"His destiny is to rule that world and prepare it for my commands yet he works with his hands as a carpenter," moaned Necrucifer. His voice echoed through the darkness followed by a rumbling shake.

Pale, sleek hands massaged his form. "Is the world not going as you have planned, my love?" Drakkara smiled with sarcasm.

Necrucifer growled. "Summon Goratrix. This is his failure. He has done nothing to prepare for Malachive's rule nor has he been an effective leader of the other Demons."

Drakkara suddenly took great offense. "This is Goratrix's failure? What direction have you given him? The only time you have ever spoken to him was when you cast him out transforming him into a Demon!"

"SILENCE YOURSELF. You may be my mate but you will not forget yourself and your place in my service! If you ever defend him again as you have before you will be sorry." screamed Necrucifer.

Drakkara started to argue back, but stopped herself, and smiled mischievously. "As you wish.... 'my lord'". This comment filled with sarcasm. Drakkara quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Necrucifer turned around and willed Goratrix beside him. "You know not who you serve. You are a failure now as you were before you were transformed. Perhaps time in the Abyss will teach you a lesson. You no longer are my Demon Lord." Goratrix slowly rose to speak, stretching his wings with a leathery crackle. As he approached his father, Necrucifer with only a thought put more pain into Goratrix's body than that of a hundred dying warriors.

Pain enveloped the demon. It was a good sensation at first, one he had missed for some time. As he began to revel in the rising agony, he realized there would be no end in sight to this pain. From glory to defeat, Goratrix doubled over as his vision went crimson with both rage and pain. His gaping jaws opened, releasing a chilling howl... But no one could hear him. As the pain bubbled away, his eyes refocused to his own horror. A group of people, yet not people, gathered about him. He looked about, feeling the pull of their energy. His father had said the Abyss?

As his mind focused slowly, the cold chills of ice-torn winds dug into his hardened skin, and the frigid stone clutched at him. He looked out at the wavering forms before him... All souls he had taken in before his leave of this place. He had returned. After the eternity spent escaping, he had been replaced in the same god's forsaken hole, left to rot and gather more souls. His mind raced to rage, as he jerked his body into standing, ready to release his full fury open those closest to him. A freezing blast of wind sent him to his knees before he could take his first movement. In his weakened state, he forgot the agony he had just endured.

Goratrix looked to the heavens, extending his fisted talons. "I served you, you wretch! I served you!!", He cried, as his throat bubbled over with warm liquid. Alarmed, his gaze fell. The cold stone was covered, as was his body, in warmth. He finally had noticed he was bleeding.