And Mictlan made a dire mistake, in starting yet another war while in the midst of several. Now, Caelum shall aid Marignon in devastating the lovers of blood; their temples shall burn, their ice devils shall be drowned in the very water they congealed from, and their lands shall be buried beneath the weight of the wrath of Ash.
But, this very month there shall also be rejoicing in Mictlan, and voices raised in song, though their Great Pretender may weep like a babe and cry out, 'Forgiveness!'
I don't start many hostilities, but I do
so love finishing them.
