In the deepest pit of Hell, in the darkest abyss,
Wrapped in chains of his own hatred
Imprisoned in a cage of immortal fears
Exterminis, Lord of Chaos and Destruction, raged.
A white-hot shard of anger
A single tear of pain
An unrestrained scream of anguish
An unprecedented moment of shame
The perfect storm of poison.
He shaves a sliver of hope
He shaves a sliver of damnation
He shaves a sliver of his hate-fueled rage
From the chains and bars that hold him.
A sliver so small, the gods do not notice
But no mote of creation
Escapes the Lord of Destruction
The force of his indomitable will
Seizes the Shard of Pain.
He infuses the metal with the ooze of the primordial void
He pours his anger, his pain, his desire
into the molten fire.
The intensity of his rage
Sharpens the edge.
The PainBlade awakens
It knows its place.
It will seek a champion
Across time and space.
Find one who is worthy
And corrupt their mortal soul.
Plunge the world into darkness
Destroy creation whole.