Demon Lord
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Bane dreamt vividly of the Black Lord in all his dark, fiery glory, his yellow eyes burning with triumph. A wave of pleasure washed through Bane, the Black Lord’s reward. The vision behind him, of a smooth red desert glowing under a crimson sun, reflected his good mood, flicking out to be replaced by swirling red and yellow.
The Black Lord spoke in a soft, deep voice. “Soon we will rule the world, just you and me, son. The human rabble must be eradicated, and only demons will walk in the Overworld.”
“But Father, they will not like the bright light up here. I find it hard to bear.”
The Black Lord chuckled. “You think I will leave the world as it is? It will be changed to suit us, son, never fear.
Bane nodded.
“Why have you not killed that damned girl?” Black streaks appeared in the swirling background.
“She will die of thirst within a few more days.”
“Excellent. I am well pleased, son. Now break the second ward, and I shall be even more pleased with you.” The Black Lord smiled, and the vision brightened as he relaxed, then faded away.