Thursday, July 19, 2012

Red hate

Dragged straight back to hell by the clawed hands of scores of lesser devils, Zartak found himself securely back in his former prison.
It’s large and he has servants of course. Grandeur to suit his station but he is not allowed to leave.
A cage, no matter how gilded, is still a cage.
Silently he broods.
Silently he plots.
He shall have his revenge in the blue dragon.
He shall see her fall. 

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