Ancient Demon of the Abyss
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The mighty Demon-lord Lucafik lumbered into the thrown room. His hulking figure seemed to tower over the others in the room. He made an loud, audible sigh and bowed on one knee to the Necromancer. In a deep, rumbling voice he spoke with power and confidence. "Master, the hordes are armed and prepared for the invasion. It wont be long before my darkness spreads across the land with never ending hunger." Lucafik was full of pride as he Kyros gave the command for him to rise... Then came the scolding. Kyros turned towards the demon and looked upwards with fury unlike anything he had ever seen in the abyss. At his full height, Lucafik was almost eight feet tall. But looking down on the Necromancer a cold shiver went up his spine.
Then Kyros spoke.
With reverence Lucafik fell to his knees once again...
"YOUR DARKNESS?! I AM THE DARKNESS YOU COWERING FOOL! NOW RISE AND FULFILL YOUR MASTERS COMMAND!"
"Yes my lord" Lucafik replied. "My soul is yours to command..."
The Necromancer turned away and sat on his thrown.
"I want you to divide the horde. Assign one general to each region. Offer the Warlords a chance to bow to their new master. If they do not, then leave none alive..."
Lucafik stood once again to his feet and left the thrown room. "So be it my lord."
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