Merolutep Awakens

            The earth groaned as Merolutep shifted. The humans, he knew, were drilling deep into the earth’s mantle, trying to extract his essence. All was going according to plan.

            Soon. Soon he would rise and share his vision with the world. It would be his gift, his way of giving thanks for service rendered. Humanity had been faithful to him for quite some time now, taking his gifts of power. They fueled their societies with his gift, used it as both an instrument for success and motivation for ruin. Civilizations were built upon his essence; they had come to rely on his boons. But soon, so soon, a new age would dawn. Phase two would begin.

            The vulture and the snake had heeded his call. Loyal beasts, they would serve his vision well, and in turn, be rewarded. If they survived his onslaught, that is. The world has only experienced a fraction of his strength, and already the humans had devolved into war-mongering beasts. But then again, such habits were in their nature. He could hardly take credit for every corrupt facet of human society.

            But he could take some. And soon, he’d hold even greater sway over their world. He would become their god, a manifestation of greed and necessity, devastation and progress. In short, he’d bring chaos to the world.
             Let the world tremble, so that it may be reborn in his image.