Post by The King on Dec 11, 2019 8:59:50 GMT -5
PORTAL OF DEATH
T H E S E C O N D C O M I N G
A desolate barren landscape, nothing but remnants of what once was. Scattered bones upon a wreath of death – A kingdom of isolation. Off in the distance a crackling loom, some sort of golden blitz in the dark red sky – A portal perhaps? It fizzles and sparks for what feels like an eternity, yet never once becomes whole in physical formation. Is this a message of sorts? Natives of the land rush to watch as it continues its barrage of the midnight sky – stories of the Portal Warriors linger in the air, less like rumors and folktale now. Stories of a giant, golden god and a noble leader spread as it continues its attack upon the peace of the native land. Was this just a natural occurrence? Or a sign of what once was? The natives only hear legends of these “portal warriors”, their distant ancestors telling the stories over the blissful crackling of a warm winter fire. But now, right in front of them – it seems less like a fire-spoken fantasy, and more like the realm of reality.
The light shot upon the dusty ground as a beam, blinding those in attendance. Natives began to flee out of fear as the golden crackling became more, and more physical. The sky turned quickly like a shiny waterfall of blood and the desolate bone wreaths began flying, splintering at impact. A dark silhouette loomed in the heart of the light, giant in size and even more intimidating in presence. An aura of pure darkness struck those too dumbstruck to run – this was no noble warrior before them, but the epitome of death in a humanoid form.
This, this was no BIG DRAG DARK – but something much more powerful.
This was the second coming, wrath ready to rain down on those who had led to its death.
This, this was The Son of Jefe.