Kneeling before me. The follower of love. The follower of light. The follower of impurity. I lift my axe surrounded by the horde of true evil and darkness. The first general sits upon a dark blooded horse. The eyes of the general as black as the void, and face forever fixed with disgust and sinful dignity, he goes by the name PLAGUE. Still the disgusting parasitic swine kneels before the Gods of TRUE darkness who go by the chosen infernal names Wraith and Plague, all surrounded by our damned horde. I hold my axe as Plague strides over, and spits a mouthful of blood, and lifts his sword. Without a word, and heart full of HATE and DISGUST, he slays the unworthy.