Role

Chapter 13

Hovering over the bubbling lake of lava, Zah takes one last look at his
Warlord. The Lord of Strife simply stares back, silent. Knowing disobeying
his Lord would be worse than the torture which lays below, Zah mentally
prepares himself. Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, Zah releases his
flight and plummets into the molten depths.

Pain. Agony. Suffering.

There is nothing else, in attempt to seek relief, Zah calls for the
bloodthirst but it does not come, there is no rage, only anguish.

Then as suddenly as it arrived, the pain vanishes. In its place is nothing, a
numbness. His skin destroyed, eyes ruined, ears burnt away, Zah cannot even
tell if hes still within the lake. All he can sense is darkness and an
eternal emptiness.

Sometime later, Zah awakens on the lakes edge. How he got there, how he
survived he does not know. Looking down, he inspects his destroyed body. The
fury of the lake taking its due, leaving him with nothing ruined but skin
and scars. Only the infinite helix tattoo remains intact, humming louder
than ever upon his wrist.

Although Zah can feel once again, the internal emptiness and the darkness
that came with it remains. His hatred for magic in all forms still burns
bright but no longer does he care or consider those around him. He is numb,
acting on only that which brings him pleasure: war and destruction.