Lair conversation of our boy Doth with some shadowy figures #

Woman1: ..maybe we should not move as planned I suffer delays because of your failures. You should have conquered the west by now.

Woman2: With my creations and Erebos’s legions, resistance is irrelevant. The outcome is inevitable.

Woman1: so you say but Melekoth is no more and the aether tells me otherwise.

Man1: The aether is noise. You misinterpret it.

Woman1: IS IT? IT SHOUTS OF DISGUSTING HOPE

Man2: ENOUGH. I grow weary of whispers and omens. We march as planned. Blood will answer every doubt. My blade has waited long enough. My sword demands slaughter with or without you...you.. You (points woman1) were a mistake in the first place , I should have cut you down when you first arrived..

Woman1: Am I? and where were you before me? struggling for months to claim a single city—outmaneuvered by stupid watch dogs. You owe my masters. They are patient only in theory. In practice, they prefer to consume your minds and hear your screams without limits.

Man1: It will be as we promised When the world is secured, your masters will receive their tribute. In return, we govern what remains.

Woman1: "Govern" (laughs) Such a strong word for what will be left. I will ascend to the Crown. The harvest beacons must sing.
Are the vessels prepared?

Woman3: Yes I can hear their screams daily (she sounds to like the screams)

Woman1: Good. Sustained anguish sharpens the signal.

Woman1: Understand this: your world burns whether you kneel or not. My masters are capable of mercy, for a price When you beg—
ensure you offer something worth keeping. (leaves) (after a pause) Woman3: There is another matter my spies in the lower planes say troubling things. Some say he has arisen others say Causality is close to free him.

Man1: Now he is gone we cannot do anything else but stick to the plan. Will the alien disease be ready?

Woman2 Yes the alien victory will be short lived.

Man2: You must find a way to close the barrier so we can empty the lair and find the map so we can know for sure.

Man1: They wont be pleased

Man2: I fear not weak little vampires priests. They will be cleansed by holy violence

Woman3: I have devised a plan to penetrate the portal but it will be demanding and dangerous. The weave gifts us with many powers except the manipulation of its opposite.

Man2: Just do your job whore and spare us of your excuses

Woman3: leaves

Woman2: What subtle way to make her leave.

Man2: I hear your grasp of the empire is slipping. How foolish of him to appoint you as the successor of his cult.

Man1: Carefull Erebos.

Man2: I had enough of this conversation just do your fucking job. (leaves)

Woman2: Is your grasp slipping?

Man1: No I am in control there are only light complications.

Woman2: I hope you are right (leaves)

An African American elf busts open the mother fucking door with his mother fucking leg.

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