Born of hatred and molded of Sirant, an Avatar of hate exists in Aabahran's lore
Disruption of the Pantheon's Old, trapped between seal and cursed,
Skewered of iron, shackle, and demon within the Dark Prison of S'handor.
Within the Cult of Sirant, Lestinari began to search of where Avatar was immersed.
Century of time confined brought with it hatred and scorn,
Within aid of a Pentagram's Sorcerer, divinity was no more sought, but found.
Cracking shell, a plan of vellum and a Forger of Souls had been born.
After death and destruction of all required, the god-like plan struck down.
With acceptance of the Evil Lord, a Dark Lady soon saw Demonic Command.
Growing pleasure of mind, body, and soul that writhed in agony and pain,
With the aid of Rune Magic, she soon called and beckoned Scourge with hand.
Fear, Hatred, and Betrayal forever named her eminent domain.
Shielded by the dark of night, a ripple of the Rift consumed all that she hated,
Wrought of havoc and dismay, a feral need to grow and to self preserve.
A Demon Lord's cackle was then heard, should his revenge pass is still speculated.
Seeing her own strength multiply in grandeour, an eery statement was heard,
Never again will I serve..
Simply,
Zkrivuur
Very beautiful, thank you, had to share. ~ Anume 