There had been a rage in the universe once he discovered that they had stolen his seed. At first he was unsure of the why but he knew who and that demon had suffered. It seems that the hope was to bring a child into being that could rival his power. So they sent him an allure who plied him with fire drinks and pleasure. She escaped with his fluid to parts unknown. It was not until many suns had passed that he discovered the deception and his fury was ignited. He could not find the child. He knew then that the only reason could be that his seed had gone into a vessel of good. Good. The only force he could not fathom.
He had searched the galaxies leaving dead planets and beings in his wake. The burnt out husks that bore the brunt of his anger spun in the skies, a testament to a demon lord enraged. Finally, after torturing demi-gods and angels alike, he found his child. A girl. Near-beaten by a harsh life she had sent out a plea to the heavens to remove her from the waking world. This was a normal occurrence on worlds such as the one where she dwelt, but the plea struck him to the core. It was no normal plaint for it held such base fury that he could taste it and knew immediately that such dread and awful feelings could only come from one of his ilk. Her deathwish reeked of destruction. She did not want to die alone, rather, she wanted to destroy the very stars with her tears. All that held her back was the blood of her mother coursing through her veins, the blood of good. He would soon relieve her of that blood. She was the only being of her kind, his child and the only being he could love.
He ripped apart the atmosphere. Where his cloven hooves touched, the ground shrieked and chasmed. The power of his passage blew building apart. Animals, a sight more intelligent than man fled in terror. The governments sent armies to stop him and some died, mercifully, at thought of attacking the dark lord. Others were not so lucky and perished in the heat of his ire, skin running like water, bones fusing in melted masses in the streets. The horror did not end until he found her, or rather she found him for like called to like and instead of running to no escape she sought him out. In the great clearing in the middle of the city she faced him without fear.
He looked down upon her, suffused with pride and love, as she stared balefully at him.
"My child," he intoned.
She fell to her knees before him, out of relief rather than respect.
"Father, take this from me." she said simply
And so began The Deth of Irth
- a work in progress (the list grows ever-longer)
Yo soy Mala... siempre
P.S. Hey Ed, I'm still angry, they're all still whack as fuck but at least my writer's block is gone (and this only took 8 minutes TOTAL). Ready when you are....
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