##WARNING - This story contains violent cub rape, vore, and death###

Karnarath’s Gym Class

	His name is Karnarath. However, even if one were to actually meet him among the living, and even if he told that same one his name, it still would not ring a bell. This is because when Karnarath leaves this world and returns to his world; the plane of existence he himself created, a place an ascending soul of a recently departed being would appear after being caught in the soul net, the evil komodo dragon takes with him his very existence in this world. His face would even disappear from photos, as well as the minds of those that remember the atrocity linked to his every appearance.
	Though his deeds are remembered, his words recalled by those he speaks to, results of his lust haunting the few survivors, the only ones who remember his name and face are those that are no longer among the living. Those that were caught in the soul net we can assume are categorized one of three ways; those being tortured and raped by him as well as his servants and beasts of war, those that have given up their consciousness and serve him unwittingly, and those who refused and have been devoured by him. Those in the third category serve to extend his lifespan, and make him increasingly powerful.
	It should be mentioned that in the plane which this evil lizard dwells, he has no need to coax the consent of his victims before taking their consciousness, and integrating them into his growing army of the dead. He simply tortures his victims for no other reason than his own sadistic pleasure. As you can imagine, although he doesn’t appear among the living frequently, it never leaves all those involved unharmed, as was indeed the case when he most recently appeared in an elementary school looking for a new physical education instructor.

“Welcome back, Karnarath.”

	The principal politely shook Karnarath’s hand and motioned for the very muscular reptile to take a seat, shuffling through his papers.

“Well we have the results of your urine test. I must say, I never would have guessed a body like yours would even be possible without… you know… something.”

	Karnarath chuckled and flexed his chest a few times, putting his physique, obtained easily and comfortably in his world through subtle environmental manipulation over the course of hundreds of years, on display.

“So is that helping me towards getting the job or what?”

“Heh, well it’s not hurting your chances that you know how the body works. Well there’s that, and… it’s strange, but none of the other candidates seem to be returning my calls.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not disappointed that you’re the one here now.”

“Nah, don’t worry about that. So when do I start?”
“Well, of course today is the first day of school, but if you’re not quite ready yet, we do have an alternative in mind for the first week, so really any time within the week.”

“I’ll start today, then.”

“Excellent. Follow the hallway all the way to the end and turn right, and the Gym’s through the double doors on the left. The first-graders will be there in about two hours.”

       Karnarath grinned as he left the office. All classes were in session, and the halls were empty, save for two or three that were running late. Scanning the few in the halls, his eyes fix on a fifth-grade mouse boy with shiny white fur. This one apparently wasn’t in much of a hurry to get to class. After all, the window of “on time” had already passed and there was no reason to hurry.
       
“Hey kid, got a minute?”

	The mouse turned his head and calmly turns to the new employee, nodding quietly. Karnarath removed a stack of post-its from his pocket, and a pen from his other.

“I’m Karnarath, the new gym instructor. I was wondering if I could pull you from class to help me get things ready.”

“Ok, I’ll help.”

“Great… here…” He scribbled a quick note on the paper and placed it into the waiting mouse’s paw. “Take this to your teacher and meet me there.”

	The mouse nodded quickly and moved at a quicker pace to his classroom, seemingly relieved to be pulled out of whatever class he was going to. With a quick lick of his lips, the reptile continued his walk down the halls to the gym with no intention of making this a typical day for anyone. He eventually walked into the gym, noticing an office just for him in the corner. With a grin, he made his way to the supply closet. It wasn’t long before the mouse returned.

“I’m here, sir. Whatcha need?”

“Let’s see, first I need you to pull out the bleachers, then… let’s see, the first grade class has about forty students, so get me twenty dodge balls from the supply room and line em up on the center stripe.”

“Yes, sir.”

	With that, the mouse set off on his first task as Karnarath stepped outside, and later returned with a few metal objects and tools. The mouse had a little trouble with the bleachers, being so small, but he managed to get them all set up, and then after a quick rest, walked into the supply closet as Karnarath was preparing something in his office. Soon, the balls were all in place as Karnarath emerged from his office, moving to the double-doors, and strangely enough, locked them before turning to smirk at the dodge ball setup.

“Ah, dodge ball; every weak child’s nightmare.”

	With that, he patted the mouse on the head and guided him towards the bleachers.

“Here, have a seat. Rest a bit. What’s your name?”

Eagerly the mouse complies. “Alex.”

