Lucifer sat on his throne of bones brooding. Eons had passed since he was banished from Azeroth, banished by his nemesis Purist the Omniknight. Turning the events of that final battle over and over in the nether regions of his mind, the Lord of Darkness constantly sought the explanation as to how he could have been defeated.
His power was absolute, none could survive more than five strikes from his sword of fire and brimstone. Yet he himself was struck down. His own forces turning in upon themselves as the forces of evil are inclined to do when their master departs. The answer was obvious of course, pride. It was pride that lead him, pride that drove him, and ultimately lead to his downfall. Thinking himself invincible, he had neglected to protect himself against the magical machinations of Lion, the repulsive, wart covered witch. They say pride goes before the fall...
Lucifer, on his throne of bones, shifted slightly in anticipation. Being immortal, he had plenty of time to return and destroy that world he had been banish from. Until he did so, he would entertain himself in his newfound hobby, that of torturing Purist.
Purist did not realise that in saving his world from the ravages of Lucifer, he had damned his own soul, colluded with the forces of evil, forsaken his own honour to achieve victory. Now he belonged to Lucifer, forever ablaze in the fires that burn but do not consume.
"Bring him to me!!" roared the Lord of Darkness, the Son of Morning. Mighty infernals dragged forward a man, or perhaps this pitiful quivering creature was once a man. An eternity of torture had robbed him of his pride, his stature. For this was what remained of Purist once the Omniknight and champion of his people. "Please my Lord.." whimpered the pitiful creature, "...no more...no more". His singed buttocks instinctively clenching together, knowing what was in store.
Lucifer gazed lovingly at his subject, he had come to truly enjoy these daily sessions. Gently, as gently as his guttural voice could be in any case the Dark Lord spake "Bend him over..". Purist struggled in vain, cried, begged. Yet the Infernals, without mercy, bent him over and strapped him down.
Lucifer the Doombringer descended from his throne of bones, as he had done countless times. Walked slowly towards Purist as he had done more times than the now maddened Omniknight could remember. He lay his massive taloned left hand onto the left cheek of Purist's behind, digging his claws in, drawing fresh blood from the now insane Omniknight.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Lucifer drew his sword of fire and brimstone, larger than a man, perpetually encased in the flames of hell. With a mighty thrust the sword vanished, deep inside the backside of Purist Thunderwrath once Omniknight, now plaything of Lucifer. Roasting his bowels from within, the sword began to move...in...and out...in...and out.
One day, Lucifer will return, till then he sits on his throne of bones, delighting in the suffering of his new pet. So till the end of time. Till the breaking of the world. Those who in their foolishness venture close to the realm of Lucifer hear the cries of the skewered once champion. Eternally moving....in...out...in.....out.
"The greatest joy in doing evil is to be rewarded by the sight of those who suffer its consequence!"
Magnus, 15th May, 2006 A.D. |
At 12:26 PM,
Nice fantasy. :P sore loser...
At 3:42 PM,
Damn!! Why didn't I get the Black King Bar!?! All I had to do was buy the Black King Bar and I would have destroyed all of you with ease!! Going to go slam my head into my cubicle wall now, hopefully the resulting brain damage will erase there horrible memories....