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Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For theblack hills consists of black souls, souls that already dies onethousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed theirblack art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far up inthe mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot reach.
The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age willescape my wrath.I travel through time and I return to the future.
Igather wisdom now lost.I visit again the eternally ancient caves,before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the mortals"discovering" my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknownto me. Once destroyed their souls are being summoned to my timelessprison of hate. It is delightful to feast upon the screaming soulsthat was destroyed in my future. How many wizards that serve me withevil.I know not. My empires has no limits. From the never endingmountains black, to the bottomless lakes.I am the ruler and has beenfor eternity's long. My wizards are many, but their essence is mine.
Forever there are in the hills in their stone homes of grief. Because
I am the spirit of their existence.I am them.
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