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The Portal
Had he been a lesser
being, the state of complete blackness with no feeling at all, would have driven
his conscience mind insane. But of course, a lesser being trapped upon the
abyssal plane would not be conscious. Here, time ment nothing. This was the
plain that that existed before everything and would exist for eternity. It
was everything and nothing. An insult to all life, yet perfect at the same
time, and trapped within it, along with all the other fools who had dared to
meddle with the powers of time, was the entity of the once great Lord of
Change, Amon Chakai. Amon was used to 'walking 'in the realm of Chaos, but
even there, in the darkness of Chaos, were forms and shapes, images and
enrgies that allowed Daemons to maintain a certain awareness of reality. Amon
began to wonder what the great advantage of being a Daemon was. He would be
trapped here forever, beyond the reach of his god, while a mortal would have
no acknowledgement of his present state and sleep forever. For an immortal,
this was tuely the worst of all fates. The Daemon had, however, tried to
psychologically prepare himself for the eternity ahead, but his concentration
had always been broken by flashes of images of his last moments upon the
material plain.............. "Sire, once the
portal is activated, what do you wish for me to do?" asked the Daemon
prince of Tzeentch standing beside his master. Amon Chakai had been standing
on the same spot for weeks, right infront of the shimmering portal, with his
taloned hands resting by his side.
Occasionally he had whispered strange words and it was clear to the
second apprentice that he was deep in concentration. But he had to know what
to do once the ritual was complete, lest he might do something wrong. Gathering up yet more
courage, Morzaphron spoke:" Sire, I...." "where is
Pantaphrak?" asked Amon suddenly, still with his eyes closed. " He...I do not
know, master. Last I saw of him was before he left to do battle with the
armies of SlythRa. I know not the outcome of the battle. Shall i send out a
sco......" "Leave the
Chamber, MorZaphron," said Amon, " and do not let
anyone enter no matter what happens. I am not sure how the portal operates
and I cannot afford disturbance in the slightest. Do i make myslef clear? " Yes
master" whispered the apprentice. After bowing low, Morzaphron turned
and left the chamber, shutting the huge oaken doors as he left and locking
them. As he was about to climb the long spiral stair case that led up to the
surface, Morzaphron sensed a presence behind him. Turning quikly, he was
shocked to find who it was. "Pantaphrak?!" The clear and still
suface of the portal suddenly began to shake and ripples flowed towards the
middle. Amon could hear the humming of the portal in his ears, and let a
smile come to his lips. The process was nearly complete. The ground beneath
his feet began to tremble and Amon fought hard to keep concentration. The
Daemon snapped open his eyes and at the same instance, the watery surface of
the portal recoiled, leaving a howling black hole in its place. The robes the
Daemon wore fluttered violently as he stepped towrds the portal. This was IT! "Master"
said the unknown voice. Amon Chakai spun
around to confront his apprentice. "I ordered no
one to enter! And where have you been?! I...." "I thought you
might need this, sire" interrupted Pantaphrak, stretching out his hand
which grasped hold of Amon's personnal Warpstaff. "I was looking
for that!" snapped Amon as he siezed the staff from his apprentices'
hand. "now
leave!!" As Amon turned and
took another step towards the portal, he did not notice the grin worn by his
departing apprentice. Nor did he notice the rotting hole on the side of the
Daemon’s face. "Farewell,
Master" whispered Pantaphrak, closing the oak doors and stepping over
the corpse of Morzaphron. Amon felt a sudden
pain in the hand holding the staff. He was about to inspect it when the
howling wind of the portal suddenly stopped. Amon glanced up and felt a
shiver run down his spine. All was deathly quiet. Was this supposed to
happen? Then the Daemon felt dizzy and sank to his knees, his body overcome
with weakness. Amon's mind raced with fears. Something was wrong, something
was VERY wrong. As the Daemon was about to try and stand, a dripping noise
caught his attension. As he looked up at the towering portal, he knew for
sure that something was wrong. A think, noxious, green slime dripped from the
bottom of the protal and ran down the stairs. Amon tried to stand again, but
slipped as the slime flowed underneath him. Using his staff as a
prop, he pulled himself to his feet and moved backwards, his eyes fixed on
the oozing slime. The Daemon's eyes widened in horror when he suddenly saw a
huge rotting claw emerge from the portal and reach out towards him. Spells
off protection slipped from his mind, and Amon found himself stuck to the
spot. Amon screamed more from fear than pain as the huge rotting hand closed
around his slim body and dragged him towards the portal. Amon saw a sea of
writhing maggots on the potal's suface, and he was being carried towards it!
The Daemon reached down into his reserve powers and summoned forth a spell of
teleportation. A thunderous blast rang in his hears and Amon was dropped onto
the slime drenched floor. The great claw loomed over him and a hideous roar
of rage resonated from the portal. Bits of rock started to crumble off the
construction and the black hole, that was originaly there, reappeared with
the dissapearance of the claw. More rock and ash fell from way above, and
Amon ran toward the oaken doors. The daemon desperatly tried to open the
doors, but to no avial, something had magically sealed it. Of course,
Pantaphrak! All along it had been SlythRa!! Another huge
explosion caused the Daemon to turn his attension back towards the gate. A
huge fireball raced towards him and engulfed the Daemon. The portal then began
to suck the fire back into itself, dragging Amon along with it. At the last moment, the terribly burnt Amon caught hold of one the top steps leading up to the portal as a ferocious wind sucked everything in. The Daemon could feel his grip loosening and with his dying breath he screamed in rage and was sucked into the blackness. |
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