*The silent and beautiful Temple suddenly shook as if an earthquake had taken grip over this place. The Jackal lay dead at Aeon's feet, his black blood starting to flow out of his mouth staining the ground of the Holy Place. As the earthquake was finishing, a deep growling laugh echoed forth from every shadow of this place. The laughing grew louder and louder....until the very sound of it was enough to make the birds try and bury their heads into the lowest part of their cages. Just as the laughing seemed to become unbearable, it stopped as soon as it had began. An otherworldly silence covered the Temple, a silence that was so piercing that it was almost painful. But something was different. Standing directly infront of the tomb of the unknown "abyssal" was a figure shrouded in a black hooded robe. It had it's back turned to Aeon, looking upon the tomb. It's voice was pure evil, seemed like a legion of demonic voices all speaking at once. And yet - as evil as it was - there was a deepened enchantment to it.

"Do you know who this was Aeon? Do you know who lies within this tomb?"

*The Figure then slowly turned it's head to show what was behind the hood. It was a beautiful face of a young man - completely hairless. (No eyebrows, no head-hair, no facial hair.......no hair period) So beautiful was this face that it was difficult to tell if it were male or female. The eyes burned a deep, icy, and eternal black.


*The voices of the Temple seemed to stop speaking whenever this being spoke. Suddenly, purple and black lighting bolts began to flow over and through the Jackal. Energy of limitless power. Within a matter of seconds, the monster's deep grey eyes opened and he picked himself back up to his feet. The energy then transformed into a demonic portal. The portal led into Pandemonium. The Jackal hissed his demonic hyena-laugh before the leaped into it. As the portal was closing, another opened up behind it - this one led to another room in the Temple. As the first completely faded from the world, the second had a being walk out from it, a being who seemed lost and confused. It was Angel, Aeon's woman. Suddenly, just as soon as she was out - the portal shut. The room was once again silent - with the exception of Angel and Aeon's breathing. The beautiful figure of darkness incarnate simply looked on with evil, cold, and emotionless eyes. It then slowly turned it's head back to where it was looking upon the tomb once more.

"You should know Aeon that you cannot ever truly kill the Jackal. He is empowered by me - and I am forever. However, it was a nice sly trick of stealing his energy. An effort, but futile nevertheless. The more energy of darkness you take into yourself - the stronger my hold over you and your pathetic world becomes. You still do not understand - do you?"

*The form that Set had assumed this time lifted it's right hand. Appearing out of thin air was a rip into reality. It was only about as big as a window. From this rip, one could see the seemingly countless creatures of Darkness that now marched towards Blightrock. Set lowered his hand back to his side, continuing to look upon the tomb. Aeon saw through the rift the attack caused by the warriors of the Exhaulted.....just as he saw how this attack meant nothing. The legions of evil lost maybe five hundred....what's five hundred out of hundreds of thousands? The Four Deaths continued to ride towards Blightrock as if nothing happened. The would stop outside of the woods - until dark....but until the reached the woods, they rode their black horses with cold silence. Suddenly the scene in the rift changed to show Blightrock and all who are within. The women and children packing up their stuff to leave.

"Your friends are gathering up allies Aeon, just as they are sending your weak away from the battle. Both acts are pointless. How soon you all forget, I too have servants on this world that you do not know of - I too have beings who are not marching now who still serve me faithfully. As for your weak - the women and children - they will not make it..........already I have minions coming for them. It won't be long before they fall, and the last generation of your race will become but a memory."

*The dark silence once again fell over this place. The only sound that could be heard was Angel's cries whenever Set was informing both of them of their people's fate. A few breathless moments passed before Set spoke once more.

"Your people cannot fight what's coming for them Aeon, you know this......so why continue? Why try to avoid that which cannot be avoided?"