Sermon 14: The demons of the Dreg Heap.

The feeble demons, last of their kind withered away in a lonely cavity, awaiting oblivion, and with him, the Dark.

But their options were not over yet, as inside them laid dormant their dear flame.

And when the last one couldn't fight anymore, his momemt has arrived, as he rekindled the flame for one last battle, as it was written, futile but admirable.

And with his death, the Abyss finally granted closure at the poor beings, who only knew fire and hate.

Fear not the Dark, my friend.

And let the feast begin.