YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE

[Zanator]

Deep in the bowels of Faoivein Cave, sounds break through the normally quiet tunnels.

The noises of battle. Crumbling rocks, shrieks of pain, the grand echoes of ferocious magic through the darkness...

Until it all goes suddenly silent.

"You may have escaped me. Narrowly avoided the jaws of death."

In the dark, it gutters out a seething breath.

"But I will never forget what I saw in your eyes.

I know terror when I see it. I know when the flesh heaves and trembles anxiously, shaking without control... of how afraid one is to lose everything, that weakness you now so cherish. Doing whatever you can, to delay the inevitable even by the slightest second... so you can keep it all for just a moment more. Desperately clawing for an escape.

The touch of man has truly made you weak."

Hate fills it's flesh.

 "You thought it would set you free. You thought it would release you from the cycle of our kind. This drive that makes us want for more, at any cost.

But you were only freed being a competitor. You are still as you always were. What you always have been deep inside. Prey.

You, Set'noth. And the rest of those failures who had purged the greatness from their flesh and replaced it with lowliness. Who have left strength behind to wallow with the weak. How pathetic were those words of change, you offered onto me.

But I saw them what they really were.

The mewling of a frightened animal, desperate to placate the predator before them.

Should you wish to join the cattle, then you will be slaughtered like them.

You all, you 'cleansed' abominations who think you can flee fate, from feeding into the cycle of demonkind shall be culled and feasted upon like the meat you are.

...

Count your days.

For I, the Spawn of the Nightmare, Bael'Rath will come to devour you all."