Eternal Father

Panatha
-:Vain Hallow Keep:-
The day was dark, clouds blanketing the sky as a slow downpour bathed the land. Out in the distance lightning struck fiercely as a storm out at sea continued to rage, but stayed clear of the unnatural structure that rose from the small peninsula like a cancerous tumor. Tall towers and thick walls comprised the keep, winged beasts circling the perimeter slowly, spying for any threat in or around the massive castle. A small blockade of sandy isles surrounded the peninsula, some of them the graves of foolish rebels who had launched a pitiful aquatic assault against the keep of the Black Iron Tyrant. The ships had been neglected, and sat marooned on the islands like some sort of wicked crown upon the peninsula's head. The mood outside may have been one to cause depression and untold sorrow, but within the thick walls of the keep an endless party raged on...The throne room was the most festival of all chambers. A large expansive room, larger than any other in the castle save for the arena far down below, and had open balconies lining each side of the great hall. Outside the rain and the cold reigned supreme, but inside the passions controlled those attended. Great banquets of food and drink were constantly brought out to the ravishing masses, and an uncountable number of pleasure girls and whores were intermixed with the noblemen and guards. The entire room smelled of food, drink, sweat, sex, and even death. Passions were allowed to roam free in this place, and confrontations quickly turned to violence before the vile nature of the crime was consumed by the other passions dominating the room. No one actually cared if another person perished, so long as their passions were constantly sated they were content to watch blood intermingle with the fluids of intercourse.
High above them all was the architect of this grandiose display of passion, but he was not alone. Surrounding him were the finest of whores, all voluptuous and nude for their Lord and Master. The Emperor of this realm sipped from a goblet of wine as he watched the spectacle unfold with malicious glee dancing in his emerald eyes, while one of his concubines slowly ran her delicate fingers through his luscious raven black hair. As one of the concubines was getting rather feisty with the Emperor, a robed servitor calmly approached the Emperor and knelt before him. "Your grace, our scanners have detected a small ship entering the atmosphere transmitting Imperial codes... It's an older code, my liege, but it checks out. Shall we send fighters to destroy it, milord?" The Emperor merely smiled and sipped from his wine, dark humor now flirting across his features.
"Let the ship land." Kaine said with a chuckle, "My son has finally come back."
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