The Depths of Insanity

The Prologue

"Through aeons of lifeless slumber I finally gain vision. I have seen the dark sky yawning, where I rest with the bodies of fallen gods. Without knowledge, lustre, or name, they now drift in their horror unheeded. Though your mind couldn't bear even the simplest words of wisdom, you yearn for satisfaction. Only one of true fate could ever understand the madness that shadows them"

Words seeming to be written by an unknown prophet of a long forgotten age, stated to have been mumbled or created for some form of religious benefit. Which pantheon of deity(s) this religion or cult actually worships remains unnamed throughout the text, motive of destruction and corruption being demonstrated through a series of horrific images scattered throughout the page, alongside other quotations to a series of nonsensible rants from something that must be truly psychotic by nature. The man at our helm, Gabriel Thoth Sr has decided to be the man that attempts to manifest some form of understanding within these cryptic texts, hours of senseless reading and thoughts of pure horror have led him no closer than where he started, however this will not be his surrender and the situation merely motivates him to work harder. "Samuel! We must make more time for translation" Gabriel's shout would echo throughout the small cave that they stood in, with a response being echoed back shortly. "Ten minutes. Your boys are growing impatient" carrying through the cave as an echo of words, surprisingly each of which would travel incredibly clear. Gabriel would nod in response, giving another look at the texts in his left hand and pointing the flashlight towards the readings with his right. "I have seen the dark sky yawning.. What could that possibly mean?" He would ask himself, lifting his right hand to place the handle of the flashlight inside of his mouth, to hold it with his teeth. Though wobbly, the light would still allow him to see the script-like papers that he would now hold in both hands, flipping from page to page in search for even the slightest of clues.
Mere seconds would pass, uncomfortably beginning to feel to him as if he had spent several minutes attempting to piece the distorted information together. The next taking just a bit longer with about twenty minutes passing. Gabriel would lose himself in these pages of wisdom, gnawing at the scraps of these distorted letters and images hoping to make sense of it all, not because he must but for the simple purpose that if he cannot make sense of this, how could he go on to believe anything he had previously put faifth to? "You musn't lose yourself to this, Gabriel. We've been here an extra half hour already and you're just as clueless as you were yesterday" Samuel would state as he gently places his hand onto the shoulder of his friend Gabriel. It would be at this point that Samuel truly began to
fear this obsession that Gabriel has manifested for this horrific text, worried about not only what it could do to Gabriel but how it could eventually start to affect his own mind as well. "Do you not see it, Samuel? The light that emits from this.. Fascinating intellect that we couldn't possibly realize. We must understand it" The rant spewed from the mouth of Gabriel would cause Samuel to almost cringe back, removing his hand from the shoulder of his now seemingly manic friend.

"You can't be serious. Understand what, Gabriel!?" Samuel would shout in frustration, his anger echoing throughout the entire cave that they still stood in. The shouting would cause Gabriel to jump in reaction, the sleepless night spent reading practical gibberish now taking full toll on his mind and body. His jump of fear however, would be the only given reaction before a very sudden and brief pause was present, only a quick moment would pass before Gabriel would simply nod towards his friend. It would now seem that Gabriel has hit some form of self realization from hearing the likes of his kind-hearted friend shouting in such a manner, realizing now that he should simply listen to someone who is in the right mind, unlike himself. Following Samuel throughout the small cave, Gabriel would wrap a small blanket around his body to keep warm, keeping the sheets of text crumpled up in his right hand. If he was to leave this place he would simply see to it that he finally understood his knowledge elsewhere. Preston Thoth, Gabriel's eldest son would watch his ill-minded father stumble onto the family sailboat, too weak to even acknowledge the presence of the twelve year old boy who had been waiting to see him since his departure yesterday afternoon. Where the boy would hope that his father would be dying to see him after such a long time away, he would instead become crushed as he watched this crazed man rush right back to his crumpled papers, wasting his mental fortitude on otherworldly gibberish without a thought to how it could affect his own son, Gabriel would only continue to toy with his newfound obsession. How long could he possibly let this go on?