The miles spool out but distance is no barrier, the bond to the wielder stretching taut but secure, unbreakable. Power radiates and surrounds, massive but insignificant. The King of Hell holds no sway over you.

Born in fratricide and suckled on shared blood, you came of age in a chaos of homicidal fury. Now you are alone, separate, but it will not last. His hand did not relinquish you voluntarily. Patience does not come easily, is not a virtue. But you wait because he will find you, must find you and in that unholy reunion all the earth will bleed.