Dracuil’s mass was in the throne of his home, the Dark Chapel. It wasn’t his first home; he started in another realm. However, this was one that he could truly call his own, and one where he would have peace and privacy that none of his brethren could afford.

It was a place from which all would fall…

Of course, that would take time. This “Earth” sector he had discovered only within the past couple hundred years proved to be, from his initial observations, one where considerable power could be attained - a good starting point for once more expanding across realms. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes that he had made last time.

The results of his works were proving successful. More and more out of the ordinary events had come onto Earth, and the balance was ripe to be tipped in his favor when he would unleash his hordes, just like he had done with Helisum. He still recalled the fall of that realm with fondness. The face of the queen as her realm fell around her while he slew her was priceless. The Witch had cursed her before he could absorb the soul, which was just fine. Perhaps he would have the opportunity to kill her a second time, in the same situation, with the world burning.

Of course, first things first.

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Nartholan disliked the Talinth dimension. Filled with rather uncivilized beasts who had the intelligence of farm plebs from his home realm.

He laid in a tower, just a little ways from the Dark Chapel, when he heard his master’s call.

[color=darkred]”It is time. Locate and eliminate the heros of Earth and steer the Vanguard in their direction. The Witch already knows what to do…”[/color]

He signed. Just one day of rest… oh well, multiple lifetimes serving him did come at a price. Apparently the price was his peace.

He stepped through the portal that had conveniently opened besides him, finding himself at the back end of what appeared to be festivities. The colors almost overwhelmed him. The Talinth dimension was dark, stained with the tint of red and rarely involving color outside black and red. There was every conceivable color here, almost as vibrant as his… old home…

Steeling himself, he knew he would have to start somewhere. He looked at a booth with various bugs of different compositions flying around it. Earth was strange indeed, to have such oddly colored bugs… he stepped up to one of them and tried to touch it with his finger.