fireinthedust
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None shall know the master!!! the emissary cries, the two other mouths hissing, one of them petering off into muttered curses while the other snarls and makes its serpentine tongue writhe in the air. Its next words seem almost... ecstatic, and while the voice is a horrific grate, the subject matter seems to energize it as love energizes a poet. It drones on as if the rest of you are not talking.
None may know what is beyond your pathetic intellects to comprehend. Your ignorance is understandable, for the Master has never shown itself to this pathetic world, except in the nightmares of those who sought to summon the Master's most wretched of servants. The Master and all who serve him are more than the shadows you call outsiders, those echoes of your own minds that form on what you call the outer planes; and who torment you because it is your deepest wish to be tormented, else why would your every fear feed these echoes, your every prayer empower them?
The Devourer of Souls you shall understand the Master to be, for you shall see firsthand the end of your pathetic existence. Now that the prophet has come shall the great torment begin. Then accept you the gift of the great one: your oblivion!
As Malacarus swears to the agreement the emissary frowns once more. Its voice has the tone of someone watching people it expects to know better do something... illogical and bizarre; similar to someone who's spent years collecting coins to buy a castle change their mind and pay all that money for an old boot they'll soon throw away.
So you... deny... the Master?
None may know what is beyond your pathetic intellects to comprehend. Your ignorance is understandable, for the Master has never shown itself to this pathetic world, except in the nightmares of those who sought to summon the Master's most wretched of servants. The Master and all who serve him are more than the shadows you call outsiders, those echoes of your own minds that form on what you call the outer planes; and who torment you because it is your deepest wish to be tormented, else why would your every fear feed these echoes, your every prayer empower them?
The Devourer of Souls you shall understand the Master to be, for you shall see firsthand the end of your pathetic existence. Now that the prophet has come shall the great torment begin. Then accept you the gift of the great one: your oblivion!
As Malacarus swears to the agreement the emissary frowns once more. Its voice has the tone of someone watching people it expects to know better do something... illogical and bizarre; similar to someone who's spent years collecting coins to buy a castle change their mind and pay all that money for an old boot they'll soon throw away.
So you... deny... the Master?