Mmm yes definitely a good idea to post this on the day before its due. Anyways: First DTAE! :) Story (Sorry it's kinda long): Alastair followed the faint glow emitting from his master's lantern. They were entering the sacred tomb of the long-dead pharaoh Zanakht, the very tomb that was said to be cursed. Alastair's ears twitched, listening for sounds of danger. He had an uneasy feeling about this. They were headed down a long, dark, dusty hallway right into the heart of the pyramid. Spiders kept crawling all over the potion bottle Alastair was carrying for his master, making him want to sneeze. But he couldn't, for sneezing would mean dropping the bottle that his master had spent weeks making. Inside was the heart of a black-venom viper. Alastair wasn't entirely sure what his master wanted to do with the potion, but he knew it had something to do with the current state of his master. Lately Alastair's master had been distant and all consumed with his work. Alastair supposed it had to do with his master being shunned from the village people. You see, Alastair's master used to be a doctor at the village, but when the villagers found out that he had been making their healing potions with black magic, they were outraged and exiled him from the village. Suddenly Alastair couldn't see his master anymore. His eyes widened with panic as he tried to follow his master's scent. His walk sped into a run but something came crashing into his side. He yowled as his body flew over a tomb and in that vital second Alastair let go of the potion bottle. CRASH! The potion bottle smashed to pieces on the floor. No! He thought, but it was already too late, with a hiss smoke began billowing from the potion bottle, and a snake slithered out of the bottle. It reared up and Alastair saw that its fangs were the black of a black-venom viper. Then the snake plunged its fangs into his neck and everything went dark. All was muddled and blurry, no rhyme or reason to live, except one. Rage. That was all he could think about. It consumed him as he lurched and swayed, feeling his skin burn as he died. Alastair could feel himself dying. He knew it was happening, yet he wasn't afraid. His master had done this to him, he was sure of it. His poison potion had k!lled Alastair, only it hadn't, he would rise up from the dead clad in the wrappings of a pharaoh, and wreak the same despair that his master had wreaked in him. The snake's venom k!lled Alastair, but then necromized him back to life, turning him insane in the process. Believing his master had been the one that k!lled him, he found and k!lled his master in revenge. After that Alastair went back to the village, taking up his old master's role as village doctor. Alastair took his snake with him along with him, and he would come to carry his snake wherever he went, but the snake was fueled by potion, so Alastair had to carry at least one vial of potion at all times. At the village Alastair took up the name Doc and started brewing potions for the townspeople. However, what they did not know was: Doc was following in his old master's footsteps, trading with dark spirits for all matter of twisted concoctions. Yes, it is a villan origin story. So……Hope you enjoyed! Happy Halloween >:3
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