To Drown in Sand

Carisimmi's Lore: Ch1

If walls could talk, oh what secrets they would spill.

The walls of Ashurbanipal could not speak but their contents held more words than any mortal could hope to understand. The great library held thousands of books, tomes and scrolls, each one carefully handpicked and placed there by a Supreme Being. These books were precious and as such, one had to have a certain level of clearing the deeper they went. Ancient scrolls full of forbidden spells and tomes on long lost magic. Stories from the realm of the Supreme Beings.

Ashurbanipal was the greatest collection of knowledge in all of Yggdrasil.

But the most valuable collection there was the memoirs of the Supreme Beings. Each tome was kept in a separate case made of glass blown from soul sand found in the deepest pits of Hellheim. The stories of their devine creation was restricted to only those of the absolute highest rankings and even then...

No one dared to touch them.

It was an unspoken rule that no one was to touch these precious tomes without explicit permission from the Supreme Beings. But oh how Titus longed to peruse their pages. Especially Lady Carisimmi's now that she was to stay with them permanently.

But alas, those pages would elude him.

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Chapter 1: The Beginning is the End

The fall of Lucifer.

The betrayal of Lillith.

The temptation of Eve.

The murder of Able.

The marriage of Lucifer and Lilith at the height of the Egyptian plagues.

Each of these events were centennial celebrations within Hell. Stone obelisks, gleaming black under the eternal fires of the damned, depicted each major event of the kingdom of the forever condemned.

The largest of these obelisks, however, stood as a pillar of brilliant white. The obelisk was erected at the peak of the summer solstice and captured what little sunlight escaped the heavens as it tried to strike down the queen at her most vulnerable.

During the birth of the heir.

The babe, so small and fragile, was not meant to be born. An angel should have never lain with a mortal. But an angel should have never fallen from heaven.

This child was born with hair so white that Heaven could see it from every corner of its realm. Her eyes swam with the colors of Eden that Lilith stole her immortality from. Her skin like the Earth Lucifer swayed so easily from his father's will. Her soul was as pure and unblemished by the sins of her kingdom. No purer soul has been born since Christ himself.

But all breaths were held for the child never cried. She stared with eyes so empty that not even death could warm them. The soul was present but life seemed to be absent.

For seven days, Hell laid silent under the weight of the birth.

On the first day, the obelisk burned with the captured light of Heaven.

On the second day, the skies of Hell became clear for the first time since Creation.

On the third day, Purgatory rumbled as it expanded into the void of nothingness.

On the fourth day, the jets that served as the moon, the sun and stars went out for a startling 24 hours.

On the fifth day, a pack of albino hellhounds were born.