As the sword sank in the boiling river, a pulse was felt throughout the river. Zebus still trying to cage the power he accidently let loose there was a feeling of malice growing inside the sword , a sense of madness and complete desire for chaos and pain. The tendrils of shadow began to whirl around the sword causing a typhoon in the water. Zebus then felt a strange presence growing stronger and stronger within the sword as the shadows spun around and around causing this shadow typhoon to rise. It rose till it was high in the air the boiling river water Pruinus and Azgo swept aside, gazing at this new phenomenon.
The sword rose to the center of the typhoon floating in the air, then suddenly Zebus was blasted into his original form the sword following him, the black blade implanting into the ground. The out of control shadows strangling him, then he lost sight as blackness and darkness consumed him(temporarily). The shadows swirling faster and faster then separating in the middle seeing an identical sword, however the blade was white in color instead of black. Out of the sword, a form was beginning to appear, as if it was climbing out of some deep depth. But before they could see what was coming the typhoon exploded in shadow falling over them and covering them all in darkness, trapping them temporarily in their own minds, producing their worst fears, and all around them echoing, a maniacal laughter could be heard growing louder and louder.....As this happened an echo happened across the world of something unnatural... something evil had just been spawned....
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Azgo's seeing head turned over his shoulder at Altruis. Open wounds across his neck revealed straining ligaments woven haphazardly with bony fragments.
"Their world will suffer, yes. All those who follow the Firstborn and their allies will know of agony and grief. They will become familiar with the smoke of burning flesh and graves the size of children. They will learn of betrayal, a betrayal that will cost them ...""Everything."
His last few words were filled with sputtering bile and wrath."And you will suffer, as you have tried to destroy me!"He may have been weakened, but this fledgeling god would not be allowed to remain here any longer. Azgo turned, and clenched his rigorously scarred gauntlet. Malice filled his eyes once more.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------At least half of the stony city Avarom's population were in pieces and piles of limbs. The market stalls had been toppled. Every citizen who had hidden beneath his fruits and silks and spices lay deathly quiet as the screeching and footfalls of the craterspawn grew eerily louder. Even more haunting to them however, was the crying of those unfortunate enough to bleed to death.Those few remaining were held up in the local temple of Artun. The myriad mirrors on the walls had been shattered. Thousands of glass shards littered the floor and dimly reflected the calm glow of blood and torchlight. A few craterspawn had broken through earlier and if Thereus had not instructed the townsmen in steel, there would be no ashen piles of former angel on the floor. The people there prayed to Artun desperately between sobs and terrified ramblings. And a few... prayed to anyone who whould listen.
"Hold a moment." Altruis holds up his hand. "Don't act in haste for you might regret the outcome. I propose we make a deal. I relish the pain of others and as you seek to cause pain to those outside of this wonderful place.." He licks is lips hungrily with a chuckle, "I'll aid you in your venture to destroy them by sending out my own pets as well. And in return you let me have their souls." Azgo sees a gleam of delight in Altruis's eyes. "What do you say?" He twirls his sword round and round, and if you listen carefully you can hear the souls of the primal spirits it has absorbed screaming in the wind.. as quiet as a whisper as he spins the blade.
Altruis thinks of his birth and the beautiful pain around him as he was birthed. Then he remembered sucking in all those delicious souls and forming his beautiful pets the Soul Fiends. Recalling the pained look on that cold woman's face as he ate their souls, watching her wings break and fall. So much pain... He licks his lips.
He must meet her again, her soul... looked so delicious. He sends out his Soul Fiends and they communicate the same way they use to before being corrupted and she hears their voices deep with malice and suffering.
They say... "Hello mother..... Our father wants to meet you... he wishes to speak with the one who original created us...." Leaving even a cold chill for her down her neck.