You stand upon the Field of battle your allies all dead you see a dark figure tall and menacing beyond measure approaching and he stands before you, clad in black armor and cloaked in darkness as his meer precence causes the surrounding plantlife to rot, you look up and see his flaming skull for a head his long curved horns and his flaming purple eyes, his eyes full of hate and malice his voice thunderous echos, you can almost feel his piercing gaze

Kneel before me, thee great asorath