Kro'kosh, the shield of Tik.
First of his scum spawn to slither from silt. With carapace violet speckled amongst black, a sure sign he was chosen by the gods. Larger of bulk but with feral intelligence Kro'kosh was certain to lead his race into its golden age.
As he matured Kro'kosh only continued to grow in size, arms swelling with thick cable like muscle cords. Twin pincers hardening, strong enough to snap spine and skull. His mind grew, drinking in every morsel of knowledge, every scrap of power. His violet speckled carapace becoming a star pattern across his back.
Leading his fellow spawn kin to battle Kro'kosh shattered the surrounding tribes. He crucified war leaders, flayed holy priests and butchered chieftains. He took entire villages as slave fodder. A righteous fervor burnt within his eyes, a just belief and dangerous belief in his races supremacy below the waves.
Yet away from the battlefield was were the demon truly rose to the depths. Kro'kosh had developed a desire to understand how the other undersea races ticked. In a gruesome workshop he peeled back skin, tore away muscle and broke away bone. Every experiment to understand the enemy, no knowledge to deep or dark.
At the height of his power, at the strongest of his might, at the golden age of his people Kro'kosh was struck down. An outsider to the waves was expanding his domain long over the reefs. His deep empire growing and consuming all within its reach. Kro'kosh now king amongst his people prepared for battle.
His people turned to cowardice in the face of such overwhelming might. In a shamed rage Kro'kosh challenged the being from above. The two faced each other and dueled, Kro'kosh's pincers clacked at naught but the sea. His whips grasped futility and his beak snapped on an empty promise. For hours he battled against the growing feeling of defeat. Utterly spent he glared defiance at the usurper of the sea.
The God being held out both a hand and a promise.
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