Rip and Tear
Awaken Slayer, for we have need of your services once more.
Behold the world below you. Consumed by the purple fog, which in turn spawns minions of darkness.
Behold the long walls, long-since crumbled.
Behold the spread of death and misery, come each night.
Behold this, and avert your gaze, for this is not the divine task we entrust to you.
Behold the chariot of the gods that carries you through the sky. Take note of its radiance, for it shall be your stead for many a day.
Behold the warriors around you, and take heed – some, you shall see again. Some, never. By three they come, on Earth, as it is in Heaven.
You shall descend with the wings of an angel. Into the crucible that drives men mad.
You shall take cover, and make it. Battle, across the blood-stained plains. You will deal death, both near and from afar.
You shall do this, because it is your nature. You shall do this, because the gods demand it. You are allowed this freedom, because we allow it.
You shall take part in this blood rite until we are satisfied.
You shall be silent, unquestioning, your path eternal.
Go now, Slayer. Drop from Heaven into Hell.
Rip and tear. Until it is done.