Today was the day. Mayhem, pandemonium.
Hell.
Whatever it was called, he would raise it. He would begin his plan today. And what better way than with Boski?
The fool dares to challenge me? I will crush him like a fly. Kirnardaz stood up from his throne, and walked outside, where the landscape had changed. He now stood on a balcony on a fortress, overlooking the assembled, rabbling horde he was calling his army.
"Greetings! My fellow Voraxians! My loyal, faithful subjects.
As you all know, today, my plan sets in motion. Today is the day that we crush humanity. We show them the power of their own evil.
You are my army. My force of corruption. In but a few moments, I will lead you through a rift in space that will reveal a haven for you to run rampant in.
Burn the cities.
Torch the villages.
Defile, pillage, murder, burn. Do as you please.
Earth... Is your playground my loyal subjects. You have been good to me. You showed me respect. You remained faithful even in the face of rebellion here.
Today you get your due. Out there... Is a world none of you know. None of you would ever want to know it. Thus.
Today we begin the destruction of Earth!
For you!
For me!
For chaos and death!
For Vorax!"
A rapturous cheer rippled through the crowd like waves in a pond, flowing energy everywhere. Even if it wasn't inspiring for humans, it was inspiring to demons.
Kirnardaz turned, and walked into his palace again, walking to the ground floor.
He donned his armour the old fashioned way, before stepping out in front of the horde, who gave him space.
"Any rift after the first, they are free to go through." Kirnardaz gave his army another wave, before turning, and using his power to open a rift in space and time itself. Then he stepped through.
And out onto the rooftop of Boski.
"Boski! You wanted to challenge me?"