Pride nodded, pleased by this news. "And my siblings? Do any of the other Sins wake?"
"We have felt stirrings, my lord," the cultist replied carefully.
"The network of the faithful speaks of unusual events. Powers awakening, ancient seals breaking. It may be that the time of the Great Return has finally come."
The demon's smile grew wider, showing those too-perfect teeth. "Excellent. Then let us begin the work of reclaiming what was always ours."
He walked to the chamber's wall and placed his hand against the ancient symbols carved there. At his touch, they flared with brilliant light, and the entire pyramid began to hum with power.
Far above, in the desert sands, the black triangle began to glow with crimson fire, a beacon that could be seen for miles across the wasteland.
The Lord Sin of Pride had awakened, and his reign of terror was about to begin.
***
A few days later, in the month of October of the year 1618.
