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Far below the earth,
below the living,
in a pit so dark and foul so that not even the bravest of men dared tread on it's ground,
there was a gathering.
A horde of demonic figures, their back bent to their work, all intently beat at a single shape on the ground.
Crushed and broken, it could have been any beast that lay there. Furred, fanged, clawed, winged, and black, it appeared not at all as it had earlier in it's life. Blood seeped from minute abrasions to mingle with the mire, color lost in the shadows of mud and dispair.
The blows rained down.
The creature slowly rose, still shakled to the ground and stove forward, to what appeared to be a great beautiful light. A mad, ugly glint shone from behind the thing's eye, as it hurled it's bulk against the chains, grabbing and worring one of the great filty things. The others laughed, and beat it harder still, knocking it back to the ground.
Just then, another figure, washed in an unholy light, stepped up, and spoke to it's fellows.
"It seemed that our plaything was loosing it's bite,
so I gave it what will pain it most, but keep it living longer yet.
Hope, my minons! Hope will keep this creature going longer than you can imagine."
- K.
below the living,
in a pit so dark and foul so that not even the bravest of men dared tread on it's ground,
there was a gathering.
A horde of demonic figures, their back bent to their work, all intently beat at a single shape on the ground.
Crushed and broken, it could have been any beast that lay there. Furred, fanged, clawed, winged, and black, it appeared not at all as it had earlier in it's life. Blood seeped from minute abrasions to mingle with the mire, color lost in the shadows of mud and dispair.
The blows rained down.
The creature slowly rose, still shakled to the ground and stove forward, to what appeared to be a great beautiful light. A mad, ugly glint shone from behind the thing's eye, as it hurled it's bulk against the chains, grabbing and worring one of the great filty things. The others laughed, and beat it harder still, knocking it back to the ground.
Just then, another figure, washed in an unholy light, stepped up, and spoke to it's fellows.
"It seemed that our plaything was loosing it's bite,
so I gave it what will pain it most, but keep it living longer yet.
Hope, my minons! Hope will keep this creature going longer than you can imagine."
- K.
