Rise

[Rig 17591]

In the darkest depths, evil had always waited. Lying beneath it, like a sunken, unburning flame... readying to ignite. The Aegeans, the Descendants, by whichever name they knew- grew ignorant to such over time as the plights of Setherien ravaged Anthos, and Iblees to now ravage Athera or at least, to cause considerable damage. Yet, as time built upon, they never realized the one taint; the secret taint bubbling beneath the very surface of their world, whether it be civilized or wild.

The Acerbus had waited, his plots undisturbed. 

The time was commencing to execute the grand plan, yet he could not bring himself to yet.

It.. will end in fire..

Uttered the creature within the robes to his disciples quietly, before turning their head towards the altar with a brief metalic clanking of his orc-sized armor.

It hath always has been such,

he said in a quiet profane realization to himself, as it temporarily coming out of some odd phase.

It was then that the corpses were discovered, whether it be bloodied elves or the heads of humans and dwarves. 

His coven had been reached. His disciples had marched, and finally gained ground. Yet in the end, what purpose could have these corpses been killed? An insane man's rage? The rantings of a fanatical cult of Iblees?

Time will tell,

but is there time?

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[Glyc 234]

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