"Scythe...you have my word..."
A deep, gravelly voice sliced through the darkness, sounding as if its source were everywhere at once. Something moved from within the blackness and stepped forward slowly, legs trembling as a man raised his hooded head to reply.
"How will I know? How will I know you have done it?"
His voice seemed insignificant compared to the overwhelming presence in the opaque gloom. The gravelly voice began to laugh, a horrible, crude laughter that sounded like the screams of a thousand dying men. The man collapsed to the ground, his arms pressed against his ears. It felt as if clotted blood was oozing out of them.
"You greedy humans! So unfaithful! Fine, I will show you now!"
With a horrific shriek, the presence shifted and the man howled in excruciating agony until his throat was raw with blood and saliva. He was forced to rise to his feet, face staring upwards where the sky should be. His mouth was wide open in a silent scream and his eyes were leaking crimson water. The man could feel the emptiness of the dark tearing at his chest like a hundred claws, taking root and spreading out across his body with relentless speed, eating him away bit by bit. It didn't stop until the man could no longer be distinguished from the bitter darkness. The presence shifted once more, and stood still as it whispered out words slathered with malice.
"Go now, my Menacer, evoke the chaos you so desire...go to Lysterac."
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Lysterac
FantasyHe’s after the world, the power, the immortality. He’s already paid the price, it can’t be reversed. They don’t know what they’re looking for, yet. They’re trying to find something, find anything. He lacks something. They need something. And both wi...
