Kurux – the black-crowned emperor of the greatest empire to rise beneath the red sun – knelt in supplication here in his secret chamber, high in the uttermost tower of his palace. Here he was guarded, and warded, and alone save for that which he summoned, that which he worshiped and feared in equal measure. He chanted the long, slow sounds that were not words in any human speech. He called forth with the power he possessed inside his mind, and the pool before him began to roil, and rise.
As ever, he felt the presence before anything else. An awareness that something immense and mighty focused its attention upon him, and that he was no more than an insect creeping upon the earth in comparison to the vast and terrible mind that now made contact with him. The pool rippled, and then it began to pour upwards, to make a form in the air that was not a shape that belonged to human eyes, and indeed, even to look upon this pallid reflection of the entity would blast and blacken the mind of anyone not gifted with the power such as he possessed.
I answer your weak and puling call. I bend to your small will, fragile though it may be. Give adulation unto my form, and speak. The voice was a terrible thing, echoing through his mind, seeming to shake the very walls. He believed that if it wished, it could blast his city to the ground with a word. His god was a mighty, fearsome god, and nothing else remained on the ruined earth that might contest with it.
And yet, it had limitations. There were boundaries upon its power, and that was why it needed him, and tolerated him, and uplifted him. It gave him power, and he would work its will. “Your form is a thing of beauty unsurpassed,” Kurux said, his voice shaking, for the summoning asked much from him. “Your will is power and it commands me. I supplicate. I adore.”
Speak then. It said.
“I have gathered in all powers to me,” Kurux said. “I have constructed all my war engines in accordance with the old ways. I have pressed a generation of men into my legions, broken them with a rod of iron, and made them into killers above all. My empire is a machine of war, and now, in accord with your will, I will unleash it.”