Dirge

“..Carrion..” “..Flesh, that feeds..” . *Hush, little lamb* “..Bound to the Old Blood..” . *Let it in, dream* .     The wretches bathe in the ulcers of their fool’s glory; no blade, no honor. But still cannot find what keeps them here, in this grave of orphans. There is no Mother to beckon them home; they...

Requiem

    “Sledger C/M-33U, state your command directive, and release your cargo.”     We were too late, the Galleon had been wiped clean. No trace of any survivors, couldn’t have been a Proxy Squadron attack, that. The air reeked of sulphur, and death, but where were the bodies?     “It was the Ripper, can’t be otherwise”, my Gunner swore...

Enigma

**A drip, and a drop..** I saw it. **A drip, and a drop..** Gaunt terror, stood above them, my...‘friends’. It..was beautiful. “What was..it?” Shadow, slender, human. “Crewman, what was it?” It killed everyone.. . “And yet here you are. Crewman, I will ask you again, what did you see?” . A puppet . “Pardon?” ....

Hush

    “A mere precedence, Councillors, for we have but forgotten the sweet chill of death”     I flatter myself, and the formless presence enveloping me. They understand the necessity, they oblige and indulge to greater lengths than befits their stature, but I digress.     “We, who are beyond death, beyond the need to associate with lesser these patterns,...

Fracture

        “Mother..”, a light stain colors the doorway in odd, unearthly hue, “.. Mother is..”. There is a voice, a cackle, mayhaps a plea?     There are footsteps, pitiful shadows cast no gaze upon the sulphur breeze, greedily devouring any sound that tries to escape in vain.         “Mother..”, a cry for home, on a dying Moon. There...

Vigil

    “Somebody, in some way, will try to end this madness,”... ...a pitiful visage indeed. Messages from atop the cowards’ throne, to what extent might I have endured the lunacy? Was I...am I the bludgeon to smite clean the pustules of their progeny, its greed?     “Councillors, for your consideration” Yes, truly their salvation is bound to...

Sanctum

    “A marionette, alien design; filthy to the touch, so vile, so repugnant.”    She is everything, and so much more, a dahlia bathed in growing hunger, and dread. She is still, as a metal puppet, dangling on broken strings.     “Like Her, ashen amidst the cold, dead wind”.     She is dressed in regalia, Old Earth putridity. Mother...

Dreamscape ( A Dark Souls Story ) – Chapter 4

        “ Na'ah'ehye, goka’na'ah'ehye c'nilgh'ri. ”, Knight Merloch found himself trembling in a state of panic-driven mania, “ C'ah nilgh'ri mgepmgvulgtlagln ”. He spoke words belonging not to his own self, nor of his own tongue. Yet, these were his words without a shred of doubt, even oddly familiar, and the thought made him fearful, even...

Dreamscape ( A Dark Souls Story ) – Chapter 3

              As far as his eyes could reach, there lay naught but the void that had clasped Merloch. There was also sadness, the unending expanse of solitude, and it dug into his ashen form. It seemed to pierce his soul, and yet there was no pain, for he was in none at all. The void drew...

Dreamscape ( A Dark Souls Story ) – Chapter 2

         “ His desire manifested, what will the knight seek next? Solace, rest, or something else entirely? ”, the crackling voice was soft, yet bore a  slightest hint of childish amusement in how the bearer chose to word his intrigue. A cemetery of ashen flowers at his feet, Merloch stood staring at the bent form of...