Hail Chthon

And so to meet one doom that would snuff out life in oblivion, was to invoke the most evilest of all beings that rather be invoking tribute upon the people themselves. As of yet he wore a tunic and some breeches, instead of the Egyptian national robes. Finding himself suddenly feeling from a distance the very presence of the man who birthed the Darkhold and the curse that plagues the very mind of Pyrrhus. Ah well, there aren't any desert syndrome, from a distance away he realized this presence from ALL probabilities to be Chthon. A super powerful entity that took hold from the other, and yet now the barriers were weakened with nobody to hold it up. No Sorcerer Supreme, not even a presence to counteract this volatile force had given leeway and liberty for this great being to invoke himself into the world. Oh wait, it wasn't morning, it was dusk. Where light held aloft in front of the Other.

He walked to the Other, and kneeled to him with due respect, resisting such urges to scratch his ailing crotch in lieu to the presence of the man who would best be called the progenitor of himself subsequently. He knew the name because he dabbled into the studies of his curse and from where it stemmed from, all leading to such a dark and evil presence such as he. Older and more primal than even the Olympians themselves. Better Olympus burns for all he cares as he follows the one he feels most links towards as far as it may be. Chthon in Greek means Earth curiously enough.

"Glory to you o' Lord Chthon, I have slain these cattle as tribute to your illustriousness, your terrible and woeful form is one step closer to breaking free from the entrapment which anchors you away from other dimensions. We are ready to usher in a reign of darkness and terror on your behalf, and ring forth your name in all swathes of the realm in glorious conquest." He praises, dark thoughts mired in every way with this presence to be a great power even in a mortal vessel unassuming as the mask he dons, "But sadly my functions of freeing you is lacking, my role as bringing your freedom to fruition is done, as the part for conquest is yet to be realized. We are at the precipece of a new age, and you shall be the Herald as obvious as it may be. Soon, all will fear the name Chthon as we usher in an epoch of darkness and strife!"

"YOU HAVE DONE WELL LESSER GOD" a voice rumbled throughout the heavens above, the host of Chthon would then move outside of the ten with the Darkhold in hand. "Very well indeed, your duties here are completed. I will be back but first there is a pesky bird demanding my attention" opening the book the host would stay and chant words into the air which strengthened and solidified the Dark Lord's hold on this dimension.

Had the mage's not been slaughtered Chthon could have only manifested through the host but as it was the whole God was back to his old haunt. Fully Empowered already the God simply grew with power as his host began reciting more and more words.

Yes Pyrrhus would be of use once he had finished off this entity in space, his reign on earth could then begin. More indestructible than the DarkHold his creation the presence would seemingly be gone, his whole energy leaving into space while his host remained behind chanting spells that powered the dark lord continually.

-Chthon Exit-

The rift sprung open ripping asunder what keeps the Other-Realm separate from the realm of this universe, anchoring him into this existence in his fullest and most terrible of form. A cosmic entity that perhaps is as ancient as the Phoenix Force itself, coming into play as elaborate rituals beyond understanding took advantage of the sudden lack of reinforced barriers to keep Chthon out. A lack of Sorcerer Supreme had cemented the final coming of Chthon with the aid of the Darkhold, and the Collective's very own efforts to bring about a truly evil being.

The very manifestation of chaotic energy itself as he had told from every probability to be coming as nigh and woe to all creation of life or the potential to it. Pyrrhus nodded and made away from the host, as he has much to report back, or more specifically, ensure that no Sorcerer Supreme's bestow their presence now or are called upon the vigil to guard the world from Chthon's very own presence. He could not dare hear the dark words that filter through his ears from the Darkhold, such a foul book for even a Flesh-Eater such as he mustn't be beheld, these are the words only the Other should hear and keep to himself.

[EXIT]