I hear

Every day I hear it. Whispered on the streets in daylight, and screamed in the alleyways when no one is thought to be around, but I still hear it. Sometimes as thin as a still voice in a crowded room, other times as loud as the echoing crash of a waterfall, but all the same I hear it.

People, humans, crying out as if with one accord for a hero to save them. A savior to bring them peace, to turn back the tides of darkness all around. The cry for freedom, and light, as they cling desperately to their final ray of futile hope. And now, even my dreams, I hear it.

Of course, I can make only one reply... bring it on.

- Abbadon, Daughter of Raphael, Lord of the Pit, Defender and Champion of the Dark Host