Post by Raven on Mar 9, 2011 18:37:14 GMT
“ Stand When Others Fall ”
Darkness… that was all that existed here…an eternal plague of misery and agony pulsated from this place of evil. Each step forward felt like four steps back… the hallways stretched on for an eternity… a spectral image of a woman standing before him forever getting farther and farther away… Until he made a mad dash forward his foot steps echoing down the soundless hallway reverberating back into his skull at a mad tempo. He reached out his arms to embrace this woman whom he loved… and had lost. Though the fates are cruel… and thus naught but smoke wafted through his fingers… He fell to his knees as a sinner on the very edge of God’s open palm as he would hold him above a fiery pit… but now he felt himself plummet… hell itself rising around him fire and brimstone, creature reveling in sin. Thus it came the dark forms one of white… one of black, of such black that it blinded him.
He heard only voices now… blood… it felt it running down his back… for light had returned… he turned onto his back in time to avoid the clawed hand crashing into the cathedrals floor. He moved to the side Cutting the demon’s arm clean off… why… why did the devout receive this punishment… He drove one of his dagger’s into the Demon’s throat and moved forward. He had walked this dream thousands of times… but… maybe… just maybe he could save her now… save the only woman he had ever loved. As he ran through the hallway… darkness greeted him… He knew it would be waiting… her form crucified upon a cross hung upside down from the ceiling. Even so… rage began to build towards the man in crimson clad robes… this man… no monster… who had summoned the demon in the flesh. The beast begged for mercy… crocodile tears running down his face as blade met flesh again, and again… until white robes had turned red… until a pure soul had grown black… until a stable mind was shattered.
He awoke with a start, he moved his hand over his face taking in the unkempt beard and scared face. The sweat that covered it caused the dirt on his hands to smear over his face. Why was the world so cruel… to live through a nightmare… have it be your own blood spilled out upon the floor… and then be forced to witness it every night… Living in a nightmare… and for ever dreaming of them. Thus was the invisible edicts cast and disciples were reduced to shells while those of debauchery lived guilt free… and it was sometimes impossible to tell reality from dream… for everything was unreal… he opened his door and quivered… demons… everywhere… hell upon earth fire and death… screams held in chorus to the sound of death cries. The Chortle of demons drowned out his thoughts… but still it relayed his horror… hopelessness… and yet he found comfort within this pit that ever formed. Let prayers go unanswered… let doubt form… but the devout knew Darkness… would always subside to the Light. Many would call such a thought nothing more then possible in a child’s dream… and yet here in the suffocating layers of Nightmares Light shone… and the world was cleansed… demons burned at its light and reality came to view as light shone in from the rickety dust coated shutters.
He climbed to his feet finding his daily peace that allowed to him to survive for another day. He made his way silently to the bathroom taking the time to wash away sweat and grime that had accumulated during his thrashing. He pulled on his pants and his long robe. He pulled on a pair of socks and tightened the laces of his combat boots. Walking to his closet he opened his private armory sheathing multiple blessed blades a special books for blocking a Demon’s ability to flee and some of their more lethal powers, and then finally did he slid the blessed chain over his neck… the cross that hung from it giving him strength for this was his hope.. He stepped forward from the threshold of his house and stood their taking in the dawn. “Hallowed be the day… that Nightmares come to past… and only rest finds the saint to banish all evils…”
“ Catch them with out Hesitation. ”
Darkness… that was all that existed here…an eternal plague of misery and agony pulsated from this place of evil. Each step forward felt like four steps back… the hallways stretched on for an eternity… a spectral image of a woman standing before him forever getting farther and farther away… Until he made a mad dash forward his foot steps echoing down the soundless hallway reverberating back into his skull at a mad tempo. He reached out his arms to embrace this woman whom he loved… and had lost. Though the fates are cruel… and thus naught but smoke wafted through his fingers… He fell to his knees as a sinner on the very edge of God’s open palm as he would hold him above a fiery pit… but now he felt himself plummet… hell itself rising around him fire and brimstone, creature reveling in sin. Thus it came the dark forms one of white… one of black, of such black that it blinded him.
He heard only voices now… blood… it felt it running down his back… for light had returned… he turned onto his back in time to avoid the clawed hand crashing into the cathedrals floor. He moved to the side Cutting the demon’s arm clean off… why… why did the devout receive this punishment… He drove one of his dagger’s into the Demon’s throat and moved forward. He had walked this dream thousands of times… but… maybe… just maybe he could save her now… save the only woman he had ever loved. As he ran through the hallway… darkness greeted him… He knew it would be waiting… her form crucified upon a cross hung upside down from the ceiling. Even so… rage began to build towards the man in crimson clad robes… this man… no monster… who had summoned the demon in the flesh. The beast begged for mercy… crocodile tears running down his face as blade met flesh again, and again… until white robes had turned red… until a pure soul had grown black… until a stable mind was shattered.
He awoke with a start, he moved his hand over his face taking in the unkempt beard and scared face. The sweat that covered it caused the dirt on his hands to smear over his face. Why was the world so cruel… to live through a nightmare… have it be your own blood spilled out upon the floor… and then be forced to witness it every night… Living in a nightmare… and for ever dreaming of them. Thus was the invisible edicts cast and disciples were reduced to shells while those of debauchery lived guilt free… and it was sometimes impossible to tell reality from dream… for everything was unreal… he opened his door and quivered… demons… everywhere… hell upon earth fire and death… screams held in chorus to the sound of death cries. The Chortle of demons drowned out his thoughts… but still it relayed his horror… hopelessness… and yet he found comfort within this pit that ever formed. Let prayers go unanswered… let doubt form… but the devout knew Darkness… would always subside to the Light. Many would call such a thought nothing more then possible in a child’s dream… and yet here in the suffocating layers of Nightmares Light shone… and the world was cleansed… demons burned at its light and reality came to view as light shone in from the rickety dust coated shutters.
He climbed to his feet finding his daily peace that allowed to him to survive for another day. He made his way silently to the bathroom taking the time to wash away sweat and grime that had accumulated during his thrashing. He pulled on his pants and his long robe. He pulled on a pair of socks and tightened the laces of his combat boots. Walking to his closet he opened his private armory sheathing multiple blessed blades a special books for blocking a Demon’s ability to flee and some of their more lethal powers, and then finally did he slid the blessed chain over his neck… the cross that hung from it giving him strength for this was his hope.. He stepped forward from the threshold of his house and stood their taking in the dawn. “Hallowed be the day… that Nightmares come to past… and only rest finds the saint to banish all evils…”
“ Catch them with out Hesitation. ”