Into Darkness

Bleeding hearts decay into darkness. The solemn realm of death and solitude, that’s where your heart goes to weep and lament the loss of life and love. 

But when the world turns sideways and the sun relents its pride, then the darkness crawls forth from the hearts of man and woman to lay waste to the world and it’s people. There is no love nor joy in the eyes of the God Caprus, the dread lord of the wastes and of the noisome pits of darkness. There is only unrelenting malice.

Between the three of them, his is providence not sought but easily gained. The Pale Lord is fickle and the God of the Hall is dead, but the Doomsayer never ceases. 

Heormesteos never ceases

They told him that everything will be repaid; the blood, the deaths of his family and his beloved bride-to-be, but he never counted on the fact that Gods and their thralls lie for their own greedy needs. The last sacrifice was his own blood but there was no more – he had been drained of all life and joy and not even the blood would console Great Caprus who sat before him with eyes…eyes that was malice unknowable. He held the knife to is throat and with a command and motion, his eyes darkened and though he saw the god’s true face he would never see the world anymore. He would know his kingdom; of lust, strife and the horrors inflicted by anger and the lies of comfort. There was no solace in his damnable piece of heaven, only more deaths that had no point and no meaning.

On the earth, the likeness of God Caprus was bathed with his blood and his eyes though once just jeweled diadems was now filled with the essence of hate. Of life. It made his believers shudder and scatter at the wake of his gaze for they knew that though this was their point, they had unleashed neither god nor demon unto the world. The air around the statue died and lay trembling into the ground and the mist ascended higher, looking like blood and ice sewn together.

And the God Caprus, Heormesteos, it awoke and announced its providence to the world. It stood, rock and marble crumbling from its graven form and shattered into pieces – revealing the monster within.

And in damnable words and names, it called to its brothers but no answer came. And with this he knew that the world was his to dominate.

Sleeping inside his dreary heaven, the man who unleashed the monster said nothing but a sorry to the world he once lived in. But there were no apologies, no regrets and no circumstances that would return the world or his love to you. For know this, Caprus knows all and he will hunt you down until your last breath escapes your form and not even your soul will escape his wrath.