Magnus stood within the infinite expanse of His mind's eye and gazed upon everything and nothing. The pawn had served him well, somewhere in the various layers of existence He could hear the cries of Purist and the thunderous bellows of Lucifer. Now Magnus would have to seek new means by which to entertain Himself.
Then He heard it, and He did not, for hearing is but a crude means by which to describe how a planeswalker perceives reality. Like a tiny pebble, so very far away, cast into the ocean of existence. The ripples become mighty waves, bringing with them His greatest ally, and mortal enemy. Yes, the time had come, the arrival of Arc was at had. They would do bitter battle, worlds would shatter and the stars would rain down tears of blood.
Magnus grinned in delight, how He had longed for this moment....
He would destroy Siriuz, destroy Warlock, destroy Arc, destroy Himself, and He would not for destruction and death were meaningless words to them, they who could not die for they were not alive, they were beyond life itself.
It would begin soon and Magnus would be ready....and He would reign supreme. "Come Balanar, we shall cloak ourselves in darkness, move with haste, strike with deranged fury. You have power, but now I shall walk with you and we shall slay all who oppose us, we shall walk the path of glorious horror the likes of which will drive mortal men to the depths of insanity." |
At 10:00 PM,
You know, normal people reading this probably would think we have gone crazy.
Oh, joy. :D
At 10:43 PM,
You guys are allready percieved as crazy .. refer to the blog title .. like duh ..
At 8:49 AM,
I don't think normal people actually read this blog.