[spoiler]Panzer, don't cut yourself on all that edge! Seriously, I was in a terrible mood, found a playlist to make my mood worse, and spit this out onto my screen. Enjoy![/spoiler] “Witness! Witness, wretches, demons, outcasts! Witness, priests, nobles, knights! WATCH AS YOUR FAITH CRUMBLES. WATCH AS YOUR WALLS FALL. LOOK UPON ME AND KNOW THAT YOU, [i]YOU[/i] BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF!” He screamed. He screamed, screeched, yelled. Spittle flew from his lips, and his vocal cords tore themselves apart in protest, but he would not be stopped, and most definitely not by himself. “You took her! The one thing I had heart for, the single creature upon this god-forsaken earth I cared about, and you took her away! [i]You thought I would let it pass? Let it by? My only love? [/i] MY ONLY LOVE!” “FORWARD, ONWARD, MARCH ON MY WAR ENGINES! MARCH ON, GRAND ARMY! GO FORTH, YOU LEGIONS OF UNDEAD! POUR OUT UNTO THIS EARTH AS I POUR MY WRATH UNTO THE HEAVENS!” He turned his eyes skyward, he faced the stars. The dwelling places of Gods, where they would watch and protect them all. [i]Protect![/i] What fatal irony! “YOU GREAT WATCHERS! DIVINE PROTECTORS! WHAT DO YOU SAY TO MY CONQUEST? TO MY HATE? YOU TWINKLE AND MOVE ACROSS THE SKY, BUT NEVER INTERFERE WHEN I CALL OUT?” “WHAT SAY YOU, CREATOR? WHAT SAY YOU, MOST HIGH? SAY SOMETHING! YOU TOOK MY LOVE, THE ONLY CARE! YOU TOOK HER, AND DO NOT EVEN BLINK TONIGHT? NOT ONCE, NOT ANY OF YOU!” His hoarse voice gave out. He could no longer even whisper. He had thrown his rage, his hatred, his wrath at all that had wronged him, but he was not done. Upon flashing his hand in magical signs, his body fell lifeless, and a new one took form. His great magics, his greatest achievement! He cared nothing for it now. He cared for nothing. “Then, what say YOU, people of the world? Forsaken by your gods as you cry out! Forsaken by your creator as you are slaughtered under foot and blade. Why do you insist on wailing so? Do you not understand my pain now? [i]Understand me?[/i]” He took a deep breath. “SILENCE THEIR WAILING!” He cried out to his armies, and they complied. Upon the earth not a living thing was left. Swathes of grass were burned to stop them from screeching out their insufferable noise. Human strongholds obliterated with the power of the very gods they cried out to, Starfire raining upon their battlements. The whole world shook, shook with the same agony that he felt. He was Tormal, He was Pain, and soon all else would feel his agony. He screeched out one last wordless cry, one last ode to pain, and tore out his vocal cords. He would simply reform a body if he needed. For now, He had a mission. He gathered his forces onto great aircraft, so large that the world itself became nothing but an unnotable rock amongst asteroids, thanks to the extracted material. The craft took him and his armies out, out into the cosmos. He would find the one who killed his love, and they would pay. Along the way, so would all of the so-called Gods that stood by, and listened silently to his pained wailing. They listened to his pain in silence, and he would do the same to them. His vow to his lover was complete. Thus marks the birth of Tormal, Wordless King, and Lord of Torment.