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~ " Unbound " ~


- Prologue -


An embryo of evenfall broke its heavy waters upon a parched land, which distilled distress like an unforgiven sinner, as a heinous, diabolic, vaulted shroