Toruz Mak seemed to more dead than usual. Illuminated by the green bioluminescent growths that hung from the cavern ceiling high above the city. Its mindless denizens wandered through its rotten streets, only their movement kept them from blending in with the decaying landscape. 

Karuz Thrak slouched in his Throne, resting his head on a loosely gripped fist. His glowing yellow eyes stared blankly out of the blackness of his cowl, looking upon his visitor with little regard. Thrak had been of late depressed, as the last of his captives from the mortal realm had finally succumbed to her ailment and become no more than a another Kul Rak in his host. His lastes attempt at a plague on the world of man had ended in failure, and for the past century he'd been moping. 

As the small creature spoke he nodded his head slowly up and down, up and down. The words filtered through his mind and slowly they began to register with him. 

“How is this possible?” he grumbled without so much as a minor movement.

“And if this is possible what does that mean to me? This coming from some minor denizen, some jester? What would you have me do? Eh? Would you have me call forth my legions and march them into the heart of the mortal realm? Concoct more disease and plague to reap the souls of humanity and unite the decaying corpses of man’s factions under my realm? What would you have me....” He trailed in the middle of his sentence. His hand was raised now, as he had been speaking quite emphatically and using hand gestures to emphasize what he had originally thought to be a nonsensical notion. He rose from his throne, slowly and using both hands, as if the thought he was having sapped some portion of his demonic strength. He moved towards the wretch, slowly down the cracked steps of his throne. 

“What would I do?” He pondered out loud with raspy, and ear-tingling voice. “If what you say is true, stranger. Then I could seize this opportunity. If the way to the mortal realm has been opened, then what is stopping me?”

He towered over the small creature, and looked down upon him with delight, and the smallest bit of suspicion. “But what if you lie? What if this is a ruse by some other demonic lord? What enemies have I made over the centuries?” He looked at his large maw of a hand and clenched it into a fist. 

“Too many to count.” 

He turned from the weak little jester, and retook his slouched position upon his throne. “What evidence have you that this is true? For if this is true, then… by all that is dead and gone I will reign a pestilence upon the mortal realm like that of none seen before.” 

Thrak tapped his fingers upon the throne’s armrests, “Well?”