❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜ (falsecalling)
@falsecalling.
That voice. Hah.
How pitifully it croaked its way through the true inky blackness of a starless sky, never knowing what ears it fell upon. The moon now swallowed up by an enormous shadowy claw eclipsing its soft, gentle light, sent the earth blind and fumbling in utter societal deterioration and anarchy. So these were the end times. Were they as accurate as all the “holy texts” described it to be? It mattered not now. The world was coming to an end, at the hands of a new god. One no one could have ever predicted or fathomed.
“You don’t, do you?”
That voice shook the very earth, a thunderous yet growling, sinister chuckle rippling across the sky as a chorus of disembodied screams surrounded Karthus as people cowered in fright at the sound, covering their ears...some of them bleeding.
It was at this moment that the tiniest of flames ignited, merely a few feet away from Karthus. The flame sat atop a spindly, yet familiar finger, Arthuros’ icy grin dimly lit in the sickly green candle. He does not move, looking at Karthus as if he was nought but dirt, barely worth wasting his attention on.
“Well; that’s too bad, isn’t it.”
And how the god-lich laughs and LAUGHS. Such a DELIGHT to watch all those that scorned him WRITHE in their own graves!! What AMUSEMENT to see them all burn alive in the beds they made, drowning in their own mistakes. His cackling gets louder and louder as the former lich snuffs the light and retreats back into the heavens; his laughter now rings as the death knell of the universe, the stars returning for a brief moment only to have their light sucked away, the moon merely fragments of rock and dust.
The world was plunged into blinding light, the barely recognisable figure that was once Arthuros reaching out to all corners of the perceivable universe and wringing it dry of all life and power. The flowers and trees surrounding Karthus begin to shrivel up and die, the very sun fading away little by little. Their power was Arthuros’ now, the entire world merely a means to an end within his palms. His mouth opens to speak, a deafening boom from his words sending shockwaves from one end of the planet to the other.
Know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
“YOU ALL SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE YOU TRIED TO SUPPRESS ME..!!”