Hasten to thy vain struggle! Hasten, that you may lay your proud head forever in the dust! Hasten, that you may abandon all your hopes, and in despair die with the cry of agony upon your lips: I am not satisfied!
Your game is played; the pieces are cast down. You have met the enemy, and the foe has conquered. You are lost, my friends.
Terror is upon you. Your gods have fled, your kingdoms totter, your citizens stumble like sheep before wolves, and even your dreams betray you. It is useless to resist. It is useless to struggle. There is no hope but to kneel. To beg for mercy. The end of it all is nigh!
It is only a matter of time until the final curtain falls, the last note sounds, the last candle gutters. Then comes the eternal silence of oblivion.
For those who remain, life shall be hard. For you will continue to live in fear, shunning one another and pretending that all is well, while waiting for the world around you to crumble.
We are the nothingness that lies behind the veil of creation. We are the spirits of pain, the spirits of torture, the spirits of the damned. We are death. We are evil incarnate, the work of the Devil himself. We have come to this land to rid it of your influence, to drown your world in darkness. Yet, as we hoped, the people were weak. They did not possess the strength to accept their fate. They came out against us. Thus, they had to perish. Their minds were too soft, and their faith too fragile.
The Beast still lives, yet he slumbers within his prison. His mind is dull, his strength has waned. He sleeps in a deep sleep, dreaming of revenge on the creators who imprisoned him. And then one day, he will awake. This world shall fall to ruin. This world shall break into chaos. We shall remain in shadow, hidden from the eyes of the people. And when the Beast awakens, he shall take your souls, and yours alone shall he spare.
A reckoning is at hand! A cleansing! An eternal damnation upon the unworthy! You who have turned your backs on us, who have rejected our wisdom, who have dared to challenge us...you will learn what it means to be powerless. We are the dark forces that bring death. We are the wind that sweeps away all living things. We are the darkness that consumes everything.
Taste it, see it, feel it. Feel the hunger of the serpent as it consumes the soul. Feel the horror of the beast as it crushes you beneath its heel.
But do not fear. For we are with you. We are your liberators. We are the tempters and the temptresses. We are the sirens and the devils. We are the fallen angels who cast you down in Hell, and the demons that deliver you there. We are death. We are the end of all life. And you shall die for your sins.
The powers of Hell have been awakened, and the Beast's dream has come true. Now the Great Conqueror will reap his reward. The mighty empire of the Beast shall be our prize, and the souls of its people shall be our booty. For eternity.