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It's a cold dark day, like every other in that place. The thin air stinging every fiber of your being. The dark mishapen landscape piercing into the very fabric of your soul. But The Wrythrim knew that there was no reason to be miserable. For her time on this planet was limited. The spell binding her here was getting weaker every day. Her exile was almost up. Than she could leave this miserable prison planet in the outer reaches of space and finally destroy the worlds. But there was one problem, that wretched curse that he said on his pathetic last breath. She knew that if she found the kid first, that curse would be as dead their coward father. She exhaled, the acidic air torching her lungs. All she had to do was wait.
The day is bright, flames of fury flicker everywhere. The Moonlord knew that Wrythrim's time was almost up. He was the farthest thing from ready, and she knew that. He had first been exiled to this measly corner of the universe. Then, his pathetic brother died to a mere mortal. Now here he sat, nearly helpless in the face of what was to come. He needed to get to the child first. With the power of that child, the moonlord would be immortal. No mere child would be the mighty moonlord's undoing; what were they thinking? A child to kill an elder god? But then he knew, that child was a threat if he got to old; considering their parents, at least. But he needed to get there first. The moonlord's face lit up with a devilish smile. This was going to be his time.
The overseer remembered when he was first banished to this ruinous dungeon. The pain and the anguish he had felt, having his rule stripped away. Now, he was trapped in the very place that he had once ruled. The dungeon was clotting up with more and more spirits and souls. Strange beings morphed together out of them. They were getting more dangerous, some even rivaling his power. But it was almost time, he was soon to escape. He consumed the souls of this dungeon, he could crush the one who imprisoned him here. But he knew that the one he wanted dead was long gone. But he heard word of the child of his enemy. So he knew what he wanted to do.
To be continued...