Posted at 6:16 am on Apr 25, 2011 by:
Lord Mortismere
The Ceremony......
Castle Mortis....
The courtyard consisted the entire legion of Mortismere's Dark Unholy Army.... Dark Thaumaturge Knights lined up- dawn where their twisted dark swords- as the view dramatically rushes down the bloodstained pathway and up a flight of steps. There. There be-seated in a throne created from the bones of demons and the flesh of sinners- was Lord Mortismere... grinning sadistically. And by the Lord's side was Seer and his evil babeh strapped on his back in a black carrier.
As horns sounded off- a resounding twisted and sickening echo made its way throughout the courtyard for the arrival of the new apprentice to the Lord Evil himself.
Hark! The doors open wide in celebration for his coming.
All eyes turned and viewed a man draped in a long ceremonial black robe and studded with silver chains.... the view then switched to an over view just behind the figure's back..... and we see that as the figure makes his way towards the throne- that at each and every single pass- the Knights raise their swords higher up towards the dark and bloody night sky!!! Blue flames from cauldrons explode on either side of Lord Mortismere...
It begins now....
Once the figure slowly walks up the dark steps- he kneels before his Unholy Lord and Master.
Dylious: My most Unholy Lord. I willingly embrace the everlasting flavor and might of The Unholy Darkness. I give in sacrifice my body, my soul and my spirit. My Lord, I am yours to command. Yours to weave... Yours to infuse......
A Dark and twisted smile came of Mortismere's face..... he rose... rose to his feet and as he rose- ALL of his legions of darkside followers bowed to his Unholy grace. Mortis' eyes gleamed in the darkness and he unsheathed his skull and bone sword.... and touched either side of Dylious shoulders and commanded him....
MM: Rise.
Suddenly as Dylious rose his entire body was infused with an endless wave of Unpure, concentrated and dark of all dark arts. An aura around Mortis aglow with thick dark light and wrapped around Dylious as a pact was created... all watched as Dylious entire being was given upon to Mortis and in return, oh yes, in return the Unholy Darkness was now finally and fully at Dylious' command. It was glorious.
MM: From this day forthwith, you are my property. You are the feared, you are the Unholy, you are now, Dark Dylious. Mwwhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....
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The Ceremony...... - Lord Mortismere - 6:16:14 AM on 04/25/2011
