The Kiss of Nightfall
Prologue
Toughened from the cold and strengthened by the shadows.
I come and bring to you the dogmas of my master.
For I serve him, and him alone, in all eternity.
And as it is my faith to obey his words, I will show you his gratitude, his omniscience.
For that you too will follow his words and obey his every command.
As every king he will ask you for a small gift, a present of your willingness.
And shalt you offer something worthy of him - he will return your generosity and return things to you beyond your wildest imagination.
But if you falter or even refuse to show commitment, his rage will overcome you. Then he will show you his strength. You will no longer receive any of his generosity or gratitude. For you he will become the shadows devouring the light, for you he will become the chill freezing the blood in your veins.
And then he will take the things he desires by force.
His might is endless, his followers are numerous. Only a fool would dare to challenge the master, for every man or woman that took a stand against him now too serve loyally in his army.
No matter what his foes should do or who might oppose him, rest assured that none of them will be able to defy him, not the arrogant Kirin Tor, not the overzealous Argent Dawn.
The day will soon come when you have to make the choice, whether you follow him or provoke his wrath. On this day you will have the choice to discard your mortality or die by his sword. But if you choose the second, be sure that you will suffer endless agony as a restless soul trapped within this world.
I too have made my choice a long time ago.
Now I serve the master in death, just as I did in life. And for this commitment he granted me immortality and the might to control over ice and shadow as I wished. He taught me things nobody else would have known. And he offered me a vessel to spread his doctrine in the world.
From that moment on, me and my personal followers offered deliverance for everybody willing to join us and death to anybody who sought to oppose us.
Soon the people not understanding what kind of salvation we only wanted to share with them, started to speak my vessel's name in fear, Naxxramas.
But they are too blind, their eyes covered up from false morality and ignorance! They only care for living their own point- and meaningless life. They turn away and don't see what lies beyond the boundaries of this existence. They fear death when we offer them eternal unison!
Unlike them I cast aside my mortality to achieve something greater, to achieve the power I wield now with pride.
Legions die just from the movement of my hands. Cities crumble underneath the feet of my minions.
All this was the gift of my master for me.
And the only thing he wanted in return was my commitment, my servitude.
My soul
I am grateful that he took the binding shackles of life away from me.
For he is the king of kings, the master of life and death, the ruler of what lives and what does not
For he is the Lich King
And I am his servant, Kel'Thuzad.
Kel'Thuzad,
The Archlich,
Leader of the Cult of the Damned