Lazarus Rising (On hiatus)

Prologue The sins of our past

Antor Ignis sat in his office, staring down at the book in his lap. 'And The Darkness Rained Upon Them', he was tired, ridiculously so, his eyelids felt like lead but he knew he couldn't allow himself to drift off, the nightmares were too much, sleep was a luxury he couldn't afford and his mind was at it's breaking point. He closed his book and placed it on the desk, he sat back and admired the room that surrounded him, the walls were wood paneled with some variation of oak, he had never bothered to learn which and the floor was covered, corner to corner by an old, crusty rug that he had bought at a garage sale many years before, finally he looked at his desk, it was a good desk, sturdy, ornate and contained many drawers. He stared at the ceiling, pondering the relatively small size of the room when an intense pain, unlike anything he had ever felt pierced his chest, he snapped his head down his body recoiling from the shock of the impact, to see the pointy end of a large serrated blade protruding from his chest, his vision began to blur as the blade slid back through his body sending pulses of searing pain through his entire body as each serration of the blade shredded his insides. He struggled to stand but his mind and body gave out and he collapsed to floor, staring directly upward as his assailant stood over him.
"It'll never work" Antor managed to croak out.
"I know it wont, for you" came his murderers reply, his voice almost un-naturally deep.
The deep voiced man leaned down over Antor and cleaned his knife on Antor's dressing gown. The man chuckled as Antors mind slipped away and for the first time in days, Antor slept.