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[Bailos]

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The crisp, dry night air hung outside Castle Blackguard early in the morning just before dawn, when the moon was out of the sky and even the stars themselves seemed to yield to the never ending blackness of space.

Talon rolled over and clung to the sheets already wrapped so tightly around him, but he soon found his otherwise peaceful sleep invaded...

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Talon's mind soon guided him to a familiar setting; himself walking down the main road in Sanctus. Ascending the steps to the entrance, the sun quickly sank in time with his walk. The sounds of the hustle and bustle of the city below faded away and the warm sun disappeared on the horizon. The faint glow of a reddish light surrounded by pitch black enveloped the great vault of the sky. All sound faded away, the birds stopped chirping, the wind stopped blowing....

Talon pushes the doors to the Castle's main chamber away and starts the walk to his throne. The path lined with dozens of citizens and soldiers, all of them stone silent, looking with cold eyes as Talon strode forward. Their sunken eyes and sickly green palor confirmed his fears....they were all dead. None of them said a word. More and more continued to fill the room, pouring in from outside and from doors off of the main chamber. All of them looking at him with their stone gaze.

Turning his attention to his throne as he neared it, one man stepped forward from the crowd clad in a black robe that flowed to the floor. Finally the silence broke as the unmistakable, deep, booming, but always calm voice of Bailos washed over Talon's ears

Welcome home, My Lord...

The dozens of dead filling the crowd all turned to the throne and Talon could see their faces now. Some he recognized as his own men, some he recognized as visions of the past, some he didnt know. They all stared at him and took a knee, genuflecting and bowing to the King of Sanctus

Except for two men.

Bailos, standing in the middle softly and slowly stepped forward, closer to Talon. In from the door behind him came a shadowy figure whom Talon's eyes could not focus on. It stepped closer still, stopping just behind the Sinister Lord. Stepping to the side of Bailos this figure was closer still. The shadowy manned looked up at Talon and he too was dead...It Was Spawn

...Everything faded to blackness...

...Talon was alone in his throne room...

...Bailos's voice was the only thing left...

These souls belong to me, you King of Men. Soon, they all will.
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