Plans
Eliza Scorn walked through the dark cave of the underground structure know only as The Unnamed Temple. It was built in the early days of the War by Mevolent for an unknown reason. Whenever Eliza asked Mevolent what it's purpose was before his death. He only replied 'for when the moment has come'. It had taken her hundreds of years of research and torturing people close to Mevolent. But she had finally found the true purpose of the temple. In fact when she finally knew what its purpose was she felt a little stupid. She was so angry at that fact that she slit the throat of one of her subordinates.
An hour of walking had passed her by. With a torch in her hand. She looked at the inscriptions on the wall. She couldn't translate most of it but what see could translate were "death" and "God in mortal flesh" what the pictures were shown all represented a man standing above a sea of dead bodies. It caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand. And few things did.
After walking for what felt like forever she and two other members of her Church following closely.
"We have arrived" she said coldly. The room was empty, nothing but a large stone coffin-like object in the centre of the room and two circles carved into the floor with lines linking them with the turned to the other people with her.
"Please stand in the circles" she said to them. They hesitated before obeying. Moving so that they stood in a circle each.
"M'lady" said one of the people "why do we have to do this"
"Because" Eliza replied, smiling coldly "the coffin needs the life force of loyal followers to open"
Before the two had time to react. The circles lit up with a blue glow and the two members began to age rapidly as their life and magic was sucked from their bodies. They aged years in seconds. Their skin began to crackle and wrinkle until it crumbled into dust, showing their bones. Which quickly followed into dust and before long the circles were covered in dust.
The coffin cracked loudly. The cracks bleed red light. Eliza smiled and chuckled as the coffin disintegrated revealing a man in his late thirties, wearing black robes, and with hair that was black hovering in the air.
"My master" she said softly
"What..." He croaked, like his voice hadn't been used for a while '...year is it?"
"2016. My'Lord"
"I slept for five hundred years?"
"Yes, My'Lord"
The man slowly drifted to a standing position. He took his first steps in hundreds of year, his bare feet against the stone floor. After a few steps his skin began to crack and he fell to his knees.
"My'Lord!" Shrieked Eliza "what is happening?"
"Not *gasp* enough life *force*" he looked up to Eliza and smiled "need *gasp* more"
Before Eliza could process what he said she very tired very quickly. She looked at her arms, they began to age at an alarming rate, she looked up to her master. The cracks in his skin began to fade, he rose to his feet and smiled further.
Eliza fell to the ground and before the darkness claimed her vision her master knelt down to her and said "you served me and Mevolent well, Eliza. But there can only be one leader. The Unnamed has returned.
Her vision went dark.