A/N: Yeah, I always tell myself not to do sequels like this, and somehow it always ends up happening.
Go figure.
This one will have a considerably darker overtone than Indisposition did, because, let's face it, I like that sort of thing. Sue me. Actually, don't. I don't have any money. On that note, I'll go ahead and say that I don't own any actual SC characters used in this fic. All other characters, however, I do own and am fiercely protective of. You steal, and I kick your arse to the moon and back... You know the drill. Also, reviews! They make me vereh happeh. Please and thank ye.
So, uh, if you haven't already, you should seriously consider reading Indisposition before you read this one, or else it isn't going to make a whole lot of sense. It isn't going to make a whole lot of sense ANYWAY, but you'll be considerably less confused if you read the predecessor.
PROLOGUE : PRINCE WITHOUT A KINGDOM, TRUTH WITHOUT A CAUSE
Lead us to glory, son of Z'xolkuloth.
The world falls.
Lead us to glory, Khthon.
Unfeasibly alien, and yet at once wholly, unnervingly familiar.
Lead us to glory, Zuranthus.
Mine, these obsidian walls... and mine the realms beyond.
Lead us to glory, child of the dark...
The Abyss yawns wide... Claws sharpened on the dead. The Abyss yawns wide... Ensanguined fangs agleam. I feel it... the omniverse exists within me. Every fiber of my being ablaze with cosmic fire... Humankind, behold your creators. Behold your destroyers.
Lead us to glory...
See the might which you wield! You know who you are, do you not? Behold, the ghost of a king as yet unborn! He is the scourge, the cleansing fire, the purifying storm, the cataclysm given corporeal form. Who are you, my son?
Lead us to glory, let us rise in our splendor once more! Lead us to glory, Great Khthon!