Standing under the scorching glare of Dragorog, in his unholy temple, Gray bowed his undead head low to the master of the evil flame.
It was in times like these, after such lengthy and blood drenching battles, that the abomination would find its own sense of belonging, for what such a 'mortal concept' was worth. For, in his own twisted mind, the fiery thirst for vengeance that kept his black heart beating was no where more at home than the fortified walls built by messengers of death that came before him. Those who would also pledge their allegiance to the 'rightful', more 'worthy' gods of Illarion.
After leaning his creaking bones to rest his partisan by the podium, Gray unsheathes a fine, shimmering sword of merinium. Extending his arm to hold out his bony hand, he exhales a low hiss before proceeding to slice a deep, calculated incision across his palm. As the dark blood from his bulging veins begins to seep, he retracts each of his clawed fingers to clench his trembling fist, allowing it to flow and pulsate more rapidly. Reaching the bleeding limb over the podium, he allows the trickling crimson liquid to scatter and spatter upon it, and the dusty old occult book that sits in its rest.
"Dragorog, Here my call!"
The abomination proclaims sharply, pulling back its hand and rolling down its dark robed sleeve. Then proceeding, without much convincing, to make another long cutting incision, this time deeper, along its left forearm.
"Dragorog, all mighty. Thee who commands the dragon kin... Master of dark paladins..."
The abomination begins to belch a screeching howl, swapping the merinium sword into his bleeding palm, imitating the former violent acts of cutting his palm and making a deeper incision in his right forearm.
"Breath, unto me, your unholy wrath... Act through my vessel, your own thirst for vengeance..."
"Hear my name! I am Lord Gray!"
Allowing his sword to fall clattering by his feet, Gray extends both of his, now soaked in blood, wounded arms to trickle the dark crimson liquid that flows from him chaotically upon the temple's floor.
"Take away what they hold dear... Chsk... The collapsing of the mine tunnel should prove a spear in the heart of their profits..."
"But I haven't even gotten started, yet."
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