WICKED VS. DEAD:

Witches and Liches

Who will rule the world?
Depends on which side you’re on…

WICKED
We are the Daughters of Baalate, called Circe, called the Morrigan, Queen of Nightmares, She Who Rides the Dragon. We who tamed angels with our fingers and tongues, then stole their magic and re-made the world in our own image. We who know the secret name of the fire, who guard the fountain of pure water, who ride the wind’s laughter, who dream in the earth’s embrace.

We are the Priestesses of the Goddess, the Sacred Harlot, the Holy Mother, the Cruel Crone. We dance naked under the Moon and spill the blood of the buck and doe. We ensorcel the minds of weak men and use them as we see fit. We are the dweomerlings, the dreamers, the dancers. We tame the snake to draw the poison from its belly and taste its forbidden wisdom.

We are the Wicked. Daughters of Baalate, daughters of fortitude, drunk on the wines of our fornications. And we are the true Masters of the world.

DEAD
We are the Sons of Mordiggian, called the Charnel God, called the Eater, called the Lord of the Dead. We are the ones who captured Death and shattered his scythe. We broke his bones and sucked out the marrow, drinking the drug called World Without End. We are unbound by supple flesh, creatures of pure Mind. When the Body dies, we live on. Endless and eternal, we are what will always be.

Priests of the Undying God, the violator of graves, the Unholy Father, the Render of Flesh. We sing songs in His name with meat and veins between our teeth. Our sorceries are older than the world, and we use them as we see fit. We are the Undying, the reapers, the ravagers. We tamed the Living Gods, broke their wills until they begged us for death, and then, we made thrones from their bones.

We are the Dead. Sons of Mordiggian, necromancers, drunk on the blood of our enemies. And we are the true Masters of the world.