how many years hAs it been?
I...
FoRgIvE mE...
*the smell of sulfur washes over the room*
I lost control of myself for a moment. My apologies; I'm certain the burns will heal in time.
I am Lashidang. Last of the Demon Lords of Deathgate. A place, I'm sure, you will not remember, since to you it doesn't even exist. With time, such things will make sense.
Perhaps.
I came to this world along with the Dwarves of Murdermachines. A bit of a tagalong, if you will. Alas, I was not strong enough to force my way into a healthy adult's body and was forced to replace the soul of a newborn child.
It was, by the way, quite delicious. They always are, fresh.
Being a baby was rather simple, but it was not an unpleasant experience. Until those never-to-be-sufficiently-damned dwarves allowed me to be kidnapped by goblins. Me, Daemon Lord of the Fifth Circle, to be "raised" by filthy, unwashed greenskins, because of the incompetence and foolishness of this bearded slave race I shackled myself to?
This would not be tolerated.
I maintained my awareness, of course. The goblins raise dwarven children in an effort to harness their natural sturdiness and affinity for jewels, but they do not know a great deal about them and so it was easy to conceal my true nature. Until the day that my stolen body came of age.
On that day, I judged it to be strong enough.
I unleashed my true form. Flame rippled across my body. The stinking, slime-encrusted rags the goblins had given me flashed into cinders as I threw off my shackles, droplets of molten metal spraying my captors. I cloaked myself in demonfire and turned that goblin hole into a bloodspattered kiln in a matter of moments.
I felt my connection to the Void Beacon growing stronger as my demon nature asserted itself, and I set off into the world. Six dwarves I found, two of which I judged strong enough to be implanted with new souls from the Void. The rest would have to wait until I made a stronger connection to the Void Beacon.
We crested the hill overlooking the site of Murdermachines, and my eyes widened.
Smoke rose from the keep at the center of the walls. Even from this distance, blood and gore decorated everything, some dwarven, some goblin, some... otherwise. Movement was everywhere; everywhere my eyes swept, and everywhere I saw bodies wading through pits of bones and piles of trash as they slaughtered each other in an endless orgy of destruction. It did nothing but feed the bone piles.
I saw gold and jewels, the crafts of masters, sitting in puddles of sludgy, long-ruined dwarven wine. I saw riches that a thousand men would slay each other to possess crunched under the feet of trolls. The stench of decay and death permeated everything, overpowered only by the sulfurus stench coming from the fortress mouth itself.
Void God, but it was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. I was home again.
I hoisted the pick I took from one of the dwarves I had decided not to recruit. Tapping it against a stone to dislodge some of the ashes of its former owner, I sank it into the soil and felt my host body's beard twitch with a smile.
Digging a tiny tunnel into the heart of the hill, I ordered my "companions" to follow me into the darkness. The ruins of our stolen wagon were left to block the tunnel forever more behind us, and we set off into the darkness. Into the dirt I delved, knowing that before us was the Voidhaven, Murdermachines. And it would live and breathe again.
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