Have you felt it?
Felt what... ?
That blink of anger, just a moment ago.
No, brother. I have not.
And why do you suppose so?
Because I am weak.
Yes... Yes, your sorry taste has lingered on my tongue for aeons now.
It's... empty, my brother. Something calls to me.
Embrace the cold.
What does it mean-
There is no reason to be afraid.
I am not afraid. I have always been ready. A lesser known soul now seeks purpose, my... My god. Give me solace. I crave death. The cold snaps and bites without apology. It takes and never gives back. I hate it...
Drifting... Drifting... Sleeping... Awaken-
A sleeper must awaken. I see the visage before me. A dead race of old gods. They sleep; strength returns. Fear. I fear. Will my soul be enough, my love?... My sweet soothsayer. Cull my doubts. Exsanguinate my emotions. Consume my everything. I give all this willingly.
As Seraph is to moon...
Seeker is... to earth.
Deep within the core of the world, an ancient demon slumbers. The battle that seemed aeons ago was all but a distant memory, fading and cracking on a forgotten promise. Shattered tears and stagnant souls of men watered the Seeker's world-tomb for generations upon generations, the blood of the sons and the cries of the fathers trapped within an aura bond that encompasses the world's core. But... one has awakened. It was called from deep beyond the constant loneliness, and has been championed as the one to return. This legacy-walker, this god-warden of the forgotten creed now began the ritual. The ritual to return to the domain they were banished from. The tribal act of resurgence and sacrifice meant to bestow the mortals of the world above a glimpse of their true masters. The dark gods have spoken. The speech becomes a warning, and the warning becomes a mantra. A small fragment of the lonesome mind's identity befalls the mind and ears in the form of a slow but soothing chant, as husks of former demons surrender their aura.
Ultimatum.
Ultimatum.
It is revealed.
Ultimatum.
He is all.
Ultimatum.
Drink from it.
Ultimatum.
Ultimatum.
I give you my Ultimatum.
Culling their sorrows and doubts, the lone carver of hope and eater of dreams borrowed their strength to swear vengeance; the old arts of redemption are cast aside in a dark, swallowing void as the contorted soul slid a blade across the necks of the children of the dark. The blood mixed with the slate of the stone around the bodies, and they were destroyed and reclaimed by an ancient kindling. The embers dripped like rain towards the surface, and the crier of truths reached deep within the soul of the collective dark, and saw a light. The gateway breached his mind, and warmed the dead body of the soothsayer to life again. He rejoiced, for reclaiming life itself was the first of many gifts he foresaw within the gateway. He saw the ones who had survived countless battles, the vast city, and the woman who has led them faithfully. He saw the ones who spent years and years searching within themselves for true knowledge, only to fall short later in their lives, longing what the Mind Magic could not provide. Then, he saw the mountains, the tall grey husks of men, devoid of vision but burning with a passion that melts the steel around them into works of art. Lastly, the great construct filled his eyes, a poetic and veritable machine-creature with the four great-wings, bearing the weight of knowledge and responsibility yet flying true nonetheless.
And it scared him.
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Lightning On The Horizon
FantasyA man kills without really knowing why. A century later, he tries to unravel his wrongdoings in a world changed by the same killing all those years ago. Hunted and hated at every corner, Kayden Sepherant will come face to face with old gods and an e...
