- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
A loud piercing crash penetrated through the sacred silence, assaulting the decaying temple walls with lashes of reverberation. The echo transformed into a chorus of bitter hatred for the intruder.
His face blank, he nonchalantly penetrated into the all consuming blackness and melded with it. His soul was devoid of emotion, the whispers of his satyrs dissapated into the stifling nothingness of the ancient temple.
The faces of warriors past glared at the wispy intruder for reawakening the demons of blight. His inclamate indifference only aggravated the turbulent atmosphere, precipitating a heigtened sense of tension.
As he neared the fiery core of the derelict temple, the echoing reverberation of his iron boots built in intensity, much like a choir of monks singing hymms of apocalypse.
The profound darkness was rent apart by the falling hammer of fire.
The nefarious tongues of fire swept through him, never slowing his descent into the infernal abyss. The flames quickly sensed the beautiful black perfection within the hate-filled automaton and turned malice into loving caress.
Out of the inferno came a face, and a piercing whisper filled the room:
"The avatar comes at long last."
Through the blazing hell, an icy black bane came unto the named one.
"Do not deviate from the course, destiny wills this be done."
The dark armored figure standing alone amidst the massive fire raised his head quizzically.
"I have beaten destiny, I have smitten destiny, but destiny lives on through death like we have, ever whispering."
The fire swelled and contracted, flowing into him, making him whole again. He turned and trekked back up the spiraling temple.