Its
been an eternity since my banishment.
I have
forgotten what my imprisonment is for.
I look
longingly into the spectral beams that hold together my place of eternal
damnation.
hoping....
wishing.. for a resolution..
.
I wait.
wait for the blood of life.
wait for
the blood of a mortal to free me from this eternal blackness that guards
me ever so closely now.
wait....
for an answer... to this abyss...
.
the blood
of life enters my tome of darkness.
I feel
it, drawing ever closer.
Feeding
from it, as it enters my crypt.
.
I feel
my strength start to renew as this life enters into the utmost bowels of
my eternal prison.
I yearn
for it, loathe the thought of not having it.
I start
to grow strong enough to try to reach out for it.
.
I feel
the mortal's life force in his blood draw ever nearer as it enters the
last level of my abysmal dungeon.
I start
for it, then quickly withdraw when he enters the final chamber that imprisons
me.
He seems
to feed me, let me become ever stronger from the blood of life in him.
.
I start
to reach out for him, and then... I remember. I remember...
My purpose...
the cause...
the cause
for this eternal imprisonment.
.
I feel
the chains and shackles around my feet seem to disappear.
I look
at the mortal.
He seems
to be speaking, I struggle to understand the content of his words.
.
Then he
finishes his speech, and in an instant I long, black, shiny protrusion
from the ground rises into my hands.
I remember
this artifact, this.... relic. It empowered me when I was free.
I look
into the mortal's eyes.
.
When his
speech had ended, a second happening occurred.
when I
looked into his eyes, I beheld a great joy.
he had
not been speaking... He had been chanting. chanting the lyrics to the spell.
.
with the
chanting finished, he turns.
and there,
behind him had appeared a great portal. he walks forward to it.
the item
in my hands begins to glow an eerie color. This... Scythe , it seems,
finished the spell.
.
the great
portal swirled into a a great swirling oval of greenish light.
The light
in the portal entices me, beckons me.
the scythe
stops glowing.
.
The mortal turned to me, and he beckoned me forth with his outstretched
hand.
and
I walked towards the portal of swirling light.
I feel
my strength fully restored, and I follow the mortal into the light.
.
Then I
realize who I am.
I realize
my duty.
The place
we entered into was engulfed in a great light...
a light
I had not seen in 8000 years.
.
I see
in the light a huge figure approach me.
the mortal
kneels down, and gestures for me to do the same.
but I
did not. the... figure.... approached me and held me up.
I could
feel the power of thousands and thousands of years held inside those huge
bright blue tentacles.
.
the power
pulsed in those... arms... as they held me.
I could
hear the figure chanting.
I could
see the mortal doing the same chanting I heard him do in my prison.
.
then I
felt the full brunt of the power in those arms perform a spell on me so
powerful I was thrown backwards many feet.
the spell
seemed to have worked on my scythe as well.
for I
feel the power in it to be able to pull the soul of a mortal into it and
keep it.
.
Then the
mortal, standing in front of the portal he had made,
turned
back to me, look deep into my eyes, and said," Archangel Tyreal, will you
give the people of the world
back their
Souls now that I have given back that which we imprisoned so many years
before?"
The angel
said in a thousand voices, " Death shall walk again. He shall lead the
Souls of the dead to their place.
I shall
give back the souls of the people of this world. Then the work of a many
thousand years shall be finished.
People
shall no longer cease to be. They will be damned, or blessed. return to
the world,
and
tell the people that their repenting for their ultimate crime has come
to an end."
.
The mortal
turned back to the portal, and vanished.
The Archangel
said to me, " Go forward Death. bring the Souls of the Damned to Hell.
Bring
the Souls of the blessed to Heaven. your imprisonment is over. The people
thought of you as the cause of death.
a thousand
years passed before the people found that I had taken their souls, and
their children's souls to an everlasting
island
of eternal death, life, and mourning. the people repented from that day
forward, and hoped, and prayed for the
one who
would enter your eternal crypt. the one who would fight the darkness and
enter your tome.
He has
come. he has set you free. now go. bring to heaven and hell the souls of
the people who have mourned over you
for
seven thousand years."
.
I chanted
a song of spells Tyreal told me, that gave me the powers of that which
I am.
I am Death.
The Harvester of Souls. The Soul Leader.
and I
went forth, and I reaped the fields of souls of the dead and led them to
their fate.
.
I then
sealed all of the memories of my new life, and the imprisonment
into the
mortal that had rescued me from my prison. I allowed him to become a book.
I made
him into The Tome of Death.
.
.
.
- ancient manuscript of The Tome of DDeath
(matt carlson)