it brings down darkness upon the land with a flap of it's wings. like the old told stories of long ago, it devours everything it can grasp. the light of life is swallowed ever more.
but upon it's head it bares a fake crown, as it's a fake of the bringer of ruin. but it lives to it's potential, to behold that it is king.
with a rain of obsidian spears and a flush of frost bitten wind, it claims it's hold on the title of ruler.
killing,
devouring
all that oppose it.
created by the hatred of the Monster of Multiple, it's body reflects into none more than hate. it's very mindtwisted into a vision of what must it be,
and what the realms are.
harmed in it's creation, it grows a despise for all. it's body torn and leaking with the hate it holds.
it's ever consuming darkness of it's own soul corrupts and decays. the earth cries in withering as the skies die.
it wields a sword infused with it's detestation and darkness with a shard from the Destroyer's wings of horror.
YOU ARE READING
not that it really matters
Fanfictionthis is for fun and complete random cause yes. really i just wanted to finally get something written. whatever i think of is written down so sometimes it makes no sense. enjoy?
