*illusions and despair, darkness and corruption, emotions gone, thus is the surrounding of the being and the swirling vortex before it, it glances around the empty cave, the floor almost smooth from centuries of tireless undeads working and cleaing the cave, the beings eyes glow with a pale light , yet it doesnt illuminate the cave as if the surrounding darkness eats up the light, its eyes sees nothing has change yet nothing is the same, time has passed another turning of the moon has ended. The being turns to the vortex and reaches into the mist caressing the dreams of the dreamless life, bringing with its touch horrors and corruptions not yet to be found anywhere, and soft promises of an oblivion to come where nothing is.*
"Words spoken, voices travel."
"Death comes, Blood flows."
"Life perish, Seed grow."
"Speakers of Dust, Death foretell."
"Listen not, Nothing comes."
"Sorrow brought, Damnation granted."
"Desires perish, Light vanish."
"Emptiness remains, Oblivion ours."
*The being mouth opens as if to laugh, but no sound escapes the darkness around it. Beyond the mist of time, A bringer of Void awaits, armies of the dead stands ready side by side for countless eons, time might come soon, yet it might never come again. The being gestures and a dark tome floats through the air to its hand, the being opens the book of damnation and with the letters of the Void enters the following words
"The Dead shall only one master have."
"Oblivion shall be spoken to all."
"Darkness shall consume the land."
The being closes the book slowly and gently runs its fingers over the cover almost as if to please the dreaded tome with the touch of dead. The being motions and the tome vanishes once more, lost to those who seek and feared by those who live.*