Upon Their Throne: Reverberation

[Dreamspeaker]

Amidst the chaos, destruction and the fall of a God, one chose to stay.

A Demon. Known to many by many titles, many names, and each evoking an equal measure of terror, fright and caution. For months, as the storms poured and raged across the lower spheres of existence, one remained upon the heavens - to feast, to grow... to change. A metamorphosis took place, as beautiful as it was terrible; the mask of something human was replaced by a skin of cracked stone, veins pulsing with an unnatural, sickly magenta glow. The eyes of ruby red, glimmering with naught but utter malice and hate, to gaze upon the new world that they would make.

It was a battle. One final attempt to strangle the interloper that dared to step into the realm, that dared to raise a hand against a God, that dared to usurp this power. Perhaps it was the reason for the storms- or it was merely yet another part that contributed to it. A struggle between a dying God and a Demon, a revenant that came to enact his terrible revenge against one of the many responsible for his fall during the day of the Ragnarök.

A titan would emerge. With each passing hour, his body stabilized. With each passing day, a dying God's power waned. With each passing week, a gradual shift of control turned in favor of the usurper. The Flame of Havoc was an integral instrument to facilitate this, becoming a reliable pillar upon which this fire-forged metamorphosis would be made. 

Months passed. With a bated breath, many hoped that with this final gift to the humankind, this Demon would be destroyed. They prayed that this would be the end; that the sacrifices would destroy them all.



Their prayers were not answered.