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- The cold black walls were home. There was no other explanation for the warmth that spread through him. Since Kaedrix had made him aware that the Virindi were leaving the home of his Lord, the Mirror had wanted to see the halls, the halls of Bael'Zharon, the Hopeslayer, the most fearsome entity that this world had ever known. His Lord.
A thin black smile stretched across his shadowy face, and his children began leaving him. They pulled themselves from his body and swarmed along the walls, into the shadows and along the floor. The children giggled and danced and played, as all good children should. Finally, he was home.
The Virindi had not been to this depth. They had not violated the sanctity of the deepest temple. Here he had stood so long ago with his lord and the other chosen, performing rites to call the black breath to scourge the world and bring about the destruction of it all.
The children suddenly stopped dancing and playing and giggling. Playtime was done and the air grew colder as the Mirror's red eyes blazed and spilled red across the ebon floor. The thin smile turned to a dark scowl and the crown atop his head spilled shadowy fumes about him. The children gathered into a circle on the floor, sitting in silence -- no, not silence, reverence. The mirror made his way to an altar set into the wall. A basin filled with bubbling black blood was set within the stone altar and lit from above by some spectral form of crimson light. Here was the place it would begin again.
The children waited expectantly. The Mirror dipped a shadowy hand into the blood and lifted it to his lips. As he drank, strength flowed through him once more. Power flooded into his arms and his eyes burned brighter, flooding the cavern with radiant light he looked up to the ceiling, there gathered and huddled in the darkness were thousands of sleeping forms. The Mirror turned his attention to the children who waited, so patiently, such good children... they deserved a reward. They deserved a story.
"Such precious children, obedient and silent. You have earned a story, children. But this story is unlike any other I have told you, for you shall live it." His hand dipped into the blood again, but this time his fingers extended, etching symbols onto the wall behind the altar. "It begins before the coming of our new Lord, when the world was dark with rain and the Black Breath reached to cleanse the Lightbringer's blight. It was then that our Lord, our First Lord, asked me of children.
"Such a painful wound on the mind, heart and soul of our Lord, as his own son had been taken from him. But still he spoke to me of children, asking how to teach them and speak to them as I had done. How to love children as I did, and how to mold them in his own image." The Mirror drew the face of his master in the blood and then a smaller form beside him. The images took on a ghostly white sheen and began to move about one another. "My master could not have the children he wanted, so I made children from him and for him." The images danced and combined and then parted splitting into several small winged outlines. The Mirror smiled. "Now it is time for Ler Rhan to revisit his master's children and wake them from their slumber. Would you children like to help?"
The small shadow forms nodded their heads in unison and Ler Rhan, the Mirror, smiled once again. Tendrils of darkness began pouring from his mouth and from the top of his crown. A web-work stretched over his children, reaching to the top of the giant cavern and touching the motionless forms.
"Such good children. Take his blood, take the blood of my master, and feed his children. We shall wake them and then we shall take what is ours."
The children clamored one by one, by the tens, the hundred, then by the thousands to carry the black blood through the webs to the cavern's ceiling. There they dripped the viscous liquid into sleeping mouths and then fled to the safety of the floor below. Ler Rhan cast his red gaze toward the ceiling and marveled as the forms started moving.
"Good children, good." The tendrils retreated into his form and the children began clapping, leaping, dancing and playing again. The first Margul descended and landed before Ler Rhan. He bowed his head to the little creature and it spoke.
"Where is father?" It tilted its head to the side. "We awake and do not feel his call."
"Father is&resting." Ler Rhan responded and the children hushed. The little creature looked to the ceiling and his brethren. It looked back to Ler Rhan.
"We remember you. You are the Creator. You are the teacher, and despoiler. We shall serve as father wishes." It bowed low pulling its wings about it as it did. Ler Rhan nodded.
"We have much to do." His shadowy children, staring in awe, began crawling toward him, toward the little creature. "These are my children. There are many others coming, children of the new master. They will arrive soon and then we take the land above and claim it once again."
The little creature bowed its head again. It let out a call and above Ler Rhan thousands of wings began flapping and cries echoed through the cavernous halls.
- Lord Aerbax, the children of the Hopeslayer are wakened.
- Excellent. Continue with your efforts and rend the land asunder, drive out those who cling to the ideals of the Quiddity and loose my children on the world. Take back the home of your former master. Let me rest, the transformation is far from complete.
- As you wish, Lord Aerbax.
- "Go!" Ler Rhan commanded.
Through twisting tunnels and marred underworld, through darkness and through dampness they flew. To the surface, spreading like plague. Seeking a singular prey with efficient cruelty unseen to this world in millennia. Claw, tooth, spell and breath ripped and shredded the remaining forces of the Quiddity. They delved into strongholds built over long silenced geysers and tunnels of flame. As the purge neared its end Ler Rhan gathered his children close and brought them all back within his body, one by one.
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