Nine Riders there were, and the Witch-King their master of old.
Each wore a ring, symbol of Sauron’s lordship; more than that:
each golden band was a servant of the One Ring, forged in
Orodruin. They had once been mortal men; now they were
wraiths: unsubstantial, Dark Spirit; they lived in both worlds
simultaneously, but not without torment. They hated
their evil Lord, but were compelled to serve him all the days
of their lives…and they were deathless. Through the long centuries
it had always been the same: they had to do his will.
But they could blame only themselves; they had lusted for
power and had chosen the Darkness. And it had chosen
them. It had given them power over other wills,
but at a dreadful price: surrendering their souls to the
DARKNESS WENT WITH THEM, AND THEY CRIED WITH THE VOICES OF DEATH.
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FEATURED IN: “GOT BRAINS”.