Your hatred drives you insane, K'arkh, yet the only one deserving of hatred is yourself. Once you were the best work of our Creator, yet you envied everything else that he created. ‘’Your only hope lies in saving these people. His voice carried no anger, only steeled resolve, with a light hint of fatigue. Lightning started to course through Judge's body. Perhaps it's a sign that you can't run from fate, isn't it? Remember how HE said that one day you'll protect those you hate and despise so much? You laughed and called his words a child's prattling, and yet today it will come to pass.’’ I never forget you.’’ K'arkh stood straight and turned to face the man behind him.
‘’Do you remember me, K'arkh? Do you?’’ came a whisper from behind the ruler of Dagan-Nuhr. K'arkh and the others spread death wherever they went, and nothing would ever compare to the pleasure they felt. Blood, surprise in the eyes of victims, blood again, and death, death, death. The gate brought the Negators to Dominion's exact center, and the game began. He stepped forward and entered the Outland portal.ĭarkness gave way to light, so bright it made K'arkh's sensory organs screech in hatred as they began readjusting to discern the world around. K'arkh knew himself, and his own wishes.Įverything would go as usual: the four Negators of All Creation would devour yet another world until nothing remained, and K'arkh would return to the endless abyss of Dagan-Nuhr. A queen of one of many planets, she wielded the gift of prescience, but here and now the pesky wretch was wrong. Ilyssa the Weaver, his partner in battle and one of the Negators herself, had a voice that K'arkh found incredibly annoying. ‘’You're too self-conceited, K'arkh, one of four Negators of All Creation! Turn around, for you are seeing these skies for the last time!’’
Ilyssa's voice reached him a second after he started walking to the portal. A familiar heat started to spread across his body, nothing unusual when enjoyable and exciting work awaits.
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K'arkh recalled past shifts, the cries of the dying, and his own unquestionable strength and power, full of endless hatred for the world that dared surround him. Another journey to take, another world to visit, another little death. The gate almost opened, and he was to be the second to enter it, right after Brog.
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