A graveyard, must swirling past a grave marked by a demonic statue. The inscription informs the reader of the occupant. -Here Lies Nia Deahanorea Jhones.- -Nia, once known as the ruler of Nether, was slain by the mighty Khorne Grimshadow the night of January twenty first, the year of our lord 3545- A green light erupts from the ground, a beacon to the one resurrecting Nia that he has awoken. Before the eyes of everyone watching, the long deceased necromancer steps from the shadows of the statue. Caelestila Grimshadow, you have provoked me in my eternal slumber. How, or why, no one knows, not even I. Even so, I must either redeem myself, or be struck down once more. Show yourself, for I tire. He reaches behind him, his scythe that had been sealed in the tomb flashing into his hands. As he steps forwards, the dead in their graves begin to scratch and claw at their caskets. With each step he takes, he grows stronger, until once more he is returned to his former power. Once the mist clears, his new form is revealed. His once powerful physique is diminished, his once vibrant blue eyes now black. The hand he grips his scythe with is gnarled, the nails more like claws. As he continues to the place he is drawn to, a reddish light escapes from any openings in his skin. Soon, the light becomes blinding, hiding him from view. Inside the light, his form shifts, as he takes the form of a true demon. His skin turns to a tough, scaly hide, his limbs morphing. Horns penetrate his skull, and smaller spikes cover his head. His muscles bulge, rippling as they grow. After his transformation is complete, he stops, standing in the center of a long crumbled arena.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 02:34:42 +0000
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