Aberrant

"When I see the oncoming tide of another world, I will embrace the feeling of a foreign reign upon my shoulders as I am below a royalty, on my knees as a peasant. Stepping stone of the exotic hand that shames even the Gods themselves, a nigh omnipotent power that scares that very fabric of our universe. But like all things, whether mortal or immortal, even Amortal, they all fall one day. In the pits of their own Hell, molded by their very hands. At that moment, I am a peasant no more"