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- Bolts of crackling red and black energy crease the sky in the west as an elongated shadow twists
- and turns, barrelling towards the Mhojave.game 8 Bolts of crackling red and black energy crease the
- sky in the west as an elongated shadow twists and turns, barrelling towards the Mhojave.
- Staining the sands black with blood, Dusk, the Listener succumbs to its wounds, shrieking a
- spectral death knell before expiring within the Mhojave desert.
- A shard of ethereal chalk appears within the skies, hanging suspended against a backdrop of
- sparkling stars.
- Guided by an invisible hand, the chalk begins to move rapidly, painting the very heavens with
- starlight as a crisscross pattern takes shape; nine squares by nine squares.
- Khaibit Kintsukuroi D'Ischai's Pasiphaean voice resonates, "I want to put my x in the middle square
- please."
- In moments the shard is gone, but the board remains, pulsing with celestial enchantment as numerous
- peculiar pieces coalesce into being upon its ephemeral squares.
- All Creation groans in agony as a monstrous rift opens in the heavens, a taloned hand emerging to
- swipe casually at the board. At once a black-robed figure falls from its square, dispersing into
- aught but so much stardust before the daemonic appendage vanishes whence it came.
- Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "Did You
- really think I would leave Your pawn so close to My rooks, Brother? Your ego blinds You if You did
- not anticipate My plan to remove it."
- A burst of cold laughter echoes hauntingly across the Prime as the board vanishes. One by one, the
- glowing nebulae wink out of existence, replaced by dense, inscrutable darkness.
- The silken voice of the Dark Father reverberates from everywhere and nowhere, "This move was made a
- century ago, Brother. If Your technique were any better than a child playing with toys, You would
- see that a thousand more follow it, doing My Work under Your very nose!"
- Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "How
- unlike You, Dark One, to make such broad assumptions. Are You -quite- sure I did not allow Your
- little toy to remain?"
- The silken voice of the Dark Father reverberates from everywhere and nowhere, "You overestimate
- yourself, My Brother. Fortunately for Us both, I estimate Your skill precisely - and find it
- lacking."
- Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "My
- estimations are rarely wrong. Are You not the one that has tried, and FAILED to manipulate these
- mortals time and time again?"
- The silken voice of the Dark Father reverberates from everywhere and nowhere, "Have We not fenced
- for eons? You forget who Your real enemy is, My Brother."
- Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "You are
- ALL My enemies!"
- The silken voice of the Dark Father reverberates from everywhere and nowhere, "You begin to sound
- like the Fire Sprite, Evil One. How tiresome. Do feel free to sacrifice Yourself to "save us all",
- won't you? No, You've not the skills, that is already clear."
- Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "Allow Me
- to show You first hand how My skills are far from lacking!"
- Reality buckles under a sudden exertion of Divine power as the Lord of Evil manifests in the skies,
- His physical form awash with daemonic fury. Drawing the infamous Blade of Perdition, the Malevolent
- One moves with a speed defying all perception, bearing down upon the cowled and hooded figure of
- the Dark Father.
- The dread blade sings with murderous hunger as it cleaves through the air, the Dark Lord smirking
- with silent confidence before the Malevolent God's advance. At the last moment, the Shadow-God
- draws His cloak about Himself and turns away, vanishing in a cloud of black smoke that drinks all
- light from the Prime.
- The silken voice of the Dark Father reverberates from everywhere and nowhere, "Have we descended to
- brawling then, Brother? I would be glad to indulge, though You have shamed Yourself quite well
- enough by Your own brutish actions. How effortlessly You are roused to senseless anger, forced to
- dance on MY strings as easily as any of Your "Chosen"."
- A roar of unfathomable rage tears across all the lands and plains of the Prime, laden with faint
- tones of daemonic amusement.
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