Now, due to human nature, nothing like this ever happens without some sort of cult forming around it. You see, whenever something happens that no one can explain, there's always someone who thinks that it's a message from God, and usually people will believe the message has to do with God being angry. And whenever enough people think that God is angry, they will usually form a cult or extremist group of some sort. And that is exactly what happened in this case.
It began when the first person entered the city and never came back. Friends and relatives of that person began looking for him, and they were never seen or heard from again. More and more people went looking for their friends who had gone into the city and had not returned, and more and more people began disappearing. At this point, many people began to believe that the city was possessed. But, unfortunately, they attempted to exorcise it by sending a priest into the city. But H'kahelnyr is not afraid of a cross, nor is he afraid of words. The priest was never seen again. Eventually, people stopped going into the city altogether, for fear of being taken by the same person or thing that had stolen the people they had known.
But some people just could not leave the city alone. One of these people was Samuel Glazkov, better known in this case as Father Glazkov. But that will be in the future, so for now he is still Samuel Glazkov. Every day, Samuel would look down the road that led into the city, trying to imagine what lied within. And a name would be whispered by no one: H'kahelnyr. Every day, Samuel Glazkov attempted to make sense of that name. And every day, Samuel Glazkov failed.
Because H'kahelnyr was not one to be understood during the day.
You see, H'kahelnyr was the bearer of nightmares, so it only makes sense that she could only be understood in one. And every night since Samuel Glazkov heard that name, he had the most terrible nightmares, nightmares of dark creatures running rampant all over the Earth, nightmares of a great and terrible monster falling from the stars, nightmares of all reality collapsing and everything we thought we knew sucked into oblivion. And throughout this recurring nightmare, a single name was whispered over and over and over: H'kahelnyr. H'kahelnyr. H'kahelnyr.
One day, Glazkov stood upon a crate on a busy road, and began speaking of his dreams. More and more people began to listen, and more and more people began to believe in the unseen horror that was H'kahelnyr. "H'kahelnyr is growing in power," Samuel told the crowd that had gathered around his crate. "But she is not yet powerful enough. We must aid her in her journey.
"I know all of this," Samuel continued "Because she has spoken to me. In my dreams, I see what she could make of this planet, of this universe, if we help her. Hail H'kahelnyr!" Samuel finished, thrusting one arm into the air. "HAIL H'KAHELNYR!" The crowd answered, thrusting their arms into the air. "HAIL H'KAHELNYR! HAIL H'KAHELNYR! HAIL H'KAHELNYR!"
And so the Cult of H'kahelnyr began its ascent.
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A Fear of the Unseen
TerrorThere was a day in history, though no one knows the exact date, in which an entire city died. No one knows exactly what happened, and all they have is one word: H'kahelnyr. (IN PROGRESS)
