Malachive....... AWAKE!

A young man awoke from his sleep. His features were both pale and handsome. Long black hair fell behind his head and his eyes were as black as the darkness itself.

A woman stood next to his bed. To say she was attractive would be to say that Giant Ogres were only mildly tall compared to humans. She was both beautiful and seductive with every gesture and every breath. Malachive knew her the moment he noticed her standing before him.

"Mother?" He asked.

Drakkara nodded a simple nod and begin to speak in mocking tones.

"You sleep? You have been in this realm far too long, my son. What else have they trained you to do? Eat? Work? Pay debts?"

Drakkara sat at the end of his bed and briefly touched his right cheek.

"I have found you, and within a blink of time you are already a man in this world. I could take you home now, but your father has plans for you. Already events are in motion and we have begun a holy revolution. Churches of Necrucifer have arose and become powerful. The Gods of 'light' as they call themselves have followed in his example and have begun organized churches of their own. Already priests are being trained to bring others to their side. A true holy war has begun."

"What does father require of me, mother?"

"You will know in due time. In the meantime, know that you are mortal here. Keep yourself alive. Seek those who are strong to protect you. You can die here and if you do, it will be for good."

"And if I do well? Will father allow me to return home and to have the full power of my birthright? Do I finally get to be able to be a God? Do I..."

"Sleep, my child. The answers and more will come in due time. Do what you can to stay alive while oppressing these new churches and their priests. Rewards have an interesting way of working out."

With a wave of her hand, Malachive slumbered once again. Dreaming of the darkness which he so enjoyed, a smirk crossed his lips.

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(ooc: See help priest.)