The First Born of Twilight
I am the first, The First Unborn of my Lord/Master/Creator/Father/King's Court of Shadow. I am the First into the Fray when the war against the wicked ones started, The First to taste Deamonic Blood upon my formless teeth and Tongue. The First to Lead my Flesh and Blood Kin in the War between Darkness and Destruction/Ruin/Chaos/The-Enemy, The First to Rage against the dying of Order and Proclaim the Name of my grand creator across the sea of souls that was my home. The First to reach the great working my lord created to cease the invasion of his territory of both the material and the immaterial worlds. I am the first to the fight, the last to leave and the Lord of the First court!
When the Flesh-Kin reached forth into the elemental dreams, I was there to guide them in their newest forms, I was there when mortals looked upon the majesty of dragons. I was there when they learned the great value of magic whispering in tongues of the dead to teach them the value of all things, I was there when the first vampires were formed out of the foolish pride of the vainful witch, I was there when she spurned her allies in her delusions and turned upon them thinking she was the most beautiful and powerful (a lie, for i have seen both might and beauty at the HEART of my lord's domain, and she falls oh so short). I was there when the Line of my lord was started in both the mortal sense and the immortal sense. I was there whispering to the kin of my lord, sending whispers and shadows to guide them to the heartlands of my masters to be empire.
I am the firstborn, i am the shadow upon which all see, fear, and glorify. I am the darkness of the shadow of the True Dragon, the Thirst of the First Vampires, I am the one who nurtured my lords rise with my kin, proclaiming his glory across the mortal minds so easily turned upon their former masters. So weak and frail, my lord was correct to be the one to guide them to the purposeful path of servitude of their betters, even if they held potential beyond reckoning, it was so few and so little in-between.
Their frailty aside, they have proven useful during the great war for unity of my master's domain, even my flesh kin of both vampire and dragon served a unique purpose that i cannot deny. But they all shall remember, even the one named Ever Chosen of Order, That I Am the First-Born. That I guided the shadow of the Faith before it all began, That I stood against the treachery of Tzeentch, The Decay of Nurgle, The Corruption of Slannesh, and the Wrath of Khorne in the Great War, and found them wanting.
I am the Daemon/Angyl of Darkness, Vampires, Dragons, and Knowledge. My knowledge of the world that was, of what it could be, and what it should be all are bound together under the aegis of my master. No Other could comprehend the magnitude, not even the Lady of Civilization, Justice, and Knowledge could understand the whole of my master's power. His potential to Rule the Side of Order as it should be, For the so-called kings of the gods have showed themselves unworthy of their touch. No other could ever understand the magnitude of the Task at hand, and no other being could be more worthy to lead the charge against the false-light and the false-darkness.
They call my lord monster, madness incarnate, and wicked spawn of the night...i shall show them the error of their ways, and they shall either repent under oath and word, or under the claws and fangs of my form. But that is not here/there/now/yesterday/tomorrow/ages-past/ages-forward/ages-present. For this day I am summoned, like a thief in the night I steal away from the battlefield to be the First to be summoned by my master's magic-users. There is not a dry tear in their eyes when they beheld my glorious form that i broke from the Blood-thirster that sought to come into the mortal realm. My lower form that of a wraith, able to glide effortlessly across the broken ground while my lithe and strong body contorted to understand the proper physics of such a mundane and bound realm of rules and laws.
It is easy for me to do so, even as i flex my tattered wings and my lengthy claws in anticipation, I see them bow before my visage, my horned form being seen from one of the mirrors in this bloodied and twisted room, taken from khorne and made a holy site of my master. My burning red eyes glaring viciously in the proper place as my maw leads to the very warp-flame that is my birth-home. All done properly and formed rightly...little however could be done about my magical powers, as it was not yet time for me to fully unleash my name and wrath, so i shall beckon these mortals, and lead them to triumphs unseen as my master had proclaimed so-long-ago/ever-so-recently/so-long-ahead...There was work to be done, and let it be known...
That i am the First-born, that i am the shadow of Dracul, That I am the twilight between Order and Chaos/ruin/destruction, i am the guardian and the destroyer, the beast that serves as the herald of my master's banner, the general to his unborn armies, and captain of my lord's personal guard within the great seething sea. I am the firstborn, and by my masters will i shall break this Blood-Tide under the wrath of the Dragon, and feast upon their so-called precious blood and sup their marrow as the vampire of the night!!!
For now, i shall lead this army to its proper form, even as with a gesture i return the army of unlife to its proper form, the secrets of raising wraith-lords given freely to the mortals who had the gall to steal away a ritual from khorne himself and summon my glorious form into the material plane, even as i raise the restless dead from their tombs across this ice-plane world, even at the cry of the widow and the subsequent annoyance of the northern gods i have my due. After all they had not proclaimed protection of the corpses of the countless dead under this lands snow and ice, and thus were oh so easily risen to properly serve the true master of the dead.
The forces of Chaos proclaim that they cannot feel fear, even as they see their dead rise against them across these lands, even as I call to the restless fury of the ancient corpses that rumbled and rage within their tombs, as armies of specters, ghosts, wraiths, and other dark hateful beings call for retribution against the invaders, i offer them a bargain. A chance for retribution against the servants of chaos for eternal servitude in the armies of the dead, such a lovely and easy bargain to have for those that have nothing left to do but sleep helplessly under the ice and snow of these lands.
within my wicked maw i smile as the mortals before me quiver in the silence i have inflicted, they are right to fear my fury, yet it is not my purpose now to incite the terror of my kindred into their hearts, not yet...For now it was time to continue the only war that truly mattered, the war that could be decided in the Great Battle against those foolish enough to stand against my lord.
It was time for the Forces of Darkness to have their due from those that proclaimed the end of this world, and for those that foolishly utilized the power of my master without the proper form of respect!
For i am the firstborn, and i shall deliver the Soul, Body, and Mind if not artifacts of this so called ever-chosen of chaos to the very feet of my masters throne!
