Old and tired man,gnawed ceaselessly by time and wracked with guilt sat on his even more ancient desk,quill in his hand,holding his forehead with another.
Alone,in the sole candle-lit room,even more dim if only outside the full moon didn't shine brightly,the light pierced the window nearby where he's currently sat.
He wrote:
Ruin,has come to our family.
You remember our venerable House,our honorable Clan
Opulent and imperial. Voivod for many generations,Consort to Kings,Queens,Emperors and Empresses.
Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. I lived all my years in this ancient,rumor shadowed manor.
Fattened by decadence and luxury.
And yet,i began to tire of conventional extravagance. Until,
Singular,unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some fabulous and unnamable power lurk deep within.
With variety of unorthodox and unholy relics,rituals and experimentations,i try my damnest to harness it's power. I bent every effort towards that goal. Nearly exhausting our long acquired and near inexhoustible family fortune on trinkets and baubles,of ancient scrolls and books long forgotten,and better not left unchecked in the hands of lesser men. I employed many people who claimed able to help me in that research,mostly on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. Towards the excavation and recovery of that long buried secret.
At last,in the salt-soaked crags beneath the lowest foundations,we unearthed that damnable portal of antedeluvian evil.
Our every step unsettled the ancient earth,but we were in a realm of death and madness!
In the end, i alone fled. Laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity.
Until consciousness failed me.
Apparently,am not the only one to emerge from the depths....
You remember our Venerable House,our Honorable Clan,Opulent and Imperial. Consort to Kings,Queens,Emperors and Empresses...and Demons.
It is a festering abominations!
I beg you,return home,claim your birthright and right the wrong of the world...that i ended up created. Deliver the world to safety,from the ravenous clutching shadows...that followed me.
As he finished writing,the door to his study was banging loudly,in cacophony with many terrible sounds imaginable. of scratches,clawing,gnawing the door.
He took a gun from his desk cabinet and point it at his own head...
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BANG!
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The Rift ~ a LООПΔ vampire/Supernatural AU~
FanfictionTell me,what's your inner fear? loss? rejection? failure? loneliness? all pale in comparison to mine's own. Fear. made manifest.
