Series
The Demon and The Angel
The heat of the day radiated from the asphalt and cement in waves, a look at the casino-lit horizon of Las Vegas Boulevard was like looking at a mirage. But the sights and sounds of Sin City were what truly drew Belphegor to this place. There was an underlying order to this insanity of human lust and chaos. And it was to order for which Belphegor was chosen. In the annals of religion, his name was not revered, being called an archdemon of evil. But the one thing he never understood is why he was seen as evil… His name meant, ‘Lord of the Gap’, meaning that he was able to show humans the gaps in their knowledge. Where once they commended God for the way things were, they then would realize that there was a principle of order to it that could be quantized and tested. Why was that evil?
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
The Chasm
“Now, this story? It's one worth telling, one of a kind, something I’ve never witnessed before” A voice echoed “Let me give you some context” It added “A long time ago, it was decided to divide for protection, it was unanimous, not one soul opposed after all, we could all see what was happening in Penumbra, and we were all utterly terrified that this corruption could affect all the 8 realms, so before it was even a far possibility we set a course of action and followed through with it” The voice spoke with a feeling of wisdom and sadness.
By Enoch Wade4 years ago in Fiction
The Man From The Shadows
Raleek, carefully lowered himself over the edge until he could safely drop onto the ledge below. Staying pressed against the cliff wall he slowly lowered into a crouch to check which way the kids had gone. The bright full moon was partially covered by black clouds promising more snow and the stars could verily be seen. Below were the swirling masses of thick fog banks that hid everything below it from view. Even the Harpies dared not enter that. Considering what he had seen this far, that was most likely the way Caleb had taken Rabbit. Coming to that conclusion he stood back up and started inching over the slightly declining ledge, getting closer to the fog with every step. He only hoped that the legends of what lived below were just legends because if they weren’t those kids were in far more danger than they were with the Harpies’.
By Valdeara Wallberg4 years ago in Fiction
