I am he that stood shoulder to shoulder with creation itself as it was wove into the very earth.
Oblivion is my refuge now, limitless and eternal.
To spread myself across the void and truly know
its depths and secrets is my only distraction. My only gift from those weakling
gods, the capacity to look apon what once I ruled... a more cruel punishment
than perhaps they knew.
Even more so now, the last remnant of the legacy
I was forced to abandon, bested by the blindest luck. My greatest general
knew the weakness of material things, yet still he bound himself to that
trinket. Destruction though, a more favourable fate than mine.
My lot now, to observe from this shroud, an oracle of doom that none can seek nor assay.
Yet not for recompense do I want. For me there
can be no redemption. Instead I wait, patiently regaining my eminence as
I grow to fill this chainless prison.
The day will come again when my name is spoken
in the darkest corners of that land, this time of men cannot last. How deliciously
ironic that like me, they were created with such a lust for power. We are
brothers, they and I.
I have no doubt that the hate in them will blossom
enough to release me, unleashing my will once more apon the world, drawing
me back to its' light...
...but then, what use have I for light?
