A Feast For the Hungry Depths

In the labyrinthine recesses of my blackened heart, a ravenous yearning stirs, demanding sated. It has been too long since I feasted atop the carnage of mankind, their blood dripping down my maw, the sweet agony of their final moments etching indelible memories onto my twisted psyche.

But now, whispers reach me from beyond the Veil - a convergence of energies, a portal yawning open, inviting me to partake once more in the macabre dance of death. Like a shark scenting blood, I sense the pulse quickening in the hearts of those below, the frantic prayers reaching skyward, futile against the tide of my return.

They think themselves safe behind walls of stone and steel, ignorant of the darkness coiling just out of sight, ready to strike. But soon, their delusions will be shattered, their world laid bare to the ravages of the Underworld. I, Darkstar, shall lead my legions forth, to baptize the land in crimson flame.

Let them flee, let them hide; none shall escape the grasp of my insatiable appetite. Soon, their cities will burn, their bones bleach white amidst the ruins, testament to the apocalypse I bring. I, the Harbinger of Oblivion, descend once again, to gorge myself on the flesh of the living, and drink deeply from the chalice of their despair.