Before us stood the gate of oblivion, behind us the many creatures which we had scarred and mutilated. In a world where supremacy and chaos reign our vision was beyond the limits of such a monstrous place. A vicious audible assault was too much for the others to allow as power grew beyond our own control. Intoxicated by the pandemonium we were inflicting, our seed-born comrade’s jealousy raged and whispered the words of rebellion.
Standing before the dimensional rift, we had no choice but to embrace the realization that our reign in such a wretched realm had come to an end. In a final rage our true brotherhood slaughtered the armies which had wished to cast us out, a final act of atrocity before willingly entering the gate of oblivion. Marching forth into the hell lands we have found a new world to conquer. We are a vicious breed and the last words upon the lips of man shall be Deadspawn.