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It had seemed like only an hour ago Damien arrived in the Afterlife, but it had been many years. Damien had been engulfed in darkness since he turned his back in defiance to the Gods, but he knew that something was amiss back on Earth. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see what was going on...Operation: Silent Hammer.....the systematic toppling of Rayne, the one who killed him. He also saw his friend Bastien, and he had been more withdrawn since the passing. He thought about it for a minute, then decided that it was time...time to channel his energies and speak to Bastien from the other side. Damien closed his eyes and concentrated hard on Bastien, and he saw him. And in that moment, Damien spoke:

Hello Bastien. There is much peril in the world right now, I have seen it. I apologize for my departure and the aftermath of it because up until now I have done nothing...I could not do anything. But now a great quest has begun on Earth, and the valiant actions of these heros has stirred me here in the other side. I have awakened from my slumber Bastien, the Dread Fires are beginning to be rekindled! Prepare for my arrival, old friend...I will see you soon.....

And with that, Damien concentrated as hard as he possibly could, and sent a vision to Bastien....
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...a vision of himself, alive and unscarred. Damien exhaled and opened his eyes, and he hoped his friend heard him from across the realms.

Bastien convulses, clawing his way through sleep and dreams to wake. His blankets are covered in sweat and his thick blonde hair matted to his forehead.

A dream... Only a dream.

Climbing from the bed, Bastien pads naked to a bedside table and pours himself a large draught of brandy that he swallows back immediately. Filling the glass once more, he moves to a large, hiebound chair and slumps down, heart still thumping wildly.

Damien, my old friend. Why do you haunt my dreams still? Does the call of warm flesh and cold steel still sing to you?

Sighing, Bastien nurses his brandy, and several more glasses before finally slumping low in the great chair and closing his eyes. With Dayne missing, and the South on the verge of Blood Feud, he had slept too little lately, and what sleep he stole was haunted by nighmares. Finally, though, he drifts off, his thoughts on Dreadfire and what could have been.

Only a dream...

{{OOC: Sorry for the weak ass post. I'm barely getting time to check my tellies and issues lately, but I think it's about time for some fucking ME time. Looking forward to my friend's return :) }}

For many days now a rumble echoed inside the Halls of the Dead. From behind it's gates of gloom, this disturbance seemed to be originating from the undersections of the Halls. The rumbling grew louder day by day...echoing up from a simple cellar door. Yes, the Tomb of the Mutilated had been disturbed for the first time due to the major buildup up psychokinetic energies in the country. After Damien reached across the boundaries of the realms to contact Bastien, the doors to the Tomb blew open explosively coughing up a single entity. With great speed this entity passed down the corpse ridden corridors, until it came upon a collection of Rayne's Strikers. Within a split second, the Strikers were turned to blackened dust as this entity passed through them. It paused at the gates and gathered it's energies, and in a blast of power threw open the sealed gates of the Halls.

The entity raced over the Halls and over the countryside, through the woods, and over the streams, across the valleys and over the mountains, and across the ocean, past the beach, and over the plains, and up the hill, and into Bastien's room. It paused suspended above the sleeping Bastien, and slowly began manifesting itself. While Bastien slept, the entity took up a seat and began speaking to Bastien. His words were as rough as stone, and the entity kept Bastien asleep as it spoke.

Bastien.......a storm is coming, for I have been awakened from my slumber. The Dread Fires burn once again Bastien....for you can feel them even now, can't you? We must make haste and ready for the glorious Second Coming of the Dread Fires. The storm brews ever violently Bastien....do not let the Flame consume you...

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He Who Shall Remain Unnamed
-Lord of the Death Dealers-
Servant of the Dread Fires


And having said his words, the entity faded into shadow.

OOC: Bump for Pantera