Regardless of how many souls exist here you are alone, barren clay extends forever, burning the soles of your feet like fire, as the sky overhead glows a dark angry red as three suns wind upon their course. The air burns as you struggle to breathe, the hanging sulfer smog choking your lungs and burning your skin. Intermitantly the ground quakes as around you small fissures open up venting steam and noxious stenches into the air as the temperature seems to rise forever, never reaching a stable level. A fierce wind whips clouds of sulfur drenched dust into the air searing the flesh, as foot prints lead off into the distance. In their wake sound the echoes of the voices of loved ones long gone, calling to you from the first moment you entered this place, forever calling. Never stopping the footprints and voices seem only to mock you with the possibility that you are not totally alone out here, and it is a loved one who is also suffering out here driving you insane. Stinking carcases litter the ground, rotting eternally under the angry light of the suns. There is no shade here only heat and eternal emptiness. Welcome to the Plains of Penance, suffering is all this place has to offer, except today that is...for an army of darkness gathers, preparing to go to war, but not with the forces of light, with another darkness.


The heavy air shimmered as Vorach made his dimensional crossing his body becoming somewhat corporeal in this place of torment. Before him is massed an army of immense beasts, their scaled skin and thin wiry frames almost perfectly suited to survival in this place, great wings stretch from their backs over their heads providing limited shelter from the burning suns. Vorach entered the mass of demons moving towards their centre where there was a small clearing and there stood a throne, upon which sat an angel, wings like shadows streaming from his back, Lucifer. Vorach entered the clearing and approached the throne, nodding in greeting as Lucifer looked up and yawned, his red eyes bored yet intense none the less as they stared out from his beautiful face.

[Color=sky blue]Greetings lord of the mountain, I come bearing good news. The Pantheon has decided to allow you to join our ranks...[/color]

Vorach said, purposefully letting his voice trail off at the end as he sought to manipulate Lucifer. Lucifer's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed as his mind worked.

I am gladdened to hear that, but I get the feeling that there is a condition upon my acceptance which you are not telling me. What is it?

Vorach chuckled internally, as he paused to exhale before speaking again.

[Color=sky blue]The Pantheon accepts your terms, but on condition of our own. You may join us only when the war is over, not before, you must play your role to the end before you can take on your new casting.[/color]

Lucifer stared at Vorach, his eyes emotionless.

Very well, I accept your terms, my army is yours and once this war is won I shall move on from this reality.

Vorach smiled as Lucifer agreed to the bargain.

[Color=sky blue]Very good. You are to split your forces into three equal groups, two groups shall harry Set's forces as they march on Reficul thinning his ranks a little, the third group shall move in and attack the rear, destroying the Black Citadel on the way through, ultimately meeting in Reficul with the forces of light.[/color]

Lucifer eyes widened as he quirked an eyebrow and was about to speak when Vorach cut him off.

[Color=sky blue]The forces of light will be on strict orders not to attack your ranks. Jus be ready to attack Set as he moves his forces. That is all for now, adieu.[/color]

Vorach shimmered out of Plains of Penance as his last words left his mouth, leaving no room for arguement. Lucifer smiled as he sat upon his throne, he would finally stand on equal terms with Jahova as one of the Pantheon instead of forever in his shadow.