Role

Chapter 2

Maugauth hastened his pace as he neared the end of the road leading to the
hidden temple. Ten years. It had been ten years since the last time the Black
Coven had met, and it would be ten years again until their next meeting. This
would be his second meeting, not including the one of his birthing. The
meetings were all robed men and women, mostly wearing masks but all
concealing their identities in some way. They could be anyone from the lowest
street beggar to the Empress of Seantryn Modan herself, and everybody
in between. The last meeting he was just a boy, but wiser than any of the
humans around him he quickly saw through the false curtain. The Coven claimed
to be favored of the Prince of Darkness, but it was hardly such. The
gatherings were an excuse for the rich and poor alike to dress up in hoods
and masks, and engage in erotic sex group gatherings while playing out their
fantasy for dark rituals. They spoke the words, praised the Prince...but
their words were as hollow as their souls. Maugauth was praised, worshipped
even at the meetings. It was foretold in their prophecy that a man beast of
their raising would be chosen, and they looked to Maugauth to make the
connection. He was raised in the unholy ways, learning of the pit of fire and
its nine circles. He could feel dark energy, channel it at times, but he had
not yet heard the voice of the Devil yet. As Maugauth arrived at the
gathering, it was as it was last time. Drinking and smoking, an orgy in every
room. He knew why they were there. The rage and fury built up in Maugauth as
he grew more and more disgusted with his surroundings. Just when he thought
he would explode, everything got quiet in his head. He could not hear the
sounds of the party anymore. Two words boomed through his head, and then
faded as quickly as they had came. "Kill them". Maugauth did not know exactly
how he knew where the words had come from, but somehow he knew the Prince had
called. Grunting loudly, he unsheathed his axe and began swinging, the sounds
of the party replaced with screams of terror and horror until the night was
quiet again. Maugauth stood alone in the temple, covered in blood and mangled
human remains. His condemning act only sated his hunger for sin for moments,
but it was enough to revel in. Maugauth knew he had been called, and he dare
not refuse such a call. He would serve the Prince, encouraging and pressing
others into such condemning acts that the Dark Prince could feast on their
souls in the hells for all eternity. Maugauth left the temple a bloody mess,
determined to connect himself further with the lord of the hells.