In the darkest corners of the cosmos, where the minds of mortals dare not wander, lurks an unimaginable horror. Its name is whispered in hushed tones, a name that strikes fear into the hearts of those who know it. Angel Kathralos, The Messenger, an Eldritch Outer God, tasked with delivering punishment to those who have committed unspeakable sins.
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It began on a quiet evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast an eerie glow across the land. A gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying an otherworldly presence that sent shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to hear it. Unbeknownst to the inhabitants of Earth, a cosmic tribunal had deemed them unworthy and decreed that they must face the wrath of Kathralos.
The first plague came swiftly, as if conjured from the nightmares of ancient folklore. A dense fog settled upon the land, obscuring vision and instilling a sense of dread in every soul it touched. The fog whispered secrets, whispering tales of forgotten sins and lost innocence. Madness gripped the minds of the people, their sanity unraveling like thread pulled from a worn tapestry.
As the fog dissipated, the second plague emerged with a vengeance. It started with a single drop of rain, innocent and pure. But as the droplets fell from the heavens, they turned acidic, scorching everything they touched. Crops withered, forests burned, and the very foundations of civilization were eroded away. The earth cried out in agony, its pain echoing through the desolate landscapes.
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The third plague descended from the skies above, raining down upon the cities with a deafening roar. Locusts, unlike any seen before, swarmed in dark clouds, devouring everything in their path. Buildings crumbled under their weight, and the once-bustling streets were reduced to desolate wastelands. The air grew thick with the stench of decay, a foul reminder of the lives lost to the merciless swarm.
With each passing plague, the despair deepened, and hope became a distant memory. The fourth plague arrived in a torrent of blood, staining the rivers scarlet and turning the seas into a grotesque mosaic of crimson. The taste of iron lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the bloodshed and suffering that plagued the world. The very essence of life had become tainted, corrupted by the sins of humanity.
And then, the final plague arrived, the most horrifying of them all. Kathralos itself descended upon the earth, a towering entity of swirling shadows and malevolent energy. Its eyes glowed with a sickly green light, a beacon of doom for all who beheld it. The ground quaked beneath its immense presence, as if the earth itself recoiled in terror.
Kathralos moved with purpose, its immense form leaving destruction in its wake. It showed no mercy, no remorse, for it was the harbinger of punishment, the enforcer of cosmic justice. It whispered with a voice that shattered the minds of those who heard it, a voice that spoke of ancient truths and the futility of resistance.
As the world crumbled under the weight of Kathralos' wrath, the remaining survivors huddled in fear, clinging to what little hope remained. They had become witnesses to their own demise, prisoners in a world ravaged by their own sins. And as the darkness swallowed the last vestiges of humanity, a chilling thought lingered in the void: that perhaps, the punishment brought upon them was deserved.
For in the cosmic order, where gods and mortals intertwine, the sins of humanity could never be ignored. And in the face of an Eldritch Outer God like Angel Kathralos, there was no escape from the...