Post by sirigoth on Apr 26, 2009 21:58:35 GMT -8
Sirigoth stood high upon a mountain that stood high before the entrance to the realm of Ira.
Far below him swarmed his masses of demons and monsters.
Monsters of all shapes and sizes stood waiting at the portal.
Sirigoth felt a dark slippery presence materialize behind him.
"I have warned you about that," he said, his voice flat and emotionless.
Wrapped in his heavy black cloak he looked out over his still growing forces.
"I beg your forgiveness master," said the Warlock, his voice slick and smooth.
Sirigoth grunted, "I shall overlook your impudence for now whelp, what have you to report?" he continued.
Sirigoth could feel the smug smile on his companions lips, "One day I shall destroy him," he thought to himself.
"I have sent the Demons you ordered my Lord. They hunt tirelessly for the tome we seek. Once they have found it I shall be alerted immediately and I shall go to get it myself."
The Demon Lord nodded.
Sirigoth looked down, watching with amusement as his commanders tried to control his forces.
"Do you know the reason we never killed the Angels?" he said to no one in particular.
The Warlock stood there, his robes drawn tightly about him silently. He had heard this story countless times.
"We Demons by nature give into our lesser instincts. We have numbers far superior to any other race that we know of, but when Demons mass together they become like this," he said gesturing to the writhing masses in the valley below him.
"Well, this time the Angels shall not get in our way, Ira shall be mine," he said with a wicked grin on his face.
A giant winged form surged up from the masses flying toward the ledge upon which he stood.
With a heavy grunt the massive Demon smashed in front of him.
“My Lord," he spoke, his voice deep and rumbling.
"Our forces are ready; it will take days to move all of them through the portal and into position to strike the main cities. All we await is your command," the massive molten demon bowed.
"Good Kushgarosh, send them through the portal."
With that Sirigoth turned and walked back into the mountain path, the War was now starting; his vision would soon come to fruition.
Down below the command was received to thunderous cheers from the Demons and their ilk, and as one giant beast they surged toward the portal, slowly filtering through into Ira.
Far below him swarmed his masses of demons and monsters.
Monsters of all shapes and sizes stood waiting at the portal.
Sirigoth felt a dark slippery presence materialize behind him.
"I have warned you about that," he said, his voice flat and emotionless.
Wrapped in his heavy black cloak he looked out over his still growing forces.
"I beg your forgiveness master," said the Warlock, his voice slick and smooth.
Sirigoth grunted, "I shall overlook your impudence for now whelp, what have you to report?" he continued.
Sirigoth could feel the smug smile on his companions lips, "One day I shall destroy him," he thought to himself.
"I have sent the Demons you ordered my Lord. They hunt tirelessly for the tome we seek. Once they have found it I shall be alerted immediately and I shall go to get it myself."
The Demon Lord nodded.
Sirigoth looked down, watching with amusement as his commanders tried to control his forces.
"Do you know the reason we never killed the Angels?" he said to no one in particular.
The Warlock stood there, his robes drawn tightly about him silently. He had heard this story countless times.
"We Demons by nature give into our lesser instincts. We have numbers far superior to any other race that we know of, but when Demons mass together they become like this," he said gesturing to the writhing masses in the valley below him.
"Well, this time the Angels shall not get in our way, Ira shall be mine," he said with a wicked grin on his face.
A giant winged form surged up from the masses flying toward the ledge upon which he stood.
With a heavy grunt the massive Demon smashed in front of him.
“My Lord," he spoke, his voice deep and rumbling.
"Our forces are ready; it will take days to move all of them through the portal and into position to strike the main cities. All we await is your command," the massive molten demon bowed.
"Good Kushgarosh, send them through the portal."
With that Sirigoth turned and walked back into the mountain path, the War was now starting; his vision would soon come to fruition.
Down below the command was received to thunderous cheers from the Demons and their ilk, and as one giant beast they surged toward the portal, slowly filtering through into Ira.