Ravasha bowed. "I agree to your terms. Kill our brothers and keep the other thralls from our battle. I will cut open Father and drink his power."
Dragba roared until the rafters of his palace splintered and the roof broke open to let dull sunlight through. In his two upper hands he held the tusks of elephants sharpened into long swords. His second set of hands held the canine teeth of a demon he killed. They still held the demon's venom which would release madness into the bloodstream. The final set of hands had the ribs of the first man Dragba killed. "Come, Ravasha. Claim me, claim my power, and give my realm to my cowardly son. If you fail, I will flay Chivyaka over the next moon, and I will wear his skin as a cloak and use every bone in his body to equip my honor guard with weapons." This caused Chivyaka to cower in the shadows, and Ravasha never saw his brother again.
Dragba threw the canine daggers, and they soared through the air. Each caught a thrall, causing the demons to ooze and puss. Blood turned to sludge and consumed the corpses and ate at the wood floor of the palace.
Ravasha closed in, thrusting a spear of bronze. The tip pierced Dragba, drawing blood along the shaft. Dragba hissed. "Wretched child. You would sanctify my sanctum in my own blood. I will twist your body through torture until you are a woman, and you will be the womb of my next brood."
An impossible threat, but an insult all the same. The elephant tusks thrust through Ravasha's chest, and the demon wailed. The bellowing caused the roof of the palace to cave in, killing many. Then Ravasha took hold of the ivory and pulled himself toward Dragba until he could smell the rancid breath of the demon lord. Ravasha bit his father's face and consumed it, then spent the rest of the night indulging on victual conquest.
In the morning, he spoke to a friend of Chivyaka. "Tell Chivyaka this realm is his. It will be a realm of cowards and scavengers, only able to take prizes handed down by the lions. For this reason, I will always see him as a jackal. Now, those who want their freedom, follow me."
The army walked to a lone acacia in the middle of the colorless fields, and one by one they touched the great tree which was hundreds of feet tall. Once they left the Realm of Unintended Thoughts, they entered the savanna between the lush jungle of Sankive and the arid desert of G'desh. Ravasha stood among them and said, "Go as you please. Jaya is to the north. There you will be safety behind walls built by man. Those who crave more, I will become a demon lord and reward you handsomely. You have three moons to choose. If you should abandon me after that, you are a traitor. Traitors will be tied to a tree and slathered in honey."
Few chattel left. All who left returned when they found their lives shattered and long dead, most of their loved ones dead for so long that no one in the village remembered the names. Some found their village gone entirely—erased by the verdant jungle.
Ravasha wandered for centuries. His people created small communities throughout Sankive, though they remained close to the Jaya boarders. The kingdom of men called to Ravasha and made him jealous, as the riches were beyond imagination. Since Ravasha couldn't master the ability to open up his own realm, he thought he would take one on earth worthy of his ambitions.
When Ravasha finally put his will against the kingdom, the jeweled walls of Jaya crumbled against the twisted siege engines made of the flesh of demons. Men flowed through the cracks as vanguard troops, riding on mounts of unrecognizable horror. The men of Jaya were cut down like overgrowth, and the people of Ravasha reveled as crimson covered them. When the men of Ravasha slowed against strong warriors who could twist the elements, champions and generals took the lead, demons of unquestionable power. Terror struck the strongest warriors of Jaya, and they all fell. Ravasha bored of the battle as his children and followers sacked the villages behind the wall, and finally breached the city of Jaya itself.
Rumors were brought to Ravasha of their king, King Viba. He was a powerful man with control of all the elements, along with the harmony of how all things should be and the chaos of how all things could be. Desiring glory and excited by the chance to challenge such a contender, Ravasha struck out for the throne room so he could end the conquest.
When he reached the throne room, where he expected to see King Viba in all his power, there were only soldiers and court members. Ravasha boomed, "Where is your king?"
They fell to their knees and one said, "He is taking a bath with his wives and concubines."
Ravasha stormed out of the throne room and made his way to the springs. He expected to hear weeping and begging for the Ashtadash to save the kingdom. Instead, he heard laughter and play. There was splashing, and a man in a deep voice bellowed in joy. Rage burned through Ravasha's veins.
When the demon came around to yell at the king, he was met with the view of King Viba in a hot spring surrounded by a thousand women. They were naked and pleasing to the eye. Lust and envy both welled up in Ravasha's heart, and he took solace in knowing all these women would be his shortly.
King Viba boasted when he saw Ravasha. "I am an Attuned King. It is by my hand this spring is made. It is by my hand it is kept hot.
