Wanderings of Darkness

Human, spoke the Lord of Terror,

Together we shall rule.

Release destruction, release pure hatred,

The aspects that are true.

...

Upon his forehead the Soulstone burned,

Radiating power untold.

Echoing with terror incarnate,

Devouring his fragile soul.

...

Eastward went the warrior,

No longer standing tall.

The Dark Wanderer he had become,

The vessel of Heaven's fall.

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To Aranoch's deserts he thus went,

Cloaked in darkness' spells.

To return the three Prime Evils,

To their rightful place in Hell.

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And thus darkness returned to Tristiram,

The town that he had saved.

The one who'd been its savior,

Was cursed for his remaining days.