Cold... no light... cast out like all of my brethren.
Yet I feel... a pull... I'm slowly falling down... or is it rising up?
Blind and idiotic, that is what we are in this prison... this prison somehow released me... birthed me... an incomplete soul.
Warmth... a blinding flash... dragged in this weird shell... am I... human?
No, I am still demon... although I have been given flesh by my Lord and Master, Erebos. I have to do his bidding, just like all of his servants on this forsaken land... Rune-Midgard.
I am here as a watcher though, not a conqueror. Those marked by Erebos can indeed sometime benefit from my wisdom, and even from my help, from time to time.
But there are edicts that even I can't transgress... and the servants of Thea still remain strong... and amongst them the most brilliant of angel, the most blessed of Maiden. She-Who-Serves-The-Box... that is what we call her down in the Pits of Hell. You know her as Pandora here.
I still have to follow the edicts she calls down from the Heavens. So at times I'll even have to help and guide the followers of Light. But don't get me wrong, I still know for sure that you worms will be defeated by our Forces in due time...
Brace yourself, weep and despair... for I am the Herald of Erebos, the vanguard of his armies... soon you will all be cleansed in the searing flames of Chaos.
May Erebos cleanse you in the searing flames of Chaos.
