The grey and black landscape of the entryway to Chaos surrounded them as they stood staring at one another. The violence of their thoughts projected wordlessly as they plotted their emergence from the death that He had sought for them.
Large black eyes stared into the faces that in truth would be the true instrument of his plans. If he could not kill the force he would have to embrace it and use their existance to spread that which brought them the most pleasure. They would break lives.
Large black eyes stared into the faces that in truth would be the true instrument of his plans. If he could not kill the force he would have to embrace it and use their existance to spread that which brought them the most pleasure. They would break lives.