“Thanks for the help, little guy. The more time we have before my first class, the better.”

	With this, Karnarath removed his shirt, extending a quick, strong arm around his little helper, who is just happy to be out doing nothing during his least favorite class, not once being given the impression that being late today would be his last mistake. With a bulge growing in the lizard’s pants, he reaches down to the kid’s waist.

“Come now, take your shirt off and cool down.”

	As Karnarath began lifting the shirt, this stimulated a response from the little mouse, starting to raise his paws to grab the bottom of his shirt modestly, though stopping short, not wanting to offend the instructor as his shirt is slowly removed to reveal the boy’s soft young body.

“Better?”

“Um… yeah, sure.”

	Karnarath grinned slightly, seeing that this one was going to be fun, holding back a few impulsive noises as the boy’s soft fur rubbed against his scaly hide. Then it was time to confirm a few fears for the little mouse. Taking the little wrist in his grip, he placed the boy’s paw firmly on his bulge.

“What d’ya think of this, little guy?”

	Alex’s eyes widened, and he shot up from the seat, running as far as the length of his arm would allow before turning around to look his captor in those lustful eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey, sit back down.”

	Karnarath pulled the boy towards him, forcing him to sit on the bleachers and pulling his quivering body against his own once more. There is a constant pull against the lizard’s arm, though not frantic just yet, hoping, maybe, that his reaction might just be enough to halt the sexual advance. Karnarath chuckled as he started to rub a very tense chest and tummy, although still pleasurably soft.

“What’s wrong, Alex? You don’t want to go back to a boring classroom now, do you.”

“Um… th…”

“Yes?”

“That… that was… wrong…”

	Chuckling, Karnarath removed his talons from the boy’s chest, though only to start unfastening the pants covering the little mouse’s untapped resources.

“N.. No!”

	Alex shot up again, this time only to be pulled into Karnarath’s lap as the evil lizard chuckled and continued to remove those pants. Alex squirmed frantically, attempting to call for help, only to be silenced by the scaly talons against his muzzle, clawing against them, but not getting a single reaction as he was stripped of his remaining clothing. Karnarath growled with pleasure as he stood up, running the boy’s fur against his body, then his bulge onto the mouse’s back, still keeping a tight grip on the muzzle, pressing the back of his head against the hard abdomen.
	Hearing a belt buckle come loose behind him, Alex screamed into the grip of his captor, his little heart beating hard as he struggled, soon feeling a large phallic object against his back, pulsing with anticipation as the coach’s pants fell to the floor. As the mouse began throwing elbows to the larger male behind him, the only response was a chuckle each time, increasing his fear as he threw harder and faster before being pulled around to face the bleachers, and pushed over them as Karnarath lowered himself to his knees behind the boy, his grip never leaving the boy’s muzzle as getting caught now would cut his vacation short.
	With a quick jerk, Alex’s tail was lifted out of the way as Karnarath forced himself between the boy’s legs and capturing the boy’s flailing arms in a single hand, shoving them down against his prey’s upper back. Resting his knees on the cub’s calves, he works his tip against his captive’s  thus far unused hole, swaying his hips to compensate for the mouse’s squirming. With each poke of the tip against his sphincter, the young mouse tightens his hole as hard as he can, squealing helplessly into the scaly talons on his muzzle.
	Once the tip came to a comfortable rest against the target, Karnarath shoved the dry flesh into the little mouse with a grunt and a strain. Alex let out a muffled shriek as he felt the horrifically painful invasion, eyes wide and wet with tears, feeling that dry shaft forcing its way deeper and deeper, ever so slowly and painfully, tearing at his insides as it slides against them, intensified by the impulsive clenching he could not help but do, and was too young to know not to.
	Halfway inside, Karnarath pulls slightly out before slamming his hips forward, causing his victim to flail about in pain. He leaned over, pressing his front side down on the boy to keep him still as he continued to slam his hips forward again and again until he could shove his cock in to the hilt, groaning and chuckling as warm blood seeped down the boy’s white fur, staining it as it rolled down the lizard’s balls, dripping onto the floor. 
	Just as the screams started to subside, Karnarath pulled his hips back and gave a violent thrust, slamming Alex’s legs and hips into the bench. The helpless, squirming mouse renewed his screams as Karnarath slammed his hips hard into those soft, furry cheeks, raping the little mouse with a sadistic groan. While the pleasure of raping a tight tailhole in his own world coaxed an orgasm just as great as doing the same in the mortal world, the fact remained that his mortal body had not experienced an orgasm in five years, therefore his pleasure built quickly, and when he came, it was with such intensity that, after gasping for air, he nearly felt the urge to let out a scream, himself as his thick shaft throbbed against the boy’s nice, tight sphincter, and several hard blasts of cum filled the mouse’s bowels.
	Karnarath shuddered as his pleasure subsided, listening to his prey sob hard from the abuse as he slowly slid his shaft from inside the tapped hole, blood and cum splashing onto the floor as his abused hole was emptied. Karnarath chuckled and pulled the boy upright against him, placing his reptilian lips to the mouse’s ear.

