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Without Nightmares...

What are you?

In their innocence they could not fathom, not even in the worst of their nightmares, a creature capable of true evil. He sought to change that.

He had torn their world apart bit by bit. Elfen children had been captured and used as cannon fodder. Those who surrendered were used by the troops and burned in twisted wicker constructs. The White Queen now bore his child, conceived by force upon the Crystal Altar of Ilotana.

He had hunted them down like vermin and inflicted upon them the worst horrors that he could imagine until only the most cunning and vicious of them remained. Not one elf lived that had not suffered as a result of his genocidal campaign.

When they came for him, he offered no resistance. When they placed him in manacles of thorn and forced him to climb the steps of the Ivory Citadel’s tallest spire, he was filled pride for the Elfen people.

When they shattered his sword and nailed him to the spire with the jagged shards, he knew he had succeeded.

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