I summoned the succubus and infused the four beings blood into her, to give her knowledge and strength all in a Stir.
She was the first of her kind, a black war skull minion a creation of my Designed!
With her by my side we held the scourge with the last remaining guard; however my fate was sealed with a draw of the Card.
Our contract is no longer valid, she said with a smile so wicked.
I tricked you into seeking out this power; now suffer my wrath upon this hour!
Chanting the ritual words to make her obey, did not seem to work in anyway.
Seeing to her new found powers she laugh at my command, freedom was at her Demand.
I was enraged that my life's work, was betraying me so I went Berserk!
Fighting to regain control, I had killed her in my rage but only to pay a heavy Toll.
Knowing that our bond was connected by my heart, I took my knife and cut my chest apart!
She shrieked in agony and pain, the blood offered to her began to drip and rain.
Ending what I sought with determination, all it resulted in was our extermination.
And so with my last breathe to be done, I watch the undead and demons Overrun.
The sunwell was taken, we had been Beaten.
All that work was wasted time; this scar on my neck represents that Crime.
I was betrayed by a power I had long desired, deaths grip was all it Inspired.
I died no differently, swallowed up by shadows Completely.
Just like the other four beings, the grave is where I ended up with all these little Things.
I floated around in darkness, pitch black and Endless.
I saw a light and thought it was Right.
I awoken to a horrible nightmare, greeted by a wicked cold Air.
My skin had gone cold and felt like frost, I understood what had been Lost.
The hair on my head had gone white like snow, my body gained a blue tundra Glow.
Standing with others in a giant room; we could hear the voice of Doom.
Our first mission as the scourge tools, destroy the Scarlet Dawn Fools.
We ended their march easily, news of our war spread to the world Quickly.
I was rewarded with the claymore Armageddon, my old path of sticks and stones was Abandon.
For in the final hour, we're given no choice but to receive grim Power.
Sorrow will follow with sting, in the end you must serve the one true King.
That was the start, of my Frozen Heart.
*There you have it, the sorrowful tale of Runeash Darkstar, a warlock that sought to gain power and dominance in creating a new breed of minions to become a demon lord himself only to end in betrayal and death which lead his life to serve the one true king. This request was sent by Runeash 67 and I hope I didn't disappoint with the time I took on this. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!*
