The Triskelion Chronicles 1: Devils and Darkness

Prologue

Prologue:

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler

-Friedrich Nietzsche

It began one night, deep in the bones of an old and forgotten building, rotted with the despair and suffering of the lost souls that had once lived there. An unnaturally tall figure loomed in its darkest parts, partaking in the darkest of rituals. Before the tall, cloaked figure stood an old baptismal font, filled with the old, white bones of an unknown corpse. To the left of the font, drawn on the floor in chalk, was a five-pointed star with a burning candle placed at the end of each point. 

The figure took a nearby torch from off the wall and set ablaze the old bones. He waved his long, white hand over the torch and quenched its flame, leaving the bones and candles the sole source of light in seemingly infinite darkness of the room. He sat Himself in the center of the pentagram, taking a long silver blade out and drawing it across his hand and letting his blood drip down onto the floor. 

The blood slithered across the old wooden floor boards, circling the unholy figure. He crouched back facing the macabre bonfire he had made, staring at the shadow he had cast against the wall, chanting in an ancient language forbidden from mortal tongues. his ragged voice chanting higher and lower, controlling the flames behind him. With each cursed word the shadow he cast grew larger and larger still. The ground shook and the walls groaned as the fires rose. The flames changed colour from blood red to icy blue, His chanting turned to yelling, and then finally screaming the words until the blood that had surrounded the creature began to boil.The shadow grew even larger

The light of the fire went out leaving only the dim glow of the candles. The dark figure lay exhausted on the floor, staring up at his shadow, cast against the wall with outstretched arms. The shadow began to manifest itself. Crawling out from the wall, stumbling forward only to stop just in front of its master, staring back at him with shining white eyes.

"Finally," the pale man said, "Drakul shall be reborn."