Four vastly different souls from different parts of the globe
With abilities as varied as the colors of their hair.
One delighted in cruelty; one was quite venomous
One corrupt as they came; one, perhaps just an illusion.
Their minds were twisted to the service of evil
By false promises of eternal power and life.
Each wore a unique armor designed to suit his power.
Perhaps they could have conquered the world.
Anubis, the Dark Warlord of Cruelty.
Sekhmet, the Dark Warlord of Venom.
Kale, the Dark Warlord of Corruption.
Deus, the Dark Warlord of Illusion.
All four ruled by a unique virtue:
Loyalty.
Piety.
Obedience.
Serenity.
Formidable foes, even when alone.
Deadly on the rare times they worked together.
Four Dark Warlords embroiled in a struggle,
Not knowing but what their master told them.
What sort of hold could he have over these four?
Surely it can be broken...can't it?