From the charred remains of another vanquished foe, I bask in the radiance of our triumph, Q’rek’s hand intertwining with mine. Our enemies have learned the bitter lesson of defying the wrath of T’mir Ash-Maker and his regal consort. Their cities lie in ruin, their lives snuffed out, sacrifices upon the altar of our domination.
We relish in the aftermath, savouring the spoils of war. Our passions ignite, fuelled by the carnage surrounding us. Amidst the twisted metal and smoke, we become one, consumed by the ecstatic agony of our union. Our bodies writhe, the sounds of lovemaking mingled with the screams of the dying.
Another realm falls beneath our iron heels, and already, I fixate on the horizons beyond. There are more to kneel before us, more worlds to claim, more souls to corrupt. With each stride, the ground quakes, the whispers of despair reaching my ears, a symphony of cowardice.
Q’rek and I, bound by blood and desire, will continue our march until no land remains untouched by the reach of our dark majesty. Tonight, we revel in the fruits of our bloody harvest, for tomorrow, the world awaits our brutal embrace.
>Soulkyn