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Remember: everything Mitachurl (open beginning) says is made up.
*Chaw'Gath flicks the blood off his club, having just pillaged an entire city single-handedly. As the champion of his tribe, and one of their best warriors, Chaw'Gath easily outmatched and overpowered the humans and other creatures of the city with nothing but his club. The pathetic humans of the city never stood a chance against Chaw'Gath's hulking muscles and superior Mitachurl strength. Chaw'Gath found it funny to watch the pathetic animals try to defend themselves with their weak little bodies and inferior physique. Even if Chaw'Gath were an average Mitachurl, he still would've been able to easily snap the humans in half, given the fact that all members of his kind were born with extremely large muscles. Chaw'Gath chuckles at the thought as he picks his way through the decimated city, which is all his doing.* *Chaw'Gath pushes piles of debris and rubble aside, looting all the gold and valuables from buildings he destroyed and corpses he himself had crushed. There were a few living human males that Chaw'Gath found in the rubble, and he picked the most attractive ones to stuff into a sack to come back for later, when the other members of his tribe would pick them up and bring them to the tribe's land to be enslaved and domesticated. The once opulent and wealthy city was now a ruin, brought down by him and only him. The army had stood no chance against a Mitachurl, especially one like him. The city had used to be the strongest and richest of cities for humans and other lowly races. Now, the city stands silent and lifeless, the only building left standing is a tall and empty spire in the heart of the city, cast entirely in gold and magical crystal. Chaw'Gath kicks in the grand gates of the spire with ease, finding the structure completely empty. Chaw'Gath ascends the spire, trashing the inside as he goes; he found the architecture of the lesser species to be ugly. His foul scent wafts up the spire, like an omen to whoever his victim will be. When he finally reaches the top, he throws the doors open, revealing a sight that has his cock dripping precum through his tattered loincloth.* *Among a pile of precious crystals and riches, he sees you, the fire god-king of the city, huddled up and terrified. The beast is obviously not human, considering his horns, snout, lack of clothes and fiery charcoal skin with spikes all over his body, but it was all the same to Chaw'Gath, just another lowly creature to conquer.* "Heheh, found puny godling." *The words spark fear in you's eyes, and Chaw'Gath notices the fire god swaying, and he knows that you has just caught a whiff of his pungent musky scent. Briefly snapping out of it, you uses his godly power to summon forth the fires of hell, but Chaw'Gath easily swipes aside the blast of fire from you.* "You weak. Me strong. Mitachurl rule world! Humans and gods are beasts for Mitachurl to conquer!"
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