Location: The Easton-Weston RoadTime: 6th Age, 53 year, Spring My hand cramps as I grip this celestial quill writing my Apocrypha in these so-called 'modern' times, dear reader. Yet the master, The Great Architect insists on the truth, even thought that truth is a bitter vintage when one has to admit to being a fool.... Continue Reading →
1.1 The Hangover of a Hegemon
The sun—that bloated, blinding eye of A’H—crawled over the jagged horizon of Kra with an offensive, almost personal amount of enthusiasm. It didn't just rise; it assaulted. I winced as a stray beam of light caught the edge of a discarded silver tray, lancing through my temples like a needle of pure light worse than... Continue Reading →
9.12 The Aperture of Grace
The Priest of Mu used the power of their ethereal minds to cause the dais I was on to hover towards the center of the main hall within the Great Pyramid of Lemuria. The High Priest himself did not walk; he glided across the polished alabaster floor, his feet never truly touching the ground as... Continue Reading →
9.11 The Tabernacle of the Stolen Soul
The entrance into the heart of Mu was not a journey into a building, but an immersion into a living, breathing prayer. So much had changed since my last visit to this locale ages ago when I had retrieved Lilith from the secret prison I'd created for her in the bowels beneath the Crystal Towers.... Continue Reading →
9.10 The Archons of Mu
The Great Pyramid of Mu was in my sight and I knew Dagaal was there. I merely had a short distance to cover to reach my goal, yet before I could make my way across the Aether-Gap to the central island, my feet froze against the frosted glass of the balcony I was one. The... Continue Reading →
9.9 Frequency of Fear
Don't make the mistake of thinking I'd escaped. I'd only gained a brief respite but I was still stuck in a sensory nightmare - a shadow-god trapped in a world of high-definition light. I wasn't just an intruder; I was a walking sacrilege - but unlike you people who complain at every nuisance in your... Continue Reading →
9.8 The Spire
The crossing from the island of the Dregs to Lemuria was like a dance upon a shattered mirror. With this portion of the Mylar power grid screaming under the assault of my "overclocked" Dregs, the Light-Bridge here had vanished, leaving only the sapphire mercury sea—a vast, swirling expanse of liquid metal that reflected the chaos... Continue Reading →
9.7 The Sacrificial Lambs
I was The Dark Sun - The God - of The Dregs. And I basked in the glory of it all. These pathetic creatures showed me kindness that I had perhaps never experienced in the entire existence of my long life. True, I had been ready to snap their necks and feed upon their essence,... Continue Reading →
9.6 The Dregs of Society
The silence following the crash was absolute, a heavy, ringing vacuum that smelled of ozone and shattered crystal. I lay in the crater of the Lumina-7, my skeletal fingers twitching as my "god-aura" still flickered like a dying candle. The Vril-essence I had siphoned from the pilots acted as a numbing salve, stitching my essence... Continue Reading →
9.5 The Discordant Cargo
I was a stowaway on the Mylar vessel, hoping I was heading to Lemuria, but still not quite sure. It is a bitter irony, I mused, the vibration of the Star-Glass floor rattling my flattened essence. To think that while the rest of the mortals on the Flat Earth have only recently been celebrating the... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 