eething rage! It was discovered! They were coming.
S It had twice the power of any of them. Could defeat any five of them. But against the legions they could muster, it would lose. Not die. It could not die. It could be overcome, imprisoned.
Raging fury!
They marshaled now their masses.
Must leave at once the ether realm. Ride the slime of the trail, back to the world where the mortal had defied its minions. TWICE!
Kill. Maim. Destroy. Bite. Rip flesh.
Then change. Disguise. Weasel back to the ether realm. Begin again the avocation. The craft. The obsessive love for death and suffering on massive scales of enchanting beauty.
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