At once the night was silent. At once there was the wings alone that caused disturbance with pure night. At once there wasn't anything else to fear but her with the void. At once there was a distortion. But now, now there was utter mayhem. Now, now the heat began to rise. And at that moment, at that moment there was something of utter barbarianism, readying to crawl from the pits of hell. Now, Agony returned to this world.
At that moment there was a glowing. The ritual was endorsed with the powers of the void as the Voidwyrm's hands dug selfishly into the realm of fire. And for once, selfish hands returned with what they wanted. Nevira would be standing there with a grin, and at that moment, the glowing would continue. The light pulsated with power, as the ritual continued to commence. The area around her within that cavern never ceased from light. Until one event happened that changed it all.
At first, there was a faint roar, but it was heard. A heavy sound of magic pulsing through the area was heard, and the roar continued to grow louder. Then, then the roar echoed through the caverns, as within the glowing something was seen. A vision, a vision of a dragon. The face was seen everywhere. In some cracks they pieced together, in separate the image was mirrored. But in all, there was the mighty face of a dragon long forgotten. The cavern began to rumble and shake violently, causing the images to spaz with their deliverance. But yet, the image seemed to shake willingly, as the dragon within continued to stare dead into Nevira's presence. Jaws parted, eyes lit aflame, there was a mighty roar, continuing to grow without halting for breath nor halting for the words that came next. The flames of below continued to grow in volume, the fires actually heard below. The eyes from the images all stared to Nevira in unison, and if it was any other dragon they would've felt the very soul of their being judged by such a hateful set of eyes. And then, and then the voice from a thousand years back was heard as the roar grew quiet, and the rumbling of the mountain was deafened with the yelling of a single word.
"KATHAZDUUUL~~!!!"
The grounds shook violently, the mountain groaning as pieces of the black rock fell due to the powerful presence. And suddenly, all would halt, the cracks fading as a mighty roar echoed ten times louder than the yelling coming from the very dragon. Then, all was black, except for the shrine.
From there, the shrine soon faded, as all was quiet. But yet, a small, orange flame began to suck the energy from the glowing shrine, floating in the air and bouncing weakly. As if containing a mind of its own, the spec of flame slowly traveled to Nevira's eyes, bouncing around for a moment. Innocence and vulnerability seemed to fill the air with the vibes coming from such a flame. And then it would begin levitating in the pitch black, guiding an easy path out of the mountain, a trail of whitish-grey fog guiding where it once was. And turning corners, a mighty glowing could be seen against the walls nearest to the flame.
Bouncing its way outside of the mountain, there was finally a flatland, quite large at that. The life of the cavern continued to float around, travelling out more, and then hurrying with speed, as if attempting to escape Nevira. And then, a wisp's cry was heard as such an innocent flame darted into the sky, and then splashing onto the floor. At this moment, one could conclude that this land was sacred, and never seen before though it was in plain sight. And though Nevira was large, this was a mighty plain of stone, too large for one to traverse in a single day.
Then, something quite remarkable occurred. The tiny flame, once so pure and singular, began to spread upon the stone with sudden fuel and speed. There, the entirety of the plain began to grow with fire, consuming all except for a circle around Nevira as the flames began to intensify. From two inches high into the air there were now fifteen feet high flames, roaring and crackling with the power of summoning. And yet, the roaring from before wasn't heard, instead, the song of kindle replaced any noise.
However, this would not be for too long.
The flames grew only slightly from there, before deep within the plain of fire two mighty, glowing, everburning eyes stared deeply into that of Nevira. As if recognizing the dragon for the first time. The eyes continued to stay there, not raising or lowering, staring deeply into the dragon for at least twenty seconds, silent. Ears listening to the song the flames sung before disappearing into the fire. And with that, a sudden explosion occurred. Lava, spawning from within the fire, hurled into the air with a sudden mighty left arm, fingers stretched apart as the metal glowed brightly upon the claws of the new beast. The arm slammed down onto the ground, pulling the rest of the body's upper half up. Then a foot clawed against the edge of where the dragon spawned, until it finally caught and rose itself. The tail was the last thing to be seen, but with that combined with the flames, it was enough of a distraction to divert anyone watching from the body, until the eyes were seen hovering over the tail.
A head, Mazaloth's, but it'd be forever for anyone other than the Five to recognize. Launching forward, the fires around Nevira extinguished, replaced with gushing steam as the roar from before was now loud and sound, eyes blocked by how wide the jaws parted, revealing the fire deep within the dragon's throat. Surprisingly enough, the metal fortress rimming Mazaloth's lower jaw wasn't an issue, keeping it steady in the air with much ease. After ten seconds of a long, mighty roar, the dragon retracted its head, cocking it back as his neck positioned itself with its head in a snake-like manner. And then the dead wings of the Hellworm flapped once, drawing the flames closer to the dragon surprisingly. And then they flapped mightier, and then so mighty they lifted the flames from the ground with a sudden attraction that lifted them to the very limbs upon the dragon's back, now coating the beast with smoke and embers.
This was Mazaloth Kathazdul, bearer of the Fifth Sin, Agony.
The dragon stood there, his feet locked and his front feet the same, a tail resting against the floor with wings furled, eyes staring with a thousand years of hatred down towards Nevira. And yet, due to the metal jaw, a grin of pure amusement was seen upon the dragon, nearly disturbing. But not disturbing for one as dark as a Voidwalker. Marching forward, a tongue, split down the center for a longer fork, slid out for a moment, already lit with that of flame. Mazaloth was never one for talking, and so, he didn't speak yet. For when he would preach, it would follow with genocide, and this moment was not of those moments. So, halting fifty feet in front of Nevira, the dragon lowered its head, staring to Nevira with eyes of mighty interest, as there was another with possibly just as much pain as Mazaloth bared.