“What a mess. Do as I say, and if you scream, I’ll fuck you again, understand?”

	With a sob, Alex closed his eyes and nodded. The large grip on his muzzle was finally removed, and his face was then shoved towards the floor above the cum and blood that had collected below them.

“I have a class in a little over an hour. Lick that up.” Alex stared down at the goo in disbelief for a moment. “Do it or I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a week.”

	With a hard gulp, Alex slowly extended his tongue, gagging as he started to clean the mess up, having to force himself to keep it all down as he swallowed it bit by bit, his whole body shaking with pain and humiliation, but he was alone in the gym with this monster, and therefore could do nothing but comply until he was released. With a final gulp and sigh of relief, the last of the mess was cleaned up, and he was hoisted onto the bench, into the large komodo’s lap.

“Good boy. You’ve been a big help to me. I would certainly like to have your help again when I leave.”

	Alex whimpered at that, his mind rushing to find a way out of that supposed obligation, though not quite grasping the continuity of this particular obligation. Before he could think clearly, Karnarath grabbed his arms, pinning them to his sides as he licked his lips.

“You have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve had a good meal.”

	Alex blinked in disbelief, catching the meaning behind that statement immediately, but doubting for a moment what the big lizard actually meant to do, that is until his maw opened, saliva dripping from his teeth as he held the boy tightly. Alex’s eyes widened and he let out a terrified shriek that was soon muffled as those jaws encased his head.

“No! Don’t eat me! Please, no!!”

	With a huge gulp, the mouse’s face passed into the gullet, and began sliding slowly into the esophagus. Claws on his hind paws scraped against the scales of Karnarath’s abdomen as he was lifted off the bench, flailing in a panic as he felt more of his small body passing through the gullet, screaming into the fleshy walls of the flexing, swallowing tube, his arms pinned in place as they are pushed tight against his back by the constricting walls. A questing reptilian tongue slid against his tummy and crotch as they eventually entered the filled maw, unable to fight the one-way passage, unable to save himself as his movements became more and more restricted, soon finding himself slipping into his new fleshy prison inside Karnarath’s stomach, tightly packed inside, unable to move but just a tiny bit, screaming out from within.
	Karnarath eagerly swallows the footpaws of his prey, murring as the large, still screaming meal filled his belly, which barely gave way to a bulge, and would give even less once the boy started to digest. Completely satisfied, Karnarath took his time putting back on his clothing and unlocking the gym door, laying back on the bench for a quick nap, lulled to sleep by the pleasant screams of the young, frightened mouse boy within, who would soon find himself trapped in the soul net. All that remained was for the pleasured and well-fed komodo dragon to wait for the unsuspecting cubs that would first attend his class.
	Even as the mouse continued to struggle and scream from within, Karnarath slept off his meal rather peacefully, as the mouse eventually passed out, and found himself trapped in an empty, dark room in Karnarath’s world while his lifeless body began to digest. Karnarath was awakened later by the sound of the door opening, and several tiny, innocent voices entering the gym, all in a single-file line. Luckily for most of them, Karnarath wouldn’t have his eyes set on the entire class as he sometimes does, but just two or three single targets to be abused and sent into the soul net.
	Karnarath sat up, leaning back on the bench behind him and stretching as the entire class entered the gym, little eyes watching him and shifting to the twenty dodge balls lined up in the center.

“Good morning, little ones. I’m Karnarath, your P.E. instructor. I’ll have everyone line up against the wall, there.”

	The cubs complied with the standard request without question as Karnarath began to count them as he made his way to the door, locking it as he finished counting.

