RedicaTranscension

Chapter Seven Foretold Turnabout “TERMER! Assist me now!” Lyra screeched and Talya began to walk towards the edge of the depression. “Don’t.” Nero said sternly from behind Talya. The man was leaning against a small obelisk that appeared to be chiseled alabaster. Various dark stains marred its otherwise perfection. As Nero stepped closer to Lucien and Talya. With the folds of his robes no longer obscuring the archaic surface, the carvings on the surface shone darkly in the light. FAEV. OV GLVMAR. The black shimmer caught Talya’s eye as she turned to face him. “Nero. What’s that writing on th

 'Font of Fervour’ “Come on, Althrya…!” The Administrator of the province of Prylea urged. “Think of all the good that will uplift everyone.” “I… I don’t know, Lady Vergir.” Althyra said, unsure of the morality of what her superior was clamouring for. The two woman were seated in the central garden of the Tribune. Shielded from the mildly powerful winds that swept themselves  from the sea and up the cliffs that ran along the coast by the grand building’s walls, many flowering plants flourished in abundance. Often, the Administrator held her meetings and audiences in the ga

A warm hand holds my face, Even as the other closes around My throat. The rope is rough as it Encircles and ensnares, consuming itself In a beloved embrace. Filled with one small desire; A flame to hold back the Rapturous delight. Under the facet’d, inundating night, Practised hands turn; Ouroboros rope drawn into fine wire. A wondrous sensation blooms, As nerves die. (A gilded cage the frailty remains.) Instead of the noose, I would prefer the wire.

Relic of the Foregone Era There was a flash of light, and then the darkness set in. You would think that being confronted with the very real possibility of death would change a man’s outlook on life. Then again you probably wouldn’t expect much complication in life. In order to be ‘saved from eternal perdition’, I am to document the saving of seven souls plagued by sin, and then purge an eighth. Easy enough, yeah? I thought so too. That was before I found out the ruler of Existence was a ten year old girl. There was not much to the grey room around Gideon but an opaque fog. He took a confident step forward, before

Chapter Five A Threadlike Bridge Hawthorne slowly woke and felt a warmth beside him. He turned softly to find Nero huddled under one of his robes. The man suppressed an urge to caress the mass of cloth, when a pair of grey eyes opened from within the darkness and looked back at him. Nero was silent as he gazed back at Hawthorne. Just minutes ago, he had been quietly reflecting on the current situation, and now the very subject of his thoughts was curiously regarding him. The only sounds that punctuated the dark were the timely drops of moisture from the ceiling splattering against the stone floor deeper in the tunnel, and Fuzuii writhing l

She's standing nearly alone as the darkness surrounds her; And yet she feels no fear. There is but a photon of light that dares to permeate the ever growing void that somehow is avoiding her. The strength of her existence is enough to force back and infuriate the widening tear in her world. The non-existence growls coldly; and yet! silence. This girl is the only thing the void feels, the only thing it cares about. It wishes to make her as empty and void as itself. To the young girl standing against the aberration, there was never any question as to who would remain and who would not. To the spatial and temporal rend, there was nothing to

The burning corona illuminates the Dormant Hellfires blazing behind your eyes. The Former Hell of Scorching Fire will Reignite; Your falsehoods will burn away. The excess burned away; Is there no core to your truth? The reprise of a promise once held dear; Now it rots and decays under a silver coat. Your Corruption shines softly in the night, As if all else fears its presence. There will be no spark; no Divine Flame, To cleanse your sin. There will be no other.