Story 144: The Book of Eternal Night

Deep within the ancient crypts of a forgotten land, there lay a tome, bound in the skin of the damned, its pages inscribed with the blood of the innocent. The Book of Eternal Night. Legends whispered that whoever possessed this cursed artifact could command death itself—control the boundary between life and decay.

For centuries, it remained hidden in darkness, untouched by mortal hands. That is, until the night Mordecai came.

Mordecai was not an ordinary man. He had spent decades dabbling in forbidden knowledge, seeking a way to cheat death. His gaunt face, pale and hollow, reflected years of sacrifice—of lives taken and souls shattered in his pursuit of immortality. But the Book of Eternal Night, that was his final piece. With it, he believed he could bend death to his will.