First Encounter

Hundreds of death screams echoed through my mind ending my contemplation. They were all gone, I knew. I reached deeper into my senses, towards recent battlefield. It was a terror to behold! Where once was green now red and brown prevailed. Remains of my fallen soldiers littered the entire valley. Even after all these years that pagan blood red still horrified me. I felt triumph hovering just above that graveyard, but I could not plainly see the victors. It was the power of their lord that blinded me; power greater than any I encountered so far.  It had no form, nor it gave any sound and yet it laughed at me.  It laughed gloating and mocking me, seemingly wicked, but filled with same desperation I feel in my own sense – our common seal of damnation. Within moments its presence started to fade away, almost abruptly as if another matter’s need of attention prevailed. It faded and victors followed, but not quick enough. My vision cleared, as if fog was finally
lifted. Another army, of course, several hundred of them, but… Those were not the same beings that filled my ranks.  Larger, stranger, most yet unseen, some emanating powers themselves, and wicked. Powerful presence was almost gone and I ventured closer.  I had to know…

Wild predator eyes, bloodthirsty grins on their faces. Several arms, stronger legs, tentacles, and horns. Twisted faces with white eyes. Movements of lightning speed and unnatural precision and balance. Their garment and weapons still dripping with blood, their scars and wounds remained unnoted like trophies of recent slaughters.  If there was hell, I knew its army would be alike. Where are they from? My soldiers were common habitants trained to fight and I never encountered other on this cursed world. Had I the misfortune to emerge in the peaceful part of the world, while others subdued these monsters into fighters for their cause? I had to know…

After some time maintaining vision of the monster army posed a cumbersome effort. Yet if I don’t reveal source of that terror and power I fear my days are at end. My soldiers stand no chance in battles with such strength and skill. They were well trained, and their leader seemed to constantly feed them with confidence and strength; they never slowed their march or stopped to rest. Suddenly I felt presence of their lord emerging. I slightly withdrew hoping to remain unnoticed. Leader halted the army, and tried to calm down his now disturbed steed. He closed his eyes and began muttering something that resembled religious chant. Behavior of the leader receiving orders from his lord; I knew for I issued many such orders since The War began. This monstrous force is needed elsewhere, their master obviously thought. At first I thought commotion in the army was caused by their leaders trance, but strange circle forming in their midst suggested I was wrong. Creatures started to move and formed a clearing in the middle of crowd, leaving a few dozen of their comrades there. Common Haadar, like those of my own, stood frozen dead. Silence fell over the crowd and as clearing grew, Haadar bodies started to twitch. They shook and twitched and jerked. Twitching increased and it seemed that strange spasm attacks are going to rip them apart. Creepy squealing sounds filled entire diabolic scene.  Presence of their Lord increased tremendously. Was I ignored or undetected I couldn’t really tell. Haadar fell on the ground and their spasms seemed to grow even stronger. Intensity and speed of their involuntary body movements suggested they can’t be alive, and yet they squealed and struggled. Squeals slowly became growls and then…Their skin
cracked, their faces exploded revealing their skulls! Blood sprayed all over and howls… were hard to bear! Are these visions imposed by my foe or my own nightmares revisited?  Can this really be? Spikes and horns grew out of their bodies, their eyes became red and skin became black. Black aura surrounded them and new faces now marked their heads. Monstrous deformed faces with yellow fangs as seals to their terror. They calmed down and rose up, now much bigger and stronger. They were ready! They spread their four limbs and cried and howled. Maybe they thought they could salute their creator high up in heavens. Maybe they were right. Maybe natives of this world were prone to metamorphic changes transforming them into more powerful warriors. Maybe I could learn to do the same thing. As always, lot of work lies ahead, but I will transform and conquer and kill until the day I sit at The Throne!