It was the time of the Great Calling, and all the beasts of the Nethersphere had gathered, responding to the silent signal. Kortek stood and watched them as they approached, two by two, and bowed their heads at the altar. He was their leader, not god as much as a tool of the beings they served, and it was more to the beings he represented than he himself they were now showing their respect to.
Fools, he mentally spat, although his face and demeanor showed no sign of the contempt he felt. Hed been their avatar, their ruler, but it was not by his hand that they served, rather by the things that empowered him. This will soon change
the thought warmed him, and his smile grew more beatific and radiant as he greeted the next pilgrims.
When all were assembled, he strode to the center of the pavilion, his verdant robes gleaming in the reflected light of a thousand thousand astral entities, and he turned to face his arrayed charges as they gazed upon him in eager anticipation of the