Snippet #1494374

The Entity of Creepycrawlies nearly fell to his knees as the monstrously beautiful Roc began to dissolve before him. Overwhelming emotions struck him, something he hadn't known in life. Nothing had left him so horribly empty. Nothing but death.
The monument to savagery and defilement was nothing now but black goo and blue smoke. Crestfallen, H'taed turned to the man who had approached him. glancing him up and down, before looking past him to the odd bird-dragon lady staring in awe at Endrykas. H'taed did not see the allure. The god was lord over nothing if death did not intervene.

But then, in a swirling blue mist, the goddess emerged. She commanded all of the insect-creature's attention, enveloping him in the aura of danger that surrounded her. When she spoke, the monster gave a step back, his iron mask slipping as the bugs beneath lost their grip on it. She was too much to be real. It was the embodiment of everything he worshiped, everything he was.
She was Death.

As Endrykas spoke again, H'taed snapped out of his trance, looking to the god. The man kneeling before him was a fool. He was pledging himself to an inferior god. There was no higher existance than that of Death, no greater peace. Life was horrible and short. Death was forever.