“Ah, looks like we have just one too many… Listen up! I’m going to come down the row and give you all a number. Ones stay where you are, twos head to the other side of the gym for a dodge ball tournament. Here we go. One… two… one…”

	As he goes down the row, patting each cub on the head as he assigns them their number, he stops short at a cute, light tan and white, lop-eared bunny girl wearing all pink with a tempting mini-skirt.

“Alright, actually, you go sit in the stands for now. That’ll give us even teams and you can play when the tournament’s over, alright?”

	The rabbit nodded and pranced over to the bleachers, taking her seat, unwitting of the lustful eyes watching her all the way as her skirt bounced up to reveal those obstructive undergarments. He chuckled and continued while a squirrel down the line nervously tried to get Karnarath’s attention?

“One… two… one… two…”

“Um… ex… excuse me…”

“…one… t-“

“Excuse me, sir?”

“Yes, little rodent?”

“C… can I sit in the stands, too?”

“Why the hell would you want to do that? I got a nice prize in mind for the winner.”

“I don’t… like dodge ball.”

“Everyone likes dodge ball, rodent.”

“Not me… it hurts when the ball…”

	After a brief pause, a quick foot flew up, catching the squirrel boy square between the legs. The squirrel gasped hard and fell to the floor, clenching his balls as he sobbed and gasped for breath. Some of the other students fell out laughing while others were mortified by the sudden attack.

“Not as bad as that does, right? Though if you disagree, you can have more.” Karnarath cocked his foot back.

“NO!” The squirrel shielded himself fearfully.

Karnarath leaned down with a grin, gripping the squirrel’s headfur and pulling his head back to look into those tear-filled eyes. “Two.”

	With that, Karnarath continued his count, other students with contempt for dodge ball wise enough to keep quiet about it as they separate into two teams of 20 each. Karnarath made his way to the stands, sitting next to the cute bunny, folding an arm around her and clenching her against his side.

“Now we’re about to separate the alphas from the omegas. You’ll help me congratulate the winner, little bunny.”

	Karnarath explained the rules and watched the two teams go at it, picking off the weak links first, laughing every time one of them fell over sobbing.

“It’s always nice to be able to legally cause pain and terror in weak, young children like this.”

	The bunny grunted in disgust at that statement, but all the same, she enjoyed watching the game, and enjoyed even more not being a part of it. As the game came to an end with the final member of the losing team taking five high-speed balls at once, Karnarath lined up all 20 members of the winning team and separated them into teams of 10, sending the remaining cubs to the benches, continuing this pattern until there were teams of 5, then picking the best four of that game, making teams of 2, and then ending with a one-on-one matchup where a tall, naturally athletic fox came out as the overall winner.

“Awesome job, fox boy. You and the bunny meet me after the bell for your prize. Alright, the rest of class is open for whatever you little snacks feel like doing.”

	Happy to split up into their own circles and play whatever, the cubs wandered off, playing, gossiping, and having fun as Karnarath stepped out, making his way to the first grade classroom to inform the teacher of the two cubs staying after the bell, promising not to keep them too long. Upon returning, the bell was about to ring. Karnarath lined the youngsters up at the door, keeping his two chosen victims aside as the rest of the class continued outside, the lizard locking the door behind the last one as he turned to his two unwitting captives.

“What’s your name, fox boy?”

“Greg, sir.”

“Well, Greg, let’s step into my office and give you your prize.”

	Karnarath and the two cubs eagerly stepped through the door, the lizard stealthily locking it behind them. He grinned as they stood there, anxiously awaiting the big surprise.

“Alright, bunny girl, you ready to give him his prize?”

“Ok, but what’s the prize?”

“The prize is you, my dear.”

“Me? I don’t under-“

	Before she could finish, a questing talon slips under the skirt and into the little girl’s undies, causing her to let out a squeal as she tried to jump away, her arm caught by the other talons as the lizard slips those panties from her waist. As she tries to reach for them, Karnarath pushes her onto the desk, allowing her to instinctively throw her arms back to catch herself to pull her panties off, dropping them to the floor. Greg blinks and just stands there, his eyes fixed on what’s underneath that skirt. This being his first time seeing a female’s privates, a tiny bulge starts to form in his own pants.

“Hey, Greg…” Karnarath rips off the little girl’s shirt and holds her paws firmly above her head. “Come around the back here and put those shackles on the bunny’s wrists. This is going to be the best day of your life, boy.”

	Curiously, Greg moved around the back as he is told, and sure enough, a set of four shackles, two on the inside and two on the outside, with a chain just long enough to reach the bunny’s wrists had been hooked to the floor. He leans down and picks them up, looking them over carefully.

“Just put the inside ones on her wrists and click them shut.”

The bunny squirmed helplessly, fearful tears flowing from her eyes. “Stop it! Let me go!”

	Karnarath ignored the bunnies cries as he watched Greg slip those shackles onto the bunny’s wrists, clicking them tightly. Karnarath grinned as he released the wrists to remove the last bits of clothing left on the scared rabbit. He then pushed the girl’s legs up and back, fixing the outer two shackles onto her ankles, leaving her completely vulnerable as she cried and squirmed, begging to be released.

“Alright, Greg, now take off your clothes and let’s take this bunny’s virginity.”

	Greg was a little hesitant at first. The urge to touch the naked, captive female kept his interest, but neither of the cubs knew just what Karnarath was talking about.

“Like I told you, Greg: This will be the best day of your life. Trust me, you’ll love this.”

	Curiosity building in the young fox, he finally complied, stripping himself willingly in front of a pair of pleased eyes, and a pair of terrified ones.

“Just as I thought. Your sheath’s full, fox. Move it up and down a bit to get your cock nice and hard.”

	Greg nodded and gripped his young sheath, motioning it as described, not taking long as he watches the bunny squirm helplessly in front of him, his reddened tip coaxed from his sheath.

“Good boy, now come push that shaft right into here.”

	Karnarath points to the target orifice, causing it to clench in reflex to the rough touch. Putting his member in that hole was something his instincts compelled him to do. The bunny gasps as she feels Greg’s tip suddenly against her tiny slit and force its way in. Gasping several times, she jerks the chains, pulling as hard as she can, which of course wasn’t nearly hard enough to fight Karnarath’s grip as well as the strength of the chains.

“Ah! Stop it! No, get it out! Stop!”

Karnarath chuckled. “Ignore the bitch. She can’t stop you. Pump it back and forth inside, all the way in and back a bit, see?”

As the bunny gasped and pleaded for Greg to stop, Greg’s body overrode her frantic pleas. “Oh! Oh wow, it’s really tight, but it feels so… so…”

“Good boy, keep pumping it like that, as fast or slow as you want. Don’t let your bitch tell you when to stop. You’ll know when you’re done with her.”

	Greg eagerly continued as the bunny arched her back and sobbed, trying desperately to get out of those shackles so she could protect herself as the fox rapidly learned how to rape under the coaching of the reptile who was slowly rubbing his own bulge as he held her position with the other talons. Greg panted heavily as his little knot began to swell, causing the bunny’s cries and screams to increase in intensity. As much as she begged the other cub to stop, he felt compelled to continue despite her begging, whimpering slightly as his pleasure built, further preventing him from listening to any of her frantic demands.

“It keeps feeling better! (pant, pant) This is…”

	He stops short with a gasp, yelping and shoving his hips forward, causing the deflowered bunny to let out a shriek, his little member throbbing hard inside the bunny. He pants heavily, looking up at his instructor. Karnarath grinned as he witnessed the fox’s first orgasm, obviously giving too much pleasure for words. Karnarath takes the boy’s hips and slowly pulls them back, causing him to gasp as his knot slips free and his throbbing, dangling privates hang out, bigger than he’s ever seen them before.

“I take it you found the winning prize to your liking?”

“(pant, pant) Oh! Yes, sir! Wow!”

“Good boy.” Karnarath pats him on the head. “What would you say to ditching this school forever, and doing this again and again until you get bored, or maybe you’d never want to stop doing it?”

“Well… I’d like to but…”

“Forget parents and teachers. You won’t have to listen to them anymore. You can do whatever the fuck you want, and rape as many females as you want.”

“You really think they’ll let me do that?”

“Son, even if they wouldn’t, where we’re going, they can’t tell you ‘No’ any more.”

“Ok, I wanna go? Where are we going?”

Karnarath chuckled and placed his talons on the boy’s face and the back of his head. “Pretty far, but we’ll be there before you know it.”

	With that, he turned the fox’s head hard to the side, emitting a sickening crack, followed by a thud as the young fox fell limp to the floor, lifeless and twitching. The horrified rabbit screamed out as she witnessed this shocking act before the large lizard turned to her, grinning widely as he started undressing himself.

“You’ll be coming too, my dear, but your fate won’t be as pleasant.”

