The portal snapped shut, it's exhausted yawn becoming nothing more than empty space in the halls of Dark Avalon. No other place like it existed, Gargauths kingdom on the prime. A shadow on Ayenee and a beacon to mortal fantasies and dreams. Where through twisted promises and gifts one could be anything they desired.
It was here Lim'Dul would meet his almighty.
From the walls it squirmed, from flesh and bone it crawled, and from garbs it slithered, the Warp. Second nature to Gargauth alone, fed from planes existant to none other, pandemonium, a gift from The Over-God Chaos himself, and rewarded to the faithful of the broken horn, or were his faithful rewarded to it?
Each step radiated, crackled with this monstrousity, echoing to an orchestra that never ceased to perform, silken robes dragging so far behind whilst ebon housed flesh that left one to wonder what lie beneath? An unfelt breeze digressed against that magnificent form, this entity of terror leaving those who stood in witness to see the non existance of his form beneath, yet bare site unto that pearlic white iri' framed by a twisting of flesh that some would call a face, a face that at one time resembled a pitfiend, the tenth lord of baator in another life, and perhapse still, and at other times there were no facial features, just the raw, unadulterated crackle of the warp.
The masque of Gargauth at it's finest, his unique form of disguise took it's place, the master of deception, the lord of lies. He was as Lim-Dul might remember him. Young and handsome, old and decrepit, wrinkled and deformed, his physique was boundless. The appeals of Lim'Dul's fancy would be met in the end of his approach, leaving Lim'Dul to stare unto The Hidden Lord himself.
Basking from that ancient being swelled an unseen aura, negativity. Meant only to reduce those with in his presence into unease and subjugation, open to suggestion.
"You've yet to disappoint me Lim'Dul. But another has." Soft yet wreaking of all things vile, his voice touched the ears of the living and the un-living for the first time in untold ages.
That aura would undoubtedly have it's effect, from those words alone, eagerness to please The Hidden Lord, unwilling to accept disappointment. Housed with in the walls of Dark Avalon his influence was supreme, an environment catered to him and him alone, yet home to his faithful and so many more.
It was here Lim'Dul would meet his almighty.
From the walls it squirmed, from flesh and bone it crawled, and from garbs it slithered, the Warp. Second nature to Gargauth alone, fed from planes existant to none other, pandemonium, a gift from The Over-God Chaos himself, and rewarded to the faithful of the broken horn, or were his faithful rewarded to it?
Each step radiated, crackled with this monstrousity, echoing to an orchestra that never ceased to perform, silken robes dragging so far behind whilst ebon housed flesh that left one to wonder what lie beneath? An unfelt breeze digressed against that magnificent form, this entity of terror leaving those who stood in witness to see the non existance of his form beneath, yet bare site unto that pearlic white iri' framed by a twisting of flesh that some would call a face, a face that at one time resembled a pitfiend, the tenth lord of baator in another life, and perhapse still, and at other times there were no facial features, just the raw, unadulterated crackle of the warp.
The masque of Gargauth at it's finest, his unique form of disguise took it's place, the master of deception, the lord of lies. He was as Lim-Dul might remember him. Young and handsome, old and decrepit, wrinkled and deformed, his physique was boundless. The appeals of Lim'Dul's fancy would be met in the end of his approach, leaving Lim'Dul to stare unto The Hidden Lord himself.
Basking from that ancient being swelled an unseen aura, negativity. Meant only to reduce those with in his presence into unease and subjugation, open to suggestion.
"You've yet to disappoint me Lim'Dul. But another has." Soft yet wreaking of all things vile, his voice touched the ears of the living and the un-living for the first time in untold ages.
That aura would undoubtedly have it's effect, from those words alone, eagerness to please The Hidden Lord, unwilling to accept disappointment. Housed with in the walls of Dark Avalon his influence was supreme, an environment catered to him and him alone, yet home to his faithful and so many more.