A Betrayal
as the world faded away from us,
all that was left was just that,
when the bait is laid,
when the hook is thrown,
You will be like a stray dog going back to its vomit,
and take what little it had,
but sacrifice all that you said lived for,
and never find your way.
The Man
The man stared at me,
Not at me, but inside me,
It saw what I was, who I was,
It revealed itself in the candlelight,
I expected a demon of the hills of Hell,
But oh how wrong I was then, and I will always,
It wasn't a demon, nor an angel, or a creature of the deep,
But perhaps the most dangerous of them all.
Me.
Atherium
Atherium souls encircle the hands of the necrosis
The casters of the unspeakable
Consend the innocent souls of Atherium
The great tower it now stands
The screams scratch our minds
Aching for the release of its parables
But end it will when moves the Father's hands
When the sky is turned to rime
The day that the wound opens it's monocle's eye
And the night that the Atherium souls finally sleep
On Earth :
Solomon was reading forbidden books from raided libraries of The Veiled.
Solomon now understood the risks of this power.
The names of the elements seeped into his mind, slowly corrupting his greedy soul. He. Wanted. More.
As he researched, he understood the one he found : Aether. As he read, he saw the potential of his power, and the risks; the strengths and weaknesses of his element and the others. The basics and advanced teachings passed to master to apprentice; Father and Mother to daughter and son. He watched the veiled men in the giant plastic tubes, slowly rotting away; the lying mask flickering the red mist.
He pressed a small button among an array of buttons on his desk, and one of the tubes unlocked, and opened for him. The stench of rot sharply stung his sense of smell, but his greed mirrored the stench. He carefully ripped the mask off of the corpse, closed and locked the tube himself. The mask flickered in his hand, just aching for a mind to corrupt.
Solomon placed it on his desk, and slowly and carefully tore the mask apart.
Studying its components, its technology was limited and stunted. Like its capacity and ability was purposefully limited to stop something. He pulled a red mica-like stone from inside the helm. It radiated the infamous mist, seeping onto his skin. He brushed it off and placed it in a test tube, and locked it in a box underneath his desk.
He then took another box directly next to him, with refined technology and ancient tools to perfect the veil where it fell short. As he read the instructions, he found a rather strange image. It was a metal chair, interlocked with the bones and flesh of the host, and it had needles and tubes the diameter of snakes injected in the hosts head. It envisioned the host seeing hallucinations of dimensions above their own, and even seeing the foundational bodies that make the universe habitable. He turned the page, leaving a marker for later.
In the Temple :
Ira stared at the veil on the stone table.
"What will happen when I put it on?" She asked.
Alcor paused for a moment, and answered, "You will become like me; a true wielder of Symphony. But, the heavy burden of your dark twin will either consume you, or you it. Make a choice, Monk-Daughter."
The mere presence of the veil pierced Ira's mind. She stared at it, even wondering if she would leave, and come home empty handed. She picked up the veil; its tendrils seeking out its host. Without thinking anymore of it, shoved the veil on her face.
The feeling was euphoric and mind-boggling. She saw hallucinations of her past, her murderous rampage of entire cities, killing all who dared crossed her path. She felt the internal conflicts and pains she felt then like never before. The hallucinations turned to the future, of the Final Hour of humanity. When the serpents enter the world, and the wound reopens above the newly built tower. The Last Atherium King crowned by fractal stood guard, corrupted by power and greed. As the last of humanity charged its final assault; even wielding the powers of the world, it was too late. The Entity washed the world away, in its own image: a dark and endless desert, where only the strongest survived.
The hallucinations turned to The End. The vast desert of vile and rime. No soul, no end, no possibility of hope, no time left.
The Entity turned to Ira, staring at her. It's form shifts, bends, breaks, reforms. It mocks her image.
+++I AM COMING FOR YOU, MONK-DAUGHTER+++
The veil stabilizes, and she is returned to the present.
"The power you now hold is a great burden, to keep it under control and away from temptation. You must train your body, mind and power in order to keep your twin at bay. I will take you under my wing." Alcor said, bowing his head in respect.
Ira, freshly veiled, nodded back. She followed him into the library of the temple. He waved his hand, and created a blue hue around the temple.
"In this bubble, time has no meaning here. You may study as you need, without distractions or the need of age, food, water, or anything else," He placed a few books in her arms, "Study what power you have, then return to me child. Then, with your knowledge, I will teach you accordingly." He then walked deeper into the temple, not to be seen for a long time.
Ira sat at a desk, and began reading. Her shadow followed quietly, S.M.I.L.I.N.G.
