THE LOST WORDS OF THE FORSAKEN
Darkness. Silence. An endless place only filled with blackness... Devoid of all colors, of emotions, of sensations.
There was nothing as if all reality was naught but one's only imagination. An illusion he or she believes to be living in, desperate of sensations, emotions, and seeing another color other than pitch blackness.
But such was not true, for the reality was existing. Outside of this endless void of emptiness, deafening silence, and forlorn.
Imprisoned for unknown years, decades, centuries, or even millennia within this damned place that no one will ever guess nor imagined to exist.
A pocket of the Void "it" had created, for those who were tricked to embrace and believe its promising words that no mortal - who had sinned, who were lured by its taunting and sweet words of salvation, who were persuaded to gain riches, forgiveness, or of endless power - will ever think to decline.
"It" who tries to infect the world. "It" who causes pain and suffering amongst the desperate souls.
"It" was a fragment of a realm beyond Heaven and Hell, a realm where all within the existing realities had come from. Where the Primordial Gods were born, where all the powers they had attained blossomed from... Where everything we know of came from.
And "it" was only trying to return everything... Back to where it had all began.
DragonNeverLoves · Horror
