The Fall of the Dieties - Fading Away

"I expected you," said the voice to the empty Temple. Shredded, black tapestries stood still, unable to move while the God of Air no longer breathed. This world of Hoof Prince was not the world that they knew. Without Courant, Galadriel, and Altus, the world was a dismal place with no sun to warm the face, no water to fall, and no wind to ease the wounds. Rencor's Temple was no affected for this was its normal environment.

"It is a shame that your talents were wasted on the Earth," his voice slid as easily through the Temple as his shadow did on the onyx walls. The thin layer on dust on the floor was the only thing that betrayed his presence for his hoof prints revealed the path of the invisible God.

"Great allies, we could have been. I would have helped to bring you to glory, greater glory than you have ever seen! I know that your blood has ruled most of the kingdoms, but just think...just think of our partnership..."

His great form appeared, the second largest of the Gods, but there was no doubt in the amount of power that radiated from him. Though Tazewell once ushered the dead into the world beyond, it was Rencor who pulled the strings that ended their lives. He was cruel, he was manipulative. He would not fall without first trying to find a verbal advantage.

"My Guardian...she is beyond anything imaginable. Just think of the power between you. Ruling...side by side...imagine it....'Enemy'."

But the Enemy would not give in to temptation. Realizing this, Rencor smiled a wicked grin.

"Have it your way then.

Just promise that you will not make it too quick. I want to enjoy this."