"In the Solis Empire and its surrounding kingdoms, there is no man more feared and more infamous than the sorcerer, Abbadon. The man who threatened to bring the Empire of False Light crashing down. His mastery over the magicks of the dead made him a terror to all who opposed him. Counsel from tacticians and strategists long since passed. The armies he crushed beneath his mighty boot then rising up once more, now fighting for his cause. To hold all crowns within his hand and crush them to dust.

"His reign ended thousands of years ago, yet his name remains on the lips of kings and emperors alike, muttered and hissed like a curse. How foolish would they feel, I wonder, if they knew they cursed a false name and how they've ensured the doom of this foul empire..."

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Even without knowing their strange language, I can feel the hate behind it.

They strap the odd device to my head. Voices screaming at me. In that strange language. What little I can see of the room suggests it is rather small. The room is sterile, made out of some odd pearl-white material, all stained and cracked. Parallel lines of grout spread across the material. A crowd sits before me. An odd panel of glass separates me from the others in the room. The panel distorts their faces, twisting them into a mass of malice and fury. I am restrained to an odd chair, unable to move.

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A louder voice booms throughout the room, and the voices cease. The voice continues, speaking with a quizzical tone. Then I feel vibrations coming from my throat. "I" have begun speaking.

The words coming from my throat are condescending and cruel. I can't understand them, yet I know that "I" am cursing the people in this room. A pleasurable feeling overtakes me. "I" am enjoying the suffering of the crowd before me. Reveling in their misery. Then a loud SSSLLAMMMM!!!

The device on my head activates. Filling my entire body with a burning current. My body shakes and shutters violently, the pain animating it unwillingly. I feel my bones breaking against my restraints as my body attempts to escape from this agony. The vibrations fill my throat, loud and vicious. "I" am screaming.

The current begins to eat away at me, my skin beginning to sizzle and burn. Soon, my body is aflame, melting flesh and bone together. My jaw stretches wide, the muscles tearing and snapping like broken leather. The flames burn away at my eyes as my body degrades. Still,the current runs through me, the pain never ending.

The room shakes from "my" screams, the glass panel splintering from the heat of my burning body. The flames burning through my chest, the muscle beneath burnt black, "my" screams continuing as my body---