It stands, so they say at the very edge of
a massive windswept mountain top.
A gigantic eagle, surveying its terrain from 
a perch high upon some godforsaken rock.

Built ages ago by the dark prince himself,
as a refuge for his much sought after head.
Guarded by an army of loyal, ferocious, Daemon Knights
and entirely surrounded by legions of the undead.

Few warriors have entered and lived to discuss their 
personal journey to this city called hell.
But the ones that returned, came back savagely mutilated, 
with horror stories that caused men's head to swell.

So you're in the forest, wandering for hours, alone.
Navigating the thick underbrush, searching for the path home.
Lost you think to yourself, fuck yeah, hopelessly so. 
No longer certain which direction to go.

It's getting dark and you are beginning to get  scared.
Thanks to those crazy bums in town and their silly rumours.  
Suddenly from the shadows, without warning,
the apparition noiselessly appears.
 
Behind it in the distance you notice,
black empty space and a soft reddish glow. 
The forest suddenly develops an uncomfortable chill. 
Could it be? Is this it? OH GOD NO!

The silence is excruciating, you breath deeply,
carefully sizing up what you're certain is an enemy.
Clutching your weapon tightly, sweating profusely,
as the fear careens through your body.
 
Enough of this already, sword drawn, shivering slightly.
Why wait, might as well go ahead and get it on.
The shadowy figure has not moved or spoken, to hell with it.
You will not be scared to death by a goddamn DaemoN.

Lunging desperately, hoping you can make a quick kill.
Too late, you're caressed by the hot touch of ice cold steel.
Screaming in agony as the blade glides swiftly through your body.
Gasping for breath, eyes wide open, you sink slowly to one knee.

Bewildered, unable to identify the scent of your own blood.
The voice is unfamiliar, soothing though, like some kind of drug. 
Struggling, your legs are uncooperative, refusing your order to run.
Greetings warrior, I am Blak4orce, welcome to Daemonica, Satan's Dominion

"It's not the fear, but your inability to use it effectively ,
that gets you killed..."  Ahkenaton 
 
 Daemonica Satan's Dominion (The Poem)
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