Tharizdun walked forward 100 yards and the sword seemed to shout at him. "Here, stab here!" With sword held high in front of him, he dropped his arms in a swift downward thrust as the blade cut through the hard earth. Tharizdun had completed his quest, but he wasn't sure if it worked. The earth began changing, shaking, and splitting apart. He backed away but was swallowed into a large chasm that had now formed.
The sword was now falling, and Tharizdun made a choice that would alter his life forever. As he fell towards the sword he noticed that strange beings appeared in the chasm and were fighting. These strange creatures seemed to come from the very earth that was splitting apart. These creatures were demons. He witnessed the devouring of demons by other demons and it terrified him, but they seemed to ignore him. This place was unreasonable.
Tharizdun slowly caught up to the sword and upon grasping it something felt different. Suddenly a strong blast of psychic energy ripped through and shattered his mind. Slowly black tendrils enveloped him and devoured him. The sword had successfully completed it's goal. Where Tharizdun once was existed a completely different being. This being was around the size of an angel, but with wings of shadow, skin as grey as stone, and a purplish aura. The gods sensed the death of their ally, and they were gripped with sadness.
Many demons challenged this new being. Some were significantly bigger than it, but the end result was all the same. All the challengers were devoured. Then with a great roar, this being declared his lordship. This challenge was met when the lord of these demons rose up from deep down in the Abyss and challenged this young upstart.
A deep voice boomed, "Who are you to declare yourself king of us? I'll squash you like the bug you are!" The lord of demons towered over the self-declared king, who simply smirked. "You may simply call me The Dark One." The lord laughed and smacked The Dark One down. "I am Beelzebub, and I shall kill you!"
The fight was short. Beelzebub had the upperhand for the majority of the fight, but grew angry as it seemed as though The Dark One was toying with him. "Fight like you mean it!" The Dark One knelt into a crouching position and launched his first offensive move of the encounter. He plunged his fist directly into the chest of the demon and ripped out the very essence of the demon.
Demons from around the Abyss watched in awe at this display of power. "Listen up you weaklings. Where I come from even the grubs could kill you!" This garnered angry hooting and hollering from the crowd that gathered, but none moved to challenge The Dark One. "I come from a realm where demons rule everything. I grew tired of fighting amongst ourselves and seek to devour new worlds. Go forth and destroy!" The demons all cheered and began pouring out of the Abyss into the elemental chaos.
The gods sensed a strange new presence, it was chaotic at the very core, but also pure evil. It felt like the same evil that the sword had around it. Erathis looked to Kord, as they were both in the fortress of her lower city. "I seems Tharizdun succeeded after all, but instead of ensuring our victory he has surely assured our demise." She cried into his shoulder as he embraced her. The angelic and devilish legions could barely handle the elementals... but now an even greater evil appeared.
A faint glimmer of hope was restored. The faint presence of Tharizdun appeared on the air waves. Vecna was the only god to notice, and he was determined to keep the knowledge secret. What strange development could a ressurected god provide... especially one that was now evil. Perhaps this would tip the balance between good and evil into evil's favor finally. Perhaps.