Have you ever been angry? So angry you've scared yourself. Because for a second you saw that face staring back from within. An immense depth fast approaching. So absent of light the only reason you caught a glimpse was those eyes. Beaming back at you with illumination so frightening your core began to shudder and rumble.
Crumbled down and watched this beast claw its way out. Over rock and mortar. Through coarse cage of steel. Those cold eyes staring down - helplessly watching.
This beast was once kept sealed. Who gave it this key to destruction. This shapeless fluid in motion soulless tragedy. Black velvet drape dipped in fiery energy. Pure hate which had been compressed for eternity. Now concentrated and intent on wreaking havoc.
I sent my armies. I sent them all. Countless deaths and yet I sent more. Quick slaughter - not the painless type. This beast they could not stall. Thrashes of bodies. Clawed and torn. Festering flesh flying from fallen. Axe, Sword and Mace soaked, dripping in warm fresh blood-pounding hate. Shatters of armor and unrecognizable corpses. What do I do? It seeks me as a vessel - to be worn. I can feel the hate changing me. Quickly now or I'll soon deform.