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 →
9.9 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 →
9.7 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 →
9.1 A Cold Wind Blows
Location: Across the flat earth from Atlantis to "Antarctica"Timeline: Sixth Age, Winter 50 to Fall 51 Imagine, if you will, the God of Death—a being who once rode the solar winds of Illyria—huddled in the lightless, stinking bilge of a Phoenician merchant cog. Because that is precisely where I found myself after the "Leviathan Incident."... Continue Reading →
2.3 In the Beginning
Part II – The AmorosiChapter 3 – In the BeginningLocation: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 45th Year, Spring Arbola Forest, bathed in the soft, nascent light of Spring, was a picture of serene duplicity. Everything looked so pristine, so harmonious, but I knew better. The tensions of the council chamber were a cancer eating away at... Continue Reading →
2.4 The Blight
Part II - The AmorosiChapter 4 - The BlightLocation: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 45th Year, Spring I must confess, slogging through this tedious tale of Nathily and her saccharine Amorosi kin is a chore I endure with gritted teeth—surely as agonizing for me to recount as it must be for you to wade through, when... Continue Reading →
13.1 Return to Lemuria
Part XIII: The Cradle of DespairChapter 1: Return to LemuriaTimeline AO 304 The scales of the fates always seem to balance out - whilst things were going well for Hacktor, I couldn’t say the same for me - although I hardly consider us as equals! Even still, I had to leave my pawn to fend... Continue Reading →
10.3 The Temple of Shadows
Part X: Death takes a VacationChapter 3: The Temple of ShadowsTimeline AO 300 The jungle grew thicker and darker as I followed the path to the mysterious temple that Ssu-Ra Val’Khaz had described. The dense canopy of trees swallowed the light until only a few dim beams of moonlight penetrated the oppressive gloom. The air... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 