	For a moment, the rabbit was silent as she watched, terrified, but when Karnarath’s thickness was revealed to her, her adrenaline was renewed. She pulled and yanked on the chains, shrieking the word “NO!” as her captor approached her, taking hold of her hips and hiding her tiny slit with his pulsing tip as it pressed against her. This being only the second cock she had seen, she was shocked to see that they could get any bigger than the first, realizing just how painful it might be if he can get it inside her.
	Karnarath wasted no time in straining forward. The bunny shrieked out as her labia was forced open, and stretched well beyond comfort, and then well beyond anything less than excruciating pain as the tip forced its way in. Karnarath still strained as he forced more of his shaft inside her, dry and thick, ripping the fleshy hole as it sunk deeper. Through her screams and frantic flailing, Karnarath didn’t stop straining forward until his lower abdomen was pressed firmly against her fur, murring with pleasure as he forced his shaft to move again, fighting the tightly clenching vaginal walls to pick up the pace, causing massive amounts of pain for the helpless bunny girl.
	The flailing bunny didn’t even know that this much pain was possible, and she could do nothing but hope the chains broke, and she could somehow slip away, but a 6-year-old rabbit was much less than likely to accomplish that, or perhaps her captor would see how much pain she was in and show mercy. Indeed, Karnarath knew how much damage he was inflicting, and even more so than she probably knew, but any hope of mercy was lost as the screams, clenching, and flailing only served to further stimulate him as he began slamming his hips forward in an unreserved act of pure lust, as the evil being is driven by no other emotion.
	Blood gushed forth every time Karnarath’s hips withdrew, reducing the friction for the next unmerciful thrust, threatening the bunny’s very life for the sake of a simple orgasm. Her insides shredded and torn, the bunny’s eyes remained wide and wet, and her skin slowly turned pale, her heart pounding inside her soft chest, rapidly losing her strength while she shrieked and sobbed. Her fate was sealed unless she could be rushed to a hospital, but in a locked room underneath a being as heartless as Karnarath, she’d surely be joining Alex and Greg soon.
	With a grunt, and one more thrust, Karnarath claimed the rewards for his heinous crime, his thickness throbbing against the blood-soaked walls of the bunny’s cunt as she sobbed and shivered. Karnarath then rested his large body on top of the helpless girl, restricting her breathing as he rested, just listening to her gasp for what little air she could get, still conscious and afraid of what might happen to her next. He groaned with pleasure as he slowly withdrew his shaft, letting it slip free and dangle above the floor, collected blood pouring from his tip as well as from the little bunny’s insides.
	Karnarath chuckled as he lifted himself off the desk, giving his victim a sliver of relief, looking down at the blood pooling on the floor. He grinned at the dieing bunny as he scooped some blood off his pulsing shaft with his fingers, allowing himself a taste of mortal blood.

“As I break your spirit in my realm, you’ll even prefer to relive this day again. From this day, you, Alex, and Greg are all mine for eternity.”

	Karnarath stared silently for a moment, watching the bunny as she slowly slipped out of reality, taking in this mortal moment. The death of his victims is one thing he cannot experience in his world, so he watched her as her movements slow, and eventually stop, leaving her motionless on the desk, pale and lifeless as her soul ascended to the cruel trap that awaited her. Death was far from the end for the cub. Once satisfied, Karnarath sat in the floor, scooping up another finger of blood and tasting it as he closed his eyes and began to chant, his existence once again being erased, except for the brutality it left behind.
	Karnarath’s appearances in this world never end pleasantly for anyone but him, but the low frequency and length of his visits make him almost impossible to find. Rarely does anyone catch on to his few patterns, but even if someone were to figure out who he is, he would simply wait out their lives, as he can extend his own indefinitely as he continues to trap souls and feed his desire for causing pain and terror. As it is, his existence is rarely thought of as more than a myth, and the cults he has inspired thought of as the irrational worship of a fictional being, though still watched closely, as often their rituals mimic Karnarath’s own indulgences in this world.
	As for Greg, he was granted the ability to change his shape as well as that of his victims just as Karnarath does, and became one of the very few servants that was allowed to keep his consciousness. His young mind was influenced as Karnarath desired, and decades later became one of the lizard’s generals. Though holding a position of power in this soul-trapping realm, even he still does not know the true purpose of the dead army. Still, the more recruits such as Greg that work alongside Karnarath, the more trapped souls will be attended to and the more rapidly his power will grow, and larger his army will become.
