The Elder

I had heard rumours, whispers from the darkest cults in the tainted underbelly of Requiem, of my coming doom, and The Watcher had just come to confirm all those fears like a little black bird coming to my window.

The Hunter comes to take revenge, upon and on the behalf of themselves, The Watcher, the other gods, humanity and myself. The Hunter always comes with a hatred beyond that of even myself or those I have wronged, as if embodying all the hate and vile in the world.

The Watcher knew this was to be the last time we should perform this dance, should I fail in identifying who The Hunter is and eliminating them. Though what am I to do? I have attempted to prevent my fall or that of the regimes so many times... yet I always fail.

The Hunter has bested me prior, yet every time I wind the clock back, seeing my city in flames or my blood on the floor, I forget the faces of those who were near me in stature, power or relation. Faces escape me like a mouse through a sewer.