Deep within an unknown cavern-a single throne stood at the center of the ancient cave that spanned a hundred meters in every direction.
Within that dark room and sitting upon the black throne: Rested a powerful force...
Raw energy radiated from the throne that the beast sat upon. Smoke softly exhaling from his partially conscious body.
His crimson eyes glared through the fog within the cavern, as they lazily darted between different areas of his prison that had remained the same over countless years.
Pointing out of the backside of the throne-were bone antlers that formed the shape of a fractured crown. When facing the beast upon the black throne, all one would be able too see through the smoke would be the haze of crimson that followed his deathly gaze, as well as the bloody glimmer of the broken war-axe that leaned against his throne.
His thoughts waivered between countless what-ifs, as his mind grew numb from the endless voices that called out towards him-requesting him and beckoning his every action.
Rakshaa, The Onslaught... They had once called him, first general of blood-trolls... The first species of "Monster" to ever gain true intelligence...
His low rumbling voice cracked through the room like a subsonic wave.
The smoke cleared his breath and travelled throughout the room like toxic cloud, murdering any insects that dare intrude his asylum.
The true form of The Onslaught revealed itself in the cleared up cavern.
Crimson skin riddled with scars from wars that occurred before humans themselves knew how too harness energy.
Arms and legs the size of tree trunks, with a bulking bare torso with dark stains of blood mixed with the patchwork done to his crimson skin.
A belt with a black cloth loosely blew with the wind-rattling the empty skulls that had been strapped onto a rope that hung from the belt.
Rakshaa's troll-ish face was built like a chiseled cube of rock, with a single broken tusk protruding out from the corner of his giant lip.
"I was once a god among kings... They called me mighty and feared my very presence..." His words didn't dare echo within that cavern...
He continued, with far more wrath within his voice. "I have not been checked upon in two hundred years..." Trailing off with a low and terrifying chuckle-his elbow scraped against the stone arm of the throne like rock grinding against rock.
"The last guy who checked on me... Found himself a ride upon my belt." He stood... Cracking the ancient granite flooring as he did so.
The room seemed different now... As his echo rang throughout the cavern like a song... Meaning that something far more sinister than him lurked within the same confines...
Cold fingers touched the temples of each side of Rakshaa's giant skull, and the temptations of addiction began to eat away at what reasoning the monstrum had left.
His knee buckled as his eyes began to fade into the backside of his skull.
"Do forgive me... I require your tempered soul for something beyond your imagination..." A sick and tempting woman's voice whispered within his ear.
"Vile Goddess!" Rakshaa spat as his mind was washed over like rushing water with whatever neuro-toxin the woman had spread throughout his mind...
Hextra sighed happily, flopping onto the stone throne with an eventual snicker.
"Within the Golden Gates... Three thrones inhabited by three children... Bickering and squabbling-the children fought and raged and sinned in order to destroy the other thrones... However, there lies a land beyond the Golden Gates... A land where heaven distorts itself into the stars... Chase of House Tartarus... The final child that will start the war between all of reality itself..." Hextra grinned, retelling the prophecy that had gotten her farther than she could have ever imagines...
"It doesn't seem so far off now... Doesn't it my crimson consort..." She said, biting her lip as her green gaze pierced the crimson troll's limp body.