As Xen gazed up the world, from which the ancient sphere in front of him shown, he had seen much from many Kingdoms. War, death, love, destruction, pain. All of which are born into these Kingdoms. Many of which he hated, many of which he adored, and many of which he could take over with just the flick of his wrist. But, as he gazed upon these Kingdoms, he had seen just what his own Kingdom had. Joy, sorrow, pain, agony, destruction, fear, hate, love, anger, and war. It was then that he realized that true nature of Kingdoms are not made from these, but of the people within them. He stood from his throne as he looked upon the hellish army he had so dearly enjoyed and hated making. He was ruler of this level of Hell, and soon-to-be ruler of a certain Kingdom, re-created into his hellish flames. As Xen gazed upon the world sphere one last time, he held out his hand, the world sphere shattered. "So...brother...where's your God now?"
Hmph...why not. I accept. [IMG]
