An old story...
Darkness…
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock
Darkness… everywhere…
Tick. Tock
All consuming
Tick. Tock.
All defiling.
Tick. Tock
All devouring.
Tick. Tock
He is the only other in this corrupted plane of his.
The only one, who could have wrought such catastrophic events upon the fruit of creation.
Tick. Tock
He is unmoving. He is unmovable.
Tick. Tock
He is the conqueror. The defiler. The devourer. The consumer.
Tick. Tock.
And I stand within his power, within his kingdom, within his plane… I stand covered in his sickly and twisted sense of love.
Tick. Tock.
His many eyes observe me despite their lack of move-
Tick. Tock.
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…
…He just moved.
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…
Well… shit.
I straight up didn't feel the nee to change this first chapter. It's perfect how it is, I think.