The orb bathed him in a warm glow, something that his nocturnal eyesight hasn't seen in possible eons. As his disfigured body wrapped itself around it he could hear it in his mind, calling out to him.

When he put his taloned paws on the surface, expecting it to burn him, he could hear somebody`s voice that his mind hasn't heard in a long time…. What was his name again? It's been so long….

That`s right: The Ancient One!

He could hear the Ancient One`s voice! Slithering away from the glow in shock, how is that possible? He died years ago… right?

Having a thirst for knowledge, understanding, he moved closer entwining his tentacles around it then placed his hands on it again.

Suddenly he could hear him again but he sounded different, older this time. And as he concentrated through his demon filled mind he could remember the exact words he was hearing.

Needing to know more he opened his mind to the orb, reminding him of when he could use magic for he had to open his mind to use. His vision changed and before him he saw his accident that lost his hands.

He saw when he first learned to use the mystic arts and seeing the world around him different afterwards. Opening his mind to the impossible, the improbable.

Before him the vision reminded him of when he first got the Orb of Agamotto and his cloak of Levitation from the Ancient One.

And of standing against Dormammu for the first time…. He still remember that day clearly. When he stood up against his greatness his price to pay for protecting the Earth was to submit his soul, his body, to him and in turn turning him into this monstrosity.

As the visions kept changing his mind overwhelmed with memories of his past life, his other life that he will never get back.

Distantly he could feel water coming from his eyes…...

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