eyes—if they had them—were fixed upon the Darkstar.
“Citizens of the nether,” Satan began, his powerful voice reverberating through the vast underground auditorium. “For countless millennia our kind has been forced to hide from the light of the world and our divine enemies,” Satan extolled, slowly pacing back and forth upon the stage. “But a plan has been formulated, and carefully executed.”
Scox couldn’t believe his eyes. The Darkstar had the Community’s rapt attention. Perhaps they would recognize him as their leader after all.
“And at last it has come to fruition.”
Satan spread his wings and raised his arms.
“I have orchestrated that plan, and I am here to bestow upon you that which has been denied to each and every one of your myriad species. I am here to give you what you have never been able to win for yourselves, no matter how hard you have tried.”
Satan slowly scanned his audience, and Scox believed that his master was attempting to make a personal connection with each and every one of them.
“I give you,” his voice boomed like thunder, “the world.”
Satan’s words were followed by gasps from the beasts and fiends, and Scox watched the various monsters muttering amongst themselves.
His master smiled from the stage.
Suddenly a lone voice spoke from the crowd.
“And what is expected of us? What do you require for such a prize?”
The mutterings, squeaks, and growls grew in intensity, supporting the question.
“What do I… ,” Satan asked, bringing a metal-gauntleted hand to his armored chest, “expect of you?”
The Darkstar paused for effect. Scox could practically feel the anticipation growing from the bestial crowd.
“Your adoration,” Satan announced, again starting to pace. “Your absolute obedience.”
He paused again. The Community hung on his every word.
“And for you to call me king.”
The vast chamber became very still as Satan’s words began to permeate.
Scox was unsure what he had expected. Jubilant cheers? Cries and howls of excitement? He’d certainly never expected what followed.
As Satan waited for a response, an armored demon sprang up onto the stage. At first it seemed that the demon would kneel and swear its allegiance, but then it drew its sword.
“I’d just as soon die before swearing my loyalty to the likes of you!” the demon raged, charging Satan with a sword caked with the blood from previous kills.
Scox gasped.
The blade descended toward his master’s skull, but Satan was faster.
“Don’t let me keep you,” Satan said, reaching out with blinding speed to grab the demon’s wrist. He snapped its arm like a twig, causing its weapon to clatter to the ground.
Scox winced as Satan tore the demon apart, limb from limb, until only a pile of bloody pieces remained.
Finished with his gruesome chore, the Darkstar looked out to the crowd.
“Anybody else?” Satan asked, wiping his gore-covered hands together. “Would anyone else rather die than serve me?”
The chamber erupted into total chaos. Monsters of every conceivable size and shape charged en masse toward the stage.
Scox knew that it was best to flee the scene, but he found himself frozen in place, watching the symphony of violence that unfolded before him.
The beasts rushed Satan in a tidal wave of snarling, hissing, wailing fury that surged onto the ice stage with only one intention. Scox watched his master, marveling at the fact that Satandid not move from where he stood as the tsunami of violence bore down upon him.
Satan threw open his arms and wings in a welcoming gesture as the creatures of darkness who refused to recognize his authority attacked with the utmost ferocity.
They piled on him, weapons—as well as fangs and claws—ready to dispatch death upon the one who wished to rule them all.
Scox stood transfixed as his master was engulfed. He was tempted to cry out but feared the beasts would turn their rage on him.
So he remained quiet as the scene
“Citizens of the nether,” Satan began, his powerful voice reverberating through the vast underground auditorium. “For countless millennia our kind has been forced to hide from the light of the world and our divine enemies,” Satan extolled, slowly pacing back and forth upon the stage. “But a plan has been formulated, and carefully executed.”
Scox couldn’t believe his eyes. The Darkstar had the Community’s rapt attention. Perhaps they would recognize him as their leader after all.
“And at last it has come to fruition.”
Satan spread his wings and raised his arms.
“I have orchestrated that plan, and I am here to bestow upon you that which has been denied to each and every one of your myriad species. I am here to give you what you have never been able to win for yourselves, no matter how hard you have tried.”
Satan slowly scanned his audience, and Scox believed that his master was attempting to make a personal connection with each and every one of them.
“I give you,” his voice boomed like thunder, “the world.”
Satan’s words were followed by gasps from the beasts and fiends, and Scox watched the various monsters muttering amongst themselves.
His master smiled from the stage.
Suddenly a lone voice spoke from the crowd.
“And what is expected of us? What do you require for such a prize?”
The mutterings, squeaks, and growls grew in intensity, supporting the question.
“What do I… ,” Satan asked, bringing a metal-gauntleted hand to his armored chest, “expect of you?”
The Darkstar paused for effect. Scox could practically feel the anticipation growing from the bestial crowd.
“Your adoration,” Satan announced, again starting to pace. “Your absolute obedience.”
He paused again. The Community hung on his every word.
“And for you to call me king.”
The vast chamber became very still as Satan’s words began to permeate.
Scox was unsure what he had expected. Jubilant cheers? Cries and howls of excitement? He’d certainly never expected what followed.
As Satan waited for a response, an armored demon sprang up onto the stage. At first it seemed that the demon would kneel and swear its allegiance, but then it drew its sword.
“I’d just as soon die before swearing my loyalty to the likes of you!” the demon raged, charging Satan with a sword caked with the blood from previous kills.
Scox gasped.
The blade descended toward his master’s skull, but Satan was faster.
“Don’t let me keep you,” Satan said, reaching out with blinding speed to grab the demon’s wrist. He snapped its arm like a twig, causing its weapon to clatter to the ground.
Scox winced as Satan tore the demon apart, limb from limb, until only a pile of bloody pieces remained.
Finished with his gruesome chore, the Darkstar looked out to the crowd.
“Anybody else?” Satan asked, wiping his gore-covered hands together. “Would anyone else rather die than serve me?”
The chamber erupted into total chaos. Monsters of every conceivable size and shape charged en masse toward the stage.
Scox knew that it was best to flee the scene, but he found himself frozen in place, watching the symphony of violence that unfolded before him.
The beasts rushed Satan in a tidal wave of snarling, hissing, wailing fury that surged onto the ice stage with only one intention. Scox watched his master, marveling at the fact that Satandid not move from where he stood as the tsunami of violence bore down upon him.
Satan threw open his arms and wings in a welcoming gesture as the creatures of darkness who refused to recognize his authority attacked with the utmost ferocity.
They piled on him, weapons—as well as fangs and claws—ready to dispatch death upon the one who wished to rule them all.
Scox stood transfixed as his master was engulfed. He was tempted to cry out but feared the beasts would turn their rage on him.
So he remained quiet as the scene
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