Chard corpses dripped from long twisted rusty spears, many large mountaineous guts and flesh scattered the red landscape, screams of billions went on for endless bliss in each direction, monsterous evil beings covered the grounds devouring on anything that could move..... and this all was a morsel to the gigantic temple that towered the city of the dead. The temple was created with rotting flesh and strung together with veins. At many turns as we witness the temple from all sides and going straight up to the top- statues of a being known to many commanded this evil. Your heart stops as a symbol is seen on the statues.








In a dark void, a figure is sitting on a throne created from bones. The mound underneath the throne was a colection of flesh. Many cocubines pleasured this being on all sides. It was a sickening stomach turning scene.

An assailant entered the room. He bore the "MM" enigma on it's decrepit body. The tyrant stood up from the throne and climbed down the mound of flesh to greet him. The assailant got on the ground and licked the rotten flesh from the tyrant's feet. Making sure to clean it well- and pick every morsel of rot from the undersides of the tyrant's toes.





Assailant: Your magnificance. The time has finally catched up.


??: Awh... I've waited endlessly. My Unholy Darkness is a wonderous plague to the world of men. A testament to my evil.... Hmm. has Gojinn realized his role in all of this?

Assailant: He is unaware of anything M'Lord. Only faint memories shared by that unholy union and nothing more. However, he is... growing stronger. A possible, yet, very unlikely threat.





??: [amused] GOOD!! You done well. Mwha... These pathetic fools. I do wonder-a if his deaths have something todo with this all. The curse I have sealed has weakened over the generations. I wish this to be so. I wish for you to murder Gojinn before he meddles anymore in my affairs.









Assailant: Very good Lord Mortismere. Very good.


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