased, hinted at, and promised for a while: The Gryaor solo series is here, and, tying into what he is and who he will become, is called King Rising. I'm not sure what his "hive demigod" name should be yet, though, so feel free to leave some suggestions if you have any ideas. I'm also a little hesitant about the name of this series as we'll, so if you have an idea be sure to let me know. Also, it will get a little graphic. You have been warned. Anyways, let's begin. Darkness. It's what he came from. It's what he is. He feels the fluid swirling around him, inside some sort of cavern. It feels like a dream, but he shouldn't know what a dream feels like... should he? Even through the thick skin of the chrysalis, he can hear them chanting. The words of the sorceresses cut into him, driving into his subconscious like hot needles. He bellows and begins to stir. He lashes out, and sinks one claw into the chrysalis membrane. He yanks on it as he begins to see light. His sharp claws pierce it like a thick balloon, and he steps out, the embryonic fluid flowing from him, sopping wet, onto the floor. The smaller ones screech and bow, or bellow and clank their blades against the ground. He feels a primal urge. And then he sees something. A blob of light, moving and shifting, straight ahead of him. He feels a sense of desire, and feels hate. Light. Bright. he thinks. And then he roars. FALSE GOD. THE ONLY TRUTH DEATH. he thinks. He charges towards the light. And he sees it more clearly. It's a tiny thing, almost funny with its size, and a tiny spark moves right next to it. The hive blinks and it turns back into the tiny shape. He is confused. He thunders towards the tiny thing, as it rebounds off of the wall. Unable to stop, he hits it with a crunch. Trick. he thinks. The little beast has tricked him. He roars and his rage burns bright. He feels it... and he RELEASES it. A torrent of Arc pours from his head like a river, and it burns. But... he likes it. The torrent hits the tiny thing and it begins to break, falling onto the floor. It narrowly dodges as he slams the floor where it just was with its claws. He turns and roars as an answering roar sears his eyes and mouth and scorches his tender skin. He screams. NO MORE TRICKS. he thinks, and slashes it with his claws, tearing one limb from its body. It screams for its tiny spark as his hate burns, and he picks the little thing up like a toy. With both arms, he tears it in half. He tosses the pieces to the ground, and as the tiny spark tries to help it, he destroys it with his Arc. He feels good. The bright light from before drains As he lifts the pieces up, taking it from the tiny things corpse. Suddenly, his followers roar as more then a dozen strange - pinnacles erupt from hatches in the floor. He feels some sense of confusion, but some sense of satisfaction as he enters he pinnacle. And then he sees it. Another tiny bright thing, shouting in a tinny voice. And he pauses. The lights can wait. he thinks. Now, he must be with his people as they are crowded together. Knights, wizards, thrall and acolyte - all here for him. He pinnacles rumble and the hive around him begin to scream. He feels it too - the excitement, the hunger that they feel, and he lets it loose in a roar that drowns all of the rest of them out. The seeders shoot off of the surface of Luna, bound for a destination - earth. He roars, and then he sees himself. His hands - they - they glow. With bright light, light too bright to be true. He almost bites himself and then he stops. It isn't anyone else's. It is his power. If a hive could smile, he would. His destiny awaits. Little does he know what lies in the road ahead, or what awaits him at the end. Wow, I hope you enjoyed this chapter of King Rising. A little taste, if you will. If you enjoyed it, if you would like more, feel free to say so. Tell me what you think of the idea of a series for the overarching villain of this series.