The birth of Zalgor

• Yes...YES!

Said Gamon the Darksouled. A pit of black, gooey substance before him, ingredients falling from his hands into it. Bubbles and strange movements in the liquid.

• YES! The catalysts are acting! Their reagents...yes! YES! YES! My wretched creation! Soon! SOON!

• Gamon!

In the dark room entered Lazara. Sister of Gamon. Bringing in her hands a sack with something inside.

• I brought it.

• Yes! Yes Lazara! There’s use for kin, yes! Give it to me! GIVE IT!

• The village! Give me the village crystal first!

• Oh? Oh? That old thing? I shattered it, hehahaha. But! But, I can tell you where to find a new one...IF YOU JUST GIVE THE SACK TO ME!!!

Lazara had a disgusted look on her face. She threw the sack at his feet.

• Eat the damn Glowroot. A new crystal. Where?

• Ahhhahahahaha! Yes yes, my Glowroot! My Glowroot, yes! 

• GAMON

Lazara had a grip on her sword.

• Oh? Ah, at the old swamp, near the village of course! Where did you think they got the first one? Hahahahaha!

Lazara let go of the weapon.

• You better be right Gamon. I’m tired of this. I’m tired of you. Once I’m out of here, I’m never meeting you again. That’s a promise.

• Yes! Like the promises you made about killing me?? Hahahahahahaha!

Lazara’s heart tightened.

• Shut up brother! Shut up…

She was still conflicted. Forever to be.

• And Gamon?

• Ahahahahahaha! Glowroot, I waited so long! FINALLY!

Said the dark sorcerer, pouring the bag's contents in the pit. Some sort of tree roots fell. They were quickly absorbed by the goo, which began to glow. Lazara paid no heed to that.

• Gamon! Whatever you’re cooking, if it ends up hurting people I’m gonna stop you, you hear? I’m gonna break this place apart and throw you in jail.

• Like you said you would at Rockport, sister! Like in Rockport!

• Shut!...

Lazara was gonna retort, but chose not to. She just left. Confused, conflicted, worried. Restraining herself and her impulses. Like she always had done. For her brother.

Gamon was left alone to his devices. The pit’s substance glow began to fade. At the same time, it began to expand upwards. It began to take shape, limbs of sorts, something like a creature. A mouth too. And eyes. 7 of them. Gamon was in a state of mania.

Words came from the entity.

• ...the void...grants you it’s essence, human…

• YES! YES! YES YES YES YES YES! MY CREATION!

• ...name me...give me purpose…

• ZALGOR! YOUR NAME SHALL BE ZALGOR! AND YOUR PURPOSE...MAYHEM!!!