Malak Al Maut
the prophesied
he who controls the storms
he who is Arrakis
the one that the Sandworms fear
he calls to her
the Mat Hassa
she who is of his presence
she who is gifted from him
the one who is water
who guides
who will be born of Asfet...
He wanders alone in the sand like a lost sheep, he is not lost, he is simply seeking, guided by nothing but the sand. he meaninglessly walks out into the desert. Even at night, the air is still warm with his presence. his white eyes as bright as stars, wandering around the sand. waiting eternally as the wind only gets as close as his silk. they say the water of life flows within him it seems he is part of Arrakis as though it is in his blood.
they say he commands the sand storms and that his voice makes Dune quake with fear, even the sandworms do not go near him, his very presence makes Arrakis bow to him, He wanders the deserts in nothing but the white silk embroidered with gold which covers his body, it sways in the wind, and like a ghost, he eternally wanders with no need to drink or eat. He can't die for he is not like the Fremen his powers are incomprehensible, they call him the Malak al maut, the angel of death, the wanderer.
The other Fremen warned me to not go near him for he does not take kindly to those who are not in the presence of Lisan Al-Gaib, but something about his presence calls me, every time I lay eyes on him. I am the Mat Hassa, so he is my Destiny, but he is addictive, my eyes returning to his beauty whenever he is around as do my eyes with the Spice, I know I'm meant to guide Lisan Al-Gaib to him sometimes I dream of his presence Like he is a part of me growing within me since the day I was born.
in my dreams of him, he moves through sandstorms, and the winds of the sand are too afraid to touch him, spice which shimmers on his silk seems to whisper to me incoherently. he stares at me but I cannot see his face, for his silk hood is covering his face like a veil. he lifts his hand pointing behind me, and then I turn around and see him, the one known as Lisan Al-Gaib he is hidden in the sand storm, nothing but his eyes to be seen by me, the deep brown pools, which stair into my soul calling to me, I see in his eyes patience and kindness which slowly die the longer he looks at me as if he needs me right now, but Malak Al Maut breathes out, the storm becoming more aggressive. he lifts the hood of his silk revealing his bright white glowing eyes and sand blonde hair which blends into the sand perfectly.
I know he is more than Malak Al-Maut he has revealed that to me in my dreams, he is also the Asfet Ammit, the chaos devourer, a giant winged beast so large even the great sand worm, Shai-Hulud fears the giant black beast, it scales and claws so sharp and strong that Shai-Hulud can not pierce his scales, he is the devourer of sandworms, where ever he goes Chaos follows, they say the Lisan Al-Gaib will be able to command the beast,
who sees us the size of sand.
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//NOTE//
This intro/pilot was made to see if this kind of story is Intriguing to the readers!
I promise this story is not a copy of @itsmebitchboi
(this was written a while ago before I saw their amazing story,
but I'm still giving them credit for inspiration due to my story's similar nature)
