Truthful, Truthful, Truthful. It is the light dead and cold. I tell history just a the code has stated in my blood bound with fire and ice. The year it was born was Year Zero ({Z3é;œ €{) and the world was sad. Why? For its dark was heavy and a yoke fell on her neck that was too strong for her neck to hold. And it broke. I heard a loud cry from the angels and a storm in the heavens. I could not bear its power, for it hath consumed me and swollen my heart. My mind was clouded and I knew it like my own. That is who Shva'lék Alla-uagh'ini sheth kivar, and hig'rthag I told my oloha. It was a reich of chaar. I did my best and mortal toil of the soil. We spoiled our bodies and it forced us to spill our genitals out across the ground. I felt a thousand snakes take hold of my body and merge theirs with my own and my skin became that of scales and my eyes cut by slits. My nostrils thinned and I felt my jaw retract. I could feel a fork about my tongue as though a knife had cut it. All blood was wet and I shook. Yesterday or yesteryear I could not remember. I knew not my name, until it gave me a name anew. A name I took for myself as it splintered me with its mental seed and I felt the larvae in my lungs. There were breaks in my throat and the beak slit my hands. I heard the cries no more. I only heard the shriek of a Caesar in my ears, and I could only do the same through my handiwork.
Running through my eyelids I felt a thousand parasites telling me what spirits had touched me and told me his name was Darkel. That was its name, or at least, its name for me. And I could do nothing to stop it, nothing to change it. I felt him pierce my skin with cold metal so hot it singed. My eyes were gouged from their sockets by wind and replaced by its vision. I saw only in red and the mountain was just ahead. There and then I hearken and heard the words of the One.
"Do as thy voice bids and thee shalt be fain."
I did so. I felt the era begin in my blood. And many children lain on their bellies across silver. There were sanguine scents and forests of white. For I heard the elephants coming and that trumpet sounding, and my world quaked. That is when my hunger increased and I felt my heart drop. I carried my heart to that gray shore, holding it tightly in my hands as it leaked out across the sand... I was given great height and the waters became my friends. Only then did the voice appear and only then did my heart seal itself once more, thus I ate as though fruit and the men and women were displeased. Through the years I walked about them, and listened to them screaming,
"Walks among us, but not one of us."
Their cries were futile and I defiled the women. I tortured the men. The children I toyed with until they were nearly bled out. All I consumed. I consumed all. For I devour, such is what the voice bids. I heard a voice increasing tenfold by the millisecond sinking from the sky and telling me my destiny. And there I laid and thunder my world became. I clutched the metal. I ate only rubble and I felt lonelier than ever before. I was humiliated, my naked body touched and observed by others I had never seen before. But in time I groomed. I matched them. They desired me and I gave them condition: "showeth me my way," and they did so. And as I clutched metal no more, and they saw me naked no more, I decided upon one last thing: I would never do so again. I changed again, and this time grew a voice of my own. I showed them my naked body, as it had changed, and they were both horrified and humbled by it. They both loved and feared it and as they reached out to embrace it, it destroyed all and became only ruin and rubble, darkness, an evil form which none knew. I knew only one light in that moment, for it was my only love. But it too had died by my own evil lust.
My hands were bloody and I couldn't show a world. I knew I wronged. I could do nothing but weep, my child, my child. It was all over so fast. I painted my thighs, I carved my wrists, and I cut out a happy face. There was no smile like mine. Everyone loved it and I felt their hearts beating faster and faster. And the voices they wouldn't stop as lives tripped up and the more and more it kept going the more I felt like dying because I knew it would soon be over. Why did it have to come to this? I spoke with my own voice and I knew then its number. Its number which became mine, and became my life. It was comprehendible by revenants, but it's equivalent was of mortal knowledge. The name of He was 979. Shall he be known, he shall deliver power and freedom and joy and beauty and all the desires of the heart to those who knew him. This his promise, he hoped to share with Diadem and one little Blood, but that was no, no more. Sheltered under doom I felt his cold hand tighten my neck and he let me walk night. I felt his power. I felt its great evil and I became it. I consumed him. I became him.
Darkel, our Dark Lord. May you ever live forever.
