Espara part.03 (what troubles the dark lord)

      Embraced by the eternal flames of the Hell beneath all Land, sitting upon a throne of great red stone, adored by the tainted souls of witches sent to his burning embrace. The dark lord Eckraick has thus been healed by his home from the wounds that surely would have finished him off; a troubling matter to the master of all that is evil in all the world. Leaving his women chained to his throne he dawns the golden armor.

 

   “No my lord,” says one witch, “do not hide from us your glorious cock that we so admire!”

 

   He merely smirks as he leaves the throne room, his generals and demon minions abound and praise his name and glorious return. They know not his near death, nor would they ever if he had anything to do about it, for it is in their nature to fall upon any that they see as weak to take their rank and move up. He journeys to the forbidden vault, in which a single book floats between two spires, one below and one above. Chained to the floor in a chair is a lanky demon in a robe with a long curling white beard, his body almost skeletal in its frame.

 

   “Read the book,” says Eckraick, “I have a question that needs answered.”

 

   Pale yellow eyes turn to the floating black tome, its binding and pages made of utter darkness, the book Eckraick had found himself just sitting one day in his vault yet unable to touch. Yet he knew one demon, the soul of an old sage that had made a pact with a succubus for knowledge and long life would have the gift to touch it, to read it.

 

  “Sage,” commands Eckraick, “there is something I need found, information no doubt of an obscure and extremely rare nature.”

 

   The old demon sage takes the book, it opens as if halfway through.

 

  “Index,” says the demon king, “sealed beneath the sea, from another dimension, from the stars, and…tentacles.”

 

   “It should take awhile, no doubt rare…” begins the demon kind.

 

   “I…have found it…” whispers the sage, trembling.

 

  “Well?” asks the demon king, “tell me.”

 

  “Master,” says the sage pulling back his hood and standing, an act he has never done before the demon king, “As you know I instantly know all of what I look up in this dark and terrible grimoire. What I have found fills me with fear, so great a fear as I have never known, I stand shacking before you now; however it is a fear of the book’s words and what it tells me and not of you.”

 

   He looks the demon king in the eyes actually startling him, “demon king…I wish you had not asked me to know this, I can no longer look at you as I did before. As the embodiment of all evil and madness for I have seen now things that dwarf you, I have seen a horrific power that is numerous and dwells beyond the reaches of hell and heaven, of terrible things that are as indifferent to mortals and gods as they and you are to insects and rodents. If they notice us, the effects are just as varied, things to eat, things to ignore as insignificant, pests to be destroyed, or experimented on, and so much worse that I scarcely can believe it.”

 

   Eckraick’s boar lips curl in rage and he roars, the secret vault shakes and the old sage falls over dropping the book.

 

   “Then I will take great pleasure in re-teaching you to fear me sage,” bellows the demon king, “for I AM the all evil.”

 

   “To look upon them,” says the sage, “may cause madness, eyes to burn, brains to boil, ones flesh to become as living leather and mind to become as an undead slave, and many more horrible things; they are not of our world, they do not belong, they do not properly fit into the folds of space. They are known as the Eldritch Ones, the Abominations that crush worlds as easily as you my lord may crush a man’s skull.”

 

   “Then that is not it!” bellows the demon king, “look up something else! Look up…” he pauses and smiles, “Cataclysm of water Ocean Queen Tsunami, and Cataclysm of Fire The Inferno Queen.”

 

   The sage extends his feeble hand and touches the open book once more, “A transformation of the Celestial Sorceress Rhulan.”

 

   “and which is that?” asks the demon king.

 

  “both,” says the sage.

 

  “Then look up Celestial Sorceress Rhulan.”

 

  The sage commands the book, he is frozen in fear.

 

  “Well?” asks the demon king.

 

  The sage throws the book to the ground, where it rises of its own volition, and the room is filled with a horrifying laugh of an unseen woman that brings pause even to the demon king. A had as if from shadow emerges around the book and pulls it into nothing. It is gone.

 

   “What…what has happened!?” demands the demon king, “where is the book!?”

 

  “Its job is done…” whispers the sage, “our doom is known…Hell will swallowed by the sea of chaos, extinguishing the eternal flame…”

 

   “Speak clearly!” demands the demon king.

 

   “She who has slain Eldritch Ones has come, she who was sealed by those who battle those beyond even Garudan has returned once again…frogs spit and ant’s bite, the dog is master of the eternal night, owls hoot at shadows that grin, we will never see the light again.”

 

   “What?” asks the demon king with raised boarish brow.

 

  The sage strips off his cloak exposing his leathery skin and shriveled genitals, he commences to dance around clapping his hands and sings, “souls are toys for tots to play, food is on the dinner plate, Zanon walks between the worlds, Sahralia kills the stars, the sorceress my dear lord will sing the song that unmakes us all,  none can stop…”

 

   He skips right up to the demon king, “the daughter of chaos and what she wrought!”

 

   He then falls to the floor laughing like a madman.

 

  “Then be alone in darkness you mad fool!” bellows Eckraick as he closes the stone door locking the demon sage inside.

 

    He walks away in disgust, refusing to let anything said sink in to his eternal fiery head.

 

  Inside the sage is on all fours on the floor  like a lizard and hisses at the door, “Yesss, go, fight, face the Sorceress that commands all the elements, who is among the strongest of all who command magic, go yesss, be killed, so that we may be free, free to the womb of chaos to be born again, free from you and your brother’s game foul thing, go and die! Yessssss.”