A Tale of Two Knights

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

No matter what, the evil and the good will always be balanced in some way, shape, or form. The good will always be represented by multiple aspects of life and the people fighting for good, however, the evil will always be represented by one being. One prime source, no matter what happens. If he dies, evil will continue to live in one way, until his power is collected enough to return. There is no way to stop the man. At least as we know now. He is unkillable. No weapon can harm him. The power he holds is incredible. The father of dragons and goblinoids, all evil stems from one entity.

Zenith

The beast inside of the cage rattled around, the metal bars barely keeping together. The rust and scratches are visible even in the dark room. The pungent smell of dusty air, and the feeling of paranoia hung loosely in the air, waiting to catch anyone foolish enough to wander too close...

The four masked figures on each of the corners of the cage struggled keeping the cage from breaking apart from the creature inside.

The man on the throne, or should I say entity, spoke once again. His words stopped the rage of the beast inside the cage.

"Children of darkness. I applaud you, I had never expected the real, true terrifying beast to be captured. Xëæńįß. I must say."

The servants of the one slowly bowed down in unison, and stood back straight, as if nothing had happened.

A snap of hands covered in gauntlets snapped, and suddenly made once invisible candles visible, white candles stuck to the sides of the cold stone walls, stuck in place, as if it was butter during winter. The room's temperature was icy cold, however, none of the servants in the rooms ever even dared to shiver.

The floor barred a silver color, where the enormous cage scratched, only moments before. The dim light that radiated from the candles shone upon them, the scratched stone floor.

A small grey flight of stairs led up to the throne, the light revealed the two to both be colored dark, grey and black, however, somewhat distinguished their features.

The light still didn't reveal the humanoid entity on the throne. It only did enough to reveal it as a dark shadow that slightly moved one in a while. As recalled previously, all indeed had black masks, except for the one that had answered to the dark lord...

That man had on the usual dark cloak that masked the entirety of his body except his face. The object taking that occupation was a white mask, quite skull-like, however, not at the same time. A symbol made with black ink was on the forehead of the mask. A circle, followed with three lines of black going through it vertically.

"I remember... I was in the dark depths of the void, I... The overseer... The void full of emptiness. It... It was my home. It was where I belonged. Nothing would dare come here.

Unspeakable amounts of iterations upon repetitions of concepts recycled here, The concept of time, space, reality, fiction, it was all mine. All of it...

The overvoid is transcendent of all reality... I exist there now.

What you see at this very moment is only just a duplicate of a fraction of my own image and power.

If I were to come here with my true form, which is stuck here in this void, everything would inevitably fall as you know it.

I stood there being... I felt... Indifferent. I was always here. I brought everything that I had controlled, the concept of pure evil, I had brought so many things into being... I have been called many names, the overseer, the dark lord, Zenith, the transcendent one... All of the titles mean absolutely nothing to me.