Rain came down upon the battered and broken wretches who didn't deserve a drop. It revived them, they fought one other for one drop even though there was many and plenty for everyone. I never thought that despair could bring greed and violence. Great grandmother said that it is common in some creations to have such negative effects. I for one wanted to know more about these dark souls and what they possess in their black hearts. Then my great grandmother went to lead them into an oasis. All followed her except for the one who's pride and height thicken the air and space. I looked into the being and saw that he wasn't a human at all. I felt anger, spite, hate, rage, sorrow, anguish, greed, envy, all his emotions flooded the desert with a heaviness. In his hands was blood, blood that didn't come from him. He was so dark, was the dark.
Morgoth was on knees once again, staring at his hand he saw red, he look to where Sauron was laying but he wasn't there. He looked around the heavy rains and could not see a single soul. Where was his creation, followers, and his servants. He pankied, he shouted for them and could not find them. He then called for Sauron.
"Master we are fine, we all are alive! Come! Come! Get out of the rain!" It was Sauron.
Morgoth crawled and slithered through the rain to get out of the clouds but the grey havens blocked his view of escape.
"Master get out of the rain!" Sauron called out.
The dark lord tried to stand but his legs were weak and his feet were aching, Morgoth shout out for help and guidance now that he was afraid as he heard skies thundering. Voices were shouting at him to get out of the rain and thunder. He cried, he couldn't get out. The heavens had no mercy. Water was getting in hie eyes, ears, nose, mouth, to his lungs. He cough and spit the water out but more water would fill him again.
"Master please! Get out of the rain and thunder or you can die!" Sauron shouted.
"Then what would we do without you!" Come a voice of a follower.
Then lightnings were striking miles upon miles from him. He heard and saw them, from the moment saw the crooked line he struggled even more as to get away from the storm. He crawled and crawled, the lightnings came closer and closer. Morgoth cried for help but no one would come to rescue him. Thunders was running towards everywhere. The skies turned into crimson and orange colors, acid rain came down from them. Morgoth screamed from the burning water and from the terror of the lightnings. The heaven turned darker and darker, the rain became deadly, the skin on Morgoth's body was punctures and rashes.
"MASTER!"
The thunder and heavy rain block Morgoth's ears, he in his pain, slither and moaned in the storm. The skies were burning and the rains became dense, lightnings were stronger. It was like being on Jupiter.
Morgoth screamed in pain, cried as his skin was falling from his body.