Those from beyond

                                                                    Those From Beyond

The young drow looked in shock seeing the drow in front of him scythe behind his neck ready to yank. Both drow had been partners for years in the underdark for the last 10 years, students of the black art of necromancy. Finally in their final moments they stood ready to kill each other, yet Orcus did not strike his foe. As he died, all he felt was hatred for his lord, he had been given the power to kill his  house and escape, but to fall at the hands of one so weak was and insult All goes black, as he feels his very soul being pulled down deep into the many layers to fall through the abyss.
He had been forced into the abyss were the dead crowded around the evil spirit, forced to suffer at the hands of all the dead and their demonic task masters. He finally was forced to his knees and view his dark lord above him a dark pig like demon, with large horns and muscular frame. Orcus stood growling at his newest servant. “Kneel child for I am your master, you will serve me for eternity, for the power I gave you in life” the dark demon lord chuckled. And for thousands of years he did.
He stood now no longer slave. A loyal servant of the grand lord. He for the time he stayed suffering at the hands of his lord, he saw his old partner. Watched as the old partner and his sister, and the lover all ran from the underdark. Watched as the three rose to power on the surface, with even devils and Orcus finally to scared to fight them, yet he wondered how, how could those three become next to gods in those thousand s of years and still live. He once was a magnificent creator of the damned, undead so strong that no one even understood what they were.
His old partner Falor, the new god of death and slaughter had transcended into god hood. His partner’s sister, Ashawa the dragon queen who stole the very power of mephestopholies and the maker of life. The lover Ulnrot, the guardian of life and the psionic lord who guards the passage of realms. They had grew so strong ready to become gods yet he was there, beside a scared coward who loved death more then he yet sat their complacent. He must gain it the power, he felt n need for revenge he just wished for what they had and no one would stop him.
Orcus laid defeated below the new lord of death, with a new fire from the very death at his command. He would rule. Sensing the home of the queen a flying city mixed with the power of mind magic and fire. It was beautiful as it held the souls of all her people so they could live forever if they so choose.  Good drow with good elf’s by their side, even the time they fell they managed to raise once more, truly they were to be feared, but even the brother who ruled the realms of death and a necropolis in the frozen north. Now tough he must gather his strength if he truly wished to come back.
The time came when he finally saw hope. The youngest daughter a powerful mix. While most of Ashawa’s children are powerful, the one she and Ulnrot held much more than their sibling. The daughter was powerful, molding massive bricks and platforms of psionic energy, she could manipulate the energy and create grand structure in only a short time. He saw her and knew his ability to make false life and hers for these constructs. They could do what they wished and he would rule.  
He plotted and plotted now the damned within the abyss under his control. Now he only needed to acquire the girl and some trust from his old friends then, damnation I’ll be the worlds to share. Just now to enter the conduit. Just the matter of the hellfire…