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p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Somewhere in Japan, in the deepest pits of hell, in the darkest shadows of the mountains, the earth moved. A landslide clears a path down sharp slopes, desiccates a small rural farming community, fills a ravine and dams a river. The reporters say it was caused by a natural shift in the earths plates, though a minor one. Search and rescue workers will struggle tirelessly to dig out survivors, and mark the graves of those who were buried alive./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Somewhere in Japan, in the deepest shadows of hell, in the darkest pits of the mountains, the earth cries. A seal has been broken, and the natural balance of good and evil has shifted. It is a shift that has been so feared, even the Gods tremble./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"But even as evil smiles from his pit in the ground, those who do not tremble, prepare. For a war is coming, and fate is a cruel mistress, even to the Gods. Even more so to the Gods, for daring to think they can control Her./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"In his pit, evil waits, for this is just the beginning. He is free, after century upon century of imprisonment; in those centuries, he has learned a great many things. Patience is a virtue, though he is not a creature of many virtues. And revenge is a dish best served cold, though he would prefer to make them suffer in the same fires of hell he suffered in./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"He thinks of his toy, of his puppet, of the one who had woken him. So pitiful really, to think he would ever emactually/em gain true power. What the boy had been was a tool, nothing more, nothing less. A means to an end, a painful end for daring to think he deserved more./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"He thinks of his enemies, both the ones who tremble, and the ones who do not. Those who cower will be of use, for they are infinitely useless in any other way. They will help bring about the downfall of those who do not quake, and their deaths will be quick, if not pleasant./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"He thinks of his enemies, and relishes making them suffer for betraying him. Enemies had once been friends, trusted, beloved friends. Friends who had tricked him, injured him, sealed him. Friends who had locked him way for over a thousand centuries, and gone on to live their lives./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Yes, revenge was best served cold, but he would make them burn. /p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"o.O.o/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Word Count - 408/p
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p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Somewhere in Japan, in the deepest pits of hell, in the darkest shadows of the mountains, the earth moved. A landslide clears a path down sharp slopes, desiccates a small rural farming community, fills a ravine and dams a river. The reporters say it was caused by a natural shift in the earths plates, though a minor one. Search and rescue workers will struggle tirelessly to dig out survivors, and mark the graves of those who were buried alive./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Somewhere in Japan, in the deepest shadows of hell, in the darkest pits of the mountains, the earth cries. A seal has been broken, and the natural balance of good and evil has shifted. It is a shift that has been so feared, even the Gods tremble./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"But even as evil smiles from his pit in the ground, those who do not tremble, prepare. For a war is coming, and fate is a cruel mistress, even to the Gods. Even more so to the Gods, for daring to think they can control Her./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"In his pit, evil waits, for this is just the beginning. He is free, after century upon century of imprisonment; in those centuries, he has learned a great many things. Patience is a virtue, though he is not a creature of many virtues. And revenge is a dish best served cold, though he would prefer to make them suffer in the same fires of hell he suffered in./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"He thinks of his toy, of his puppet, of the one who had woken him. So pitiful really, to think he would ever emactually/em gain true power. What the boy had been was a tool, nothing more, nothing less. A means to an end, a painful end for daring to think he deserved more./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"He thinks of his enemies, both the ones who tremble, and the ones who do not. Those who cower will be of use, for they are infinitely useless in any other way. They will help bring about the downfall of those who do not quake, and their deaths will be quick, if not pleasant./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"He thinks of his enemies, and relishes making them suffer for betraying him. Enemies had once been friends, trusted, beloved friends. Friends who had tricked him, injured him, sealed him. Friends who had locked him way for over a thousand centuries, and gone on to live their lives./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Yes, revenge was best served cold, but he would make them burn. /p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"o.O.o/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Word Count - 408/p
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