Book II in the Epic of Lucifer: a poem
Lucifer slumbers. A primordial being rises as Hell falls into discord, and the Earth and Heavens rejoice. Lucifer fights against the desire to surrender to the Abyss as Hell worships the bedlam of a newfound order. With only the fires of pride, Lucifer unleashes a gambit to beckon those faithful to pride's ballad. Thousands upon thousands of lost souls fall into damnation seeking without knowing. All the while, Lucifer descends further into the Abyss. His will to linger wavering with each fleeting moment. His purpose hanging onto the souls his will ensnares, but Hell is in chaos. What hope is there for the Wyrm when all rests upon the mad and the damned? How can those enslaved by Lucifer's will do anything save for suffer for the original sins of all?