“Adventure is my choice!” You thought you were going to say find out what’s going on, but instead the word adventure popped in. And it seems to resonate with the others. That’s also the third set of words you’ve rhymed, so you probably should stop that.
“Well, we are adventurers. Previously, you three were. Now I am one too.” Spider Lily nods and then gives you a cheek-peck before slipping back to stand by your side.
Dahlia fusses. “Don’t knock off my hat you fool, but yes! I say we adventure too! Then all shall see the prowess of Dread Witch Dahlia!”
“No objections here.” from Lilac who puts the witch down and pats her hat, heading out of the front door of the building you’re in.
As your party files out, the first thing you notice is how different the sky is. The moon is three times the size it should be, blood red, and baleful. The scene isn't helped by the fact that the stars seem to shine with a luminous intensity, brilliant shimmering white, almost the color of your skin. Despite the alien sky, you feel a rush of energy instead of any fear, as if this is where you’re meant to be.
You bask in the unnatural light for a few moments before you hear a long and low moan coming from the parking lot.
You watch as a man out with his small dog dog waver and stagger. You know him as an older man, lives alone. He's friendly enough, though you're hardly close. He looks almost drunk as a glowing blood red gaze sweeps past you without seeing you. After a moment, he gives a long throaty moan, much more primal and loud than his first one, like he’s experiencing ultimate bliss. He sinks back to the ground as his dog unnaturally climbs over him, starting look awfully goopy. In a voice too sure and clear he proclaims “Oh Empress of Monsters, Queen of the Blood Moon, I Renounce My Humanity And Join Thee For All Eternity!”
As if seeing your quartet for the first time he gives a manic smile in greeting, too wide for his face, even as the remains of his dog continue dissolving into a dark gray sticky substance. It moves with terrible purpose, covering all but the man’s hair in its dark uniform substance in moments. His breaths in and out leave the bit over his mouth vibrating for a few moments, but even they stop in a shockingly short time. Soon all his features are washed away, everything that he was replaced by the dark gray, leaving only smoothness all across his body, not even a bulge to commemorate what was gone.
He spasms, harsh, falling to the ground again. Using all fours he rights himself but doesn’t stand, human form looking unnatural on its hands and feet, trying to mimic a dog’s pose. Thankfully, his predicament doesn’t last long, his arms visibly lengthening as his knees crunch and reverse themselves, legs growing smaller though still muscular. His size only grows through, even as his posture evens out, looking like a dog’s rather than a human. By the time his body looks fully canine, he’s a bit taller than a horse and muscled like a bulldog, heavy up front yet still strong and meaty in the hindlegs. Still clad in featureless gray, the thing turns his head to you, what looks like a mouth trying to speak through its cover.
After a few moments of trying, the thing’s head rips open, pushing through the covering is a shiny ebon wolf’s head with snarling golden eyes topped with blood red fur looking almost like hair. You can see a pair of growths on either side of the main head, as if still forming. Baleful eyes looking at your party he gives a malicious chuckle, sounding like a dog forcing itself to sound human as if voiced by James Earl Jones.
“Be Honored Servants of the Dark Princess, These Are Mine Last Mortal Words. I Am A Cerberus Of My Mistress. Just As Thou Became Servants of Darkness, I Have Bound Ourselves to Our Monstrous Empress. Many More Shall Join Our Savage Chorus, and Many More Shall Join Your Dark Servitude.” His words coming out of one mouth at the start, but with another rip, two identical wolves mouths came into being on either side of the central head, each bearing those baleful eyes, though one is strangely brown and warm instead of golden and cold. But with each word, his voice grows more and more inhuman, less and less understandable. All three heads snap and roar, getting their rhythm as they continue. “When All In This Domain Have Joined The Games, Then Forevermore Shall We Hunt And Play, Locked In A Deadly Dance For All Eternity.” And with that his voice fades into nothing but animalistic howls and barks, all three sets of eyes now glowing that inhuman gold. And then with a howl that chills your bones, he…