War of Light and Shadow - The Fall of the God King

Ulhaeron fumed with barely contained anger at the defiance of his rivals.

Moreso, when he learned that Caldonas and his warriors, whom he despised, fought at their side. Gathering all of his vast hosts, the God-King led his warriors to lay siege upon Akuinor, the better to drown out the triumph of the Aldoren before they could cause him more harm.

 In brazen arrogance, Ulhaeron summoned his brethren in order to humiliate them with his scorn. Instead of that, Aellon stepped forth and issued a terrible verdict upon Ulhaeron, stripping him of all his might and power in front of his armies.

After that Ulhaeron fled the site like a wretch, whilst his armies scattered once their mighty king was gone. Having no one to order them, the Khorgons rampaged across the Cosmos, and now the Cal'ashan were hard pressed in their fight.

Aellon's heart was rent with sadness and dark foreboding. Not even wise Nuviel could entirely lift his heart, after what had happened. The Lord of Light had done what needed to be done, and yet by doing so, he felt he had fulfilled a much darker fate, one that not even his wise consort could sense.

 Ulhaeron wandered the cosmos as a wretch for a time, shrouded in his own self-pity, and stripped of all his former might and glory, only his immortality had remained, bestowed upon him like a torment now.

But the more he wandered, the more of the unfolding beauty of Yrion he witnessed, and he could not stand it. In the apex of his misery, when he could no longer stand to see the beauty of the unfolding dream, Ulhaeron plucked out his own eyes with his hands. But even then he could not find solace, nor a means to reclaim his long lost power.

In the end, Ulhaeron decided to end his miserable existence by willingly casting himself in the bottomless Abyss that lingered down below, in Khanoth. And thus the once-mighty God-King fell, and fell deeper and deeper into the Abyss. Past the ancient hulking Colgatha and their sickening offspring, who ignored his miserable form, down and down he went, screaming with growing despair at his realization that even an end to his shame would not be granted.

 An eternity passed, when even Ulhaeron's screams and despair became meaningless, when suddenly, the fallen god struck the bottom of the abyss. Within the pitch-black darkness of the gloomy realm there was an impossible fire spread across the bottom. A flame that was darker than the darkness of the Khanoth.

 Just like the Pillar of Eternity sustained the whole of Yrion, nourishing the unfolding dream with hope and courage, and the power of creation, the black flame of Khanoth burned as the abstract force of despair, suffering and the power of corruption.

Yet, the Black Flame itself was simply a force that moved blindly, without intent or purpose. It was but a part of the necessary duality that helped the evolution of the universe, and as such it was in perfect balance where it lay in the depths of Khanoth, devouring all that touched it. And so it seemed that finally, Ulhaeron would meet his demise as the Black Flame engulfed his hapless form. Alone and utterly forsaken, the once glorious God-King would finally perish.