It was five years ago that they walked out of the Arizona deserts, figures shimmering in the heat. In a moment they stood before us and cast the puzzle box of Pestilence Reborn at our feet. Then without word or discernible movement they were once again part of the mirage manipulated horizon. Thoughtless and careless, mesmerized by this unlooked for gift, we reached for the box, eager fingers caressing symbols and sigils that seemed to excrete sickness through our skin…and then the pain began, the nightmares of hook and claw and barbed wire embrace…an eternity of agony.
Now screams become silence…and they are here again, the desert sun at their backs. They offer us a glass of emerald liquid that seems to move within the clear walls that surround it. Bile Of The Gods. Without hesitation we take it. We drink, we swallow…we are undone.