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John pulled in the air of hell, and for a second it seemed to get smaller around him as he allowed his feet to rest on the ground, he first steps into the soil around him, and the world seemed to change around him it bends towards him as he walked. The fire of the pit clung to him as he pulled himself from the abyss; his eyes hardened pinpricks of red hot apathy for all of creation. Hell needed a ruler, and he had submitted to the will of the pit itself, those fires had cleansed his body of weakness it turned him into the vessel of anti-life as he rose from the abyss. His skin handed, as his muscles were broken fitted and reformed in his body. Blood burned away and replaced with a new force as he became the living embodiment of all that hell would be.  He stood there naked under the authority of hell fresh from the pit his body changed under its might, its will adjusted by the force of his existence he had changed the core of life.

Folding his arms behind his back as he stood over the force of the pit and turned his eyes towards the realms, all of them as he looked at those that would stop his will. They will all be brought to heel for there was only one will his, and there was only one right the right he allowed them to have. His gaze fell from those places that were beyond attention for now as he turned it back to his realm. The metal pulled from the fire as it was melted by force and covered him in a wave of heat; he was covered from head to toe. Let the gaze upon his armor and be given grace that pleasure that they were gifted his presence.

He spoke his voice came from hell itself its air; its fire spoke his message it vibrated in their soul in the deepest and darkest pit they knew, and they hearted it. "I am the will of the abyss Incratned; all will be made to serve, all will be made to bow for all is my might. You will bow, and you will be granted graze. All that do not will die."