The blackened gates of oblivion close before their kneeling creator, begging forgiveness for an abusive reign and unholy associations…
Pale skin draped from brittle bone grasps wildly through humid air. Dying gasps allow a torn spectral should to escape, angelic beams of unlighted perpetrate and blast from cephalic cavities. A beacon of warning sends shivers down the spines of the usurpers from all shades of the spectrum the explosion wreaks havoc. Physical to nothingness in the mere blink of a bloodshot eye…
Disposal of the undesirable remnants, baptized in flames. Bestowing thick clouds of wretched ominous smoke…
This bloodline is dangerous highborn failures reunited with this solution, to rule is to oppress at all times the enemy of the most. Through the tireless searches a new king has been chosen, spared of horrible poverty by divine coincidence rising to power through youth. Abandoning religion and welcoming the void of the ancient ways. Construct a monument that will command respect from our enemies, layer the stone in sheets of armor forged from spent soldiers. Brandished with a mighty sword that seems to be slicing through our atmosphere. Avoidance by our own moons trembling bodies bathed in fear…
A cycle of kings throughout the ages descend in fire.