Earth - Five years ago
Dar’cen
See how my seed has grown. But a few remained, and from them came all this. A world for me to feed on yet again. But this shall be the last. I will be thwarted no more… nothing will remain when I leave this place. The world of my birth… my creation, will be a rock. Nothing shall live.
‘But look at them!’ Dar’cen’s voice that seemed to come from a shadow, hissed. ‘Feeble, feeble mortals. They know not who stands amongst them.’
A chilled filled the air at his words, and all-around people clutched their coats and jackets around themselves and looked up to the clear cloudless sky in confusion.
The shadow moved as Dar’cen, masked from the sight of all others, snapped his fingers.
A man not ten feet away, fell screaming to the floor, his limbs contorting into extreme angles as his very bones broke through the skin that covered them.
People all around screamed, and move back forming a circle, watching in horror the spectacle that was the now writhing, screaming wretch in front of them.
If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.
‘Pathetic! And these would dare claim a common heritage with me? They are my kin? Pah! They are but morsels for my table. Hundreds I must feed on for but one that was of my time.
Another fell at the extremities of the circle that surrounded the corpse that now lay still upon the floor.
‘Child of hope! They wanted a child of hope.’ Dar’cen shook with laughter, a loud and horrible laugh that held terror in its every note.
All around quailed and backed away, some screaming, others seeing for the first time the shadow that blanketed the floor, the shadow that reflected a form that was not before them.
‘I gave them what they wanted, what my father desired… I gave them back the dark and the terror that they had caged. I gave them back what they were. I am what they all were… I am evil, I am their evil. All their evil… Kill them, my pet. Kill them all, let none survive.
'But be slow. Let me savour their screams. Let me feel the fear of the death that comes to them.’
Then, as the very earth trembled and shook, and the roar of breaking and falling buildings filled the air, and the screams began in earnest, a dark figure stepped from the shadow, the dark figure of a man clad all in black holding twin black knives, knives that dealt pain and death to all that lived in that place.
Ah, I feel her, she is here. I feel her horror as she feels what I do here this day, Dar’cen thought, gleefully.
The fools thought that I would not know, that they could hide her from me as she sneaks and burrows into my past.
But I am returned now, and no longer will she thwart my plans.