Crevasse.

Prologue.

“It comes and goes like the ticking of a clock’s pendulum but stays, ever present, a reminder of my misdeeds. A place where I went wrong, dove head first into fallacy. The thin cloak of concocted security can only guard me for so long, before I give myself up. Shun the morals of my existence and embrace the path, one of uncertainty and vile miserable subjugation.

I try to drive out the darkness deep within my soul, the hollow emptiness, a place of no return. My deceitful mind plays tricks, tricks that haunt me and contort me, bend me and flex me, as his will dictates.

I am no slave; I haven’t been taken against my will. I am a purveyor, just a means. A means of the Cimmerian to divulge what hides beneath the facade. Inside, just waiting to manifest and swallow in whole, what cannot be had otherwise.

I crawled. Struggled. Cried for help. But I knew what I had done, could not be undone.

The price was too huge, I should have aforethought what would follow. It wasn’t me, I hadn’t been like this. Far, far from it. But like the moth, enchanted by the powerful glow of the candlelight, all that I wanted but could never have, I flew straight in hypnotized by the illusion, to be devoured whole.

Like the stab of broken pieces of glass beneath my feet, my soul weakened and bled from his assaults. The tireless way that he toyed with me, played with what he had claimed as him. An onslaught, a tempest that would never run out.

His savagery, his iniquity, his infamy: it infected me with a vigor which told me a tale of despondence. My anguish, laid out before him. Mocking, disdaining, sometimes castigating, his intonation now deeply etched into my memory. As much as I lashed out, trying to free myself, his grip grew stronger as he pulled me with him into his Stygian oubliette, dragging me while I tried to cling onto, with all my might, what little humanity I had left.  

It was a chance. One that put me and everything I ever had, at risk. But if there was a way I could escape unscathed, I was willing to leap straight in. I could save us. I had to.”