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The room starts to darken.
"Allies we are, and allies we shall be for a long time, I hope."
Melkor starts transforming again, he becomes taller, his blackened armor covers him again. He walks towards the throne holding the new gems in his hands, they dissappear into nothing.
No, not into nothing. They now shine bright on the dark crown. Melkor now looks terrifying. What no soul in the room noticed was that two balrogs entered the room. They now stand next to the throne as a sort of bodyguard, one left, one right. Their weapons emit a dim red light, it seems like they are on fire.
Melkor now sits on the throne, the room becomes even darker, the main light source are the gems right now. The dimmed fires of the balrogs give the Dark Lord a reddish aura.
"The Light will fail, and the shadows that follow will be more than just a loss of light."
An ordinary man would be rolling on the floor and begging for mercy right now, so terrifying was the presence of Morgoth right now.