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For thousands of years he had been alone, hiding from his enemies.
Once he had been a Lord. He had thousands of demons under his command, until that day.
A Human mage from the other Realm had summoned him. Summoned him to Faerun.
The wizard was weak; he had easily broken through his protections and killed him. He was free in the realm of the Mortals.
The feast begun, soul after soul he ate, they were so weak. He used his demonic powers to disintegrate their bodies, so only the essence
of their souls were left, in the shape of a worm. Oh, how he feasted, dozens of souls every day.
His overconfidence was his undoing in the end, so far did he underestimate the mortals that when the Paladins of Torm, Ilmater, and Tyr came against him, he had left his defenses down and they banished him back to the hells from which he had spawned.
On his return his army had turned against him. The new Lord defeated him in his weakened state, and he was forced to flee.
His new home was a burning rock in the middle of nowhere. From time to time souls that have got lost from the stream came close to his small dominion.
He feasted on them, but they were not enough for him to regain his full strength.
Suddenly he heard a call. White flashes were everywhere, then darkness.
He slowly opened his eyes. He was back on the plane of the mortals, Faerun.
He saw two people and rushed against them, right into a barrier.
He had been summoned by a cleric, but his wards were weak. He would get through in mere minutes.
"I have a gift for you" he heard a voice say. He looked down on the small people. "A priestess soul, there may be more to come"
He stopped to slam on the barrier, he saw the cleric was about to send him back. "What do you want mortal?"
"Power" the golden armored person said. "Give me power, and I will give you souls.
He took a small ring and tossed to the man. "Here, bring me more souls, and I will reward you"
This soul will worship me from this Realm. I will get more souls from this mortal, and they will make me an army for my return here.
He turned her heart into a soul worm and placed it into his belt. He had to be strong, not to feast on it, he needed the mortal alive.
The Cleric banished him back, and he was on his burning rock.
I must gather strength; I will go closer to the stream of souls and feast.
Once he had been a Lord. He had thousands of demons under his command, until that day.
A Human mage from the other Realm had summoned him. Summoned him to Faerun.
The wizard was weak; he had easily broken through his protections and killed him. He was free in the realm of the Mortals.
The feast begun, soul after soul he ate, they were so weak. He used his demonic powers to disintegrate their bodies, so only the essence
of their souls were left, in the shape of a worm. Oh, how he feasted, dozens of souls every day.
His overconfidence was his undoing in the end, so far did he underestimate the mortals that when the Paladins of Torm, Ilmater, and Tyr came against him, he had left his defenses down and they banished him back to the hells from which he had spawned.
On his return his army had turned against him. The new Lord defeated him in his weakened state, and he was forced to flee.
His new home was a burning rock in the middle of nowhere. From time to time souls that have got lost from the stream came close to his small dominion.
He feasted on them, but they were not enough for him to regain his full strength.
Suddenly he heard a call. White flashes were everywhere, then darkness.
He slowly opened his eyes. He was back on the plane of the mortals, Faerun.
He saw two people and rushed against them, right into a barrier.
He had been summoned by a cleric, but his wards were weak. He would get through in mere minutes.
"I have a gift for you" he heard a voice say. He looked down on the small people. "A priestess soul, there may be more to come"
He stopped to slam on the barrier, he saw the cleric was about to send him back. "What do you want mortal?"
"Power" the golden armored person said. "Give me power, and I will give you souls.
He took a small ring and tossed to the man. "Here, bring me more souls, and I will reward you"
This soul will worship me from this Realm. I will get more souls from this mortal, and they will make me an army for my return here.
He turned her heart into a soul worm and placed it into his belt. He had to be strong, not to feast on it, he needed the mortal alive.
The Cleric banished him back, and he was on his burning rock.
I must gather strength; I will go closer to the stream of souls and feast.
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