THE DARK DESCENT VOLUME I: WHAT VENGEANCE COMES

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE
(BLOODBORNE)

To those of you who've thought you knew monsters, to those of you who aren't scared of them, no matter how sinister, and, finally, to those of you who are unfortunately in between, are about to witness the destruction at God's hands. Imagine a line that starts at one place and stops at another --- think of them as Point A and Point C --- and in the middle sprouts, unfurls, a full, living beating heart; of which I can't, or I mustn't, explain until I have all the information needed to.
Point A is the plane of our very existence, Point C is the plane of their very existence, and Point B, on the other hand, is how C met A. Point B runs congruent with Points D and E. Here's a more specified imagery as this is far from the full explanation:
Point D, a cosmic enigma, emerges from the intricate dance of Points A, B, C, and E. Let us unravel this cosmic riddle, trying to comprehend what isn't there.
1) Point A was our existence but the fabric of reality woven from stardust and consciousness. It is the heartbeat of the cosmos, the primal pulse that sustains all things.
2) Point C was the Parallel Universe. The Portal; something out of a Sci-Fi film, maybe. Point C, born from the union of Points A and B, exists as an parallel universe. Here, time flows differently, and alternate realities intersect. It is the fourth dimension, where echoes of our choices reverberate across the tapestry.
3) Point B was the Abyssal Portal, the clear, pink webbing that wove itself to our universe. Point B, enigmatic and foreboding, stands as a gateway --- an interdimensional maw. It beckons with whispers of forbidden knowledge promising passage into realms beyond mortal comprehension. Is it a portal to hell? Or perhaps a cosmic crossroads? Perhaps we'll never know.
4) Point E was the Cataclyst, the real reason why the web was interconnected to us. Point E, elusive and ephemeral , transforms Point D into itself. It is a cataclyst - the cosmic alchemist. Point E descends, it emerges seamlessly with Point D, birthing new possibilities and rewriting cosmic laws.
5) Point D was the Void... No need for introduction, is there? Just a black pit of nothing. Ah, Point D --- the enigma within an enigma. It lacks purpose, yet it persists. Point D is the cosmic placeholder, the empty space that defies reason.
When Point E fuses with it, Point D becomes a vessel for potential, a canvas awaiting creation.
6) Then there's Newton's Cradle of the Universe. The magnificent hand of the gods, it was. Imagine the universe as a colossal Newton's Cradle --- a pendulum of celestial forces. If Point B were disrupted, the delicate equilibrium would shatter. Chaos would cascade through the cosmic strings, rupturing the fabric of reality.
7) And finally, the Inescapable Answer... The reason for all the very avoidable bloodshed. Amidst sleepless nights and blood-soaked contemplation, the truth emerges: Death. Upon the threshold of God, lay a knife meant to stab our chests. The universal equalizer awaits us all. From the beggar to the king, we tread on the same path --- a silent procession toward eternity. But what purpose does this shared destiny serve? Perhaps it is not for our sake alone?
8) God. Finally, there was the Lord, who shall not tolerate our sins anymore. The cosmic architect, gazes upon His creation. His faith wavers, tested by our follies frailties. To restore His trust, He seeks a grand reckoning --- a symphony of mortality. We, the players, must yield our final notes, surrendering our transient forms.
Yet, there is no rebirth promised. Instead, God shall reshape His domain, chiseling mountains and rivers without our fingerprints - with our blood. We become echoes, whispers lost in the wind, our sins left to fester or whither at the Devil's whim.
And what of suffering, the gnawing ache that shadows our days - the answer lies not in complexity but in crimson simplicity. Kill or be killed --- a primal truth etched in our blood. Survival, the primal melody, plays on repeat. We claw for existence, teeth bared, while the cosmos watches, indifferent.
So, let us embrace this stark revelation. Let us strip away veils of denial, for in the raw truth lies liberation. We are but actors on a stage, scripted by fate, and the curtain falls inexorably. Death, the final encore, awaits - all questions silenced, all complexities dissolved.
There's a choice:
Kill or be killed.
It was set in stone thirteen years ago, written in blood, boomed out by the throat of the gods, in 1998. Doomsday. It's come. The Final Hour. Our fate. It's found us. Our sins... Followed us since 1841.
The only way to reverse its effects is to answer our ancestors' words; God's words: "The Lord has fallen unto a terrible knowledge: Mankind has reached its final destination; and all that is left behind is sorrow and death, the Supreme sacrifice, the reason us humans exist. To perish."
In truth, I don't know much; but what I know is that God is right - humanity is dying, and death's the only thing we're too afraid to ask for....