This is our dawning. This is our new world and the lessons that it teaches us each day. A world filled with monsters that walk and wait for us in dual forms. With every strike of the second hand, Death dances with Truth in a courtship of suffering only they can inspire.
They are reminding us of their power over us, as another dies under the hands of one that refuses to accept it. Even as they fight to keep the life-giving blood inside, it spills out from the body that once contained it. Its red refusal is a final sacrifice to the many Demons that now rule the earth where God and his Angels once stood watch.
EPILOGUE
A gate rattles against its metal clasp with fingers searching to understand the cause of the barrier that is blocking its entrance to the music that floats in the air. Translucent eyes follow the length of the metal wiring looking for a clue to its operation. Its fingers slide along the diamond shapes looking for a gap, or a break in its pattern, to reach through.
The gate gives its secrets away under the examination, unable to keep them hidden forever, and the hand slides between the two metal poles finding a new pattern. It feels along the two poles with its mind racing to put the puzzle together. This piece rocks against pressure applied to it, sliding along the other metal pole and a faint memory comes forward.
Before long, the eyes find the logic that has been escaping it. Pulling upon this new piece lifts it up, freeing it from its holding. The barrier still does not move for it and it voices sounds of frustration over the failure as it tries again to solve the puzzle.
The barrier does shift now, where as before it was a constant force blocking it. The eyes watch as different focal points of pressure affect the movement of the barrier. Gripping the metal tightly, it pulls it sideways instead of pressing upon it, and is rewarded with the sound of movement.
Growing more confident with the logic, it walks down the length of the barrier, pulling the metal shapes with it, watching with grinning satisfaction as the barrier moves with moans of betrayal. The music that draws it here is no longer blocked. The barrier is removed, and it smiles with the victory, as screaming pitches of a melody lure it into a newly discovered area.
It is not alone. It is joined by others like it. Others that have followed with the same curiosity as to what they are hearing. Others that are hungry and have run out of prey to feed them. The new area fills with their many forms, as they creep, silently into the darkness before them with one shared purpose.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Epilogue
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