Posted

Dec 16th 2009

Mood

Through a small, discreet portal, the dark entity watched the Christmas festivities, amused. So, they cheered, they had fun? Without him? Now, that was simply rude. Above the creature's right palm, a fragment of a once much larger, blue crystal floated, glowing in a sinister hue. The remains of a god.

"Do not celebrate for long," he spoke, to himself, "father," a glance to Mind, "and twin," and to the first of the many, after which, the purple vein-like lines on the dark one's suit flashed, "for the first's little hocus-pocus banishment, cannot hold me for much longer," the shadows of the infinite darkness between dimensions seemed to fear his form as he shouted, "for the embodiment of Chaos shall return, now the king of the Void. And you shall forever remember my name, for it will be on the shackles I place around your wrists!"

He at first chuckled, but that soon turned into a hellish laughter. And Bailem would return.

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Plan to start writing this series of tales sometime in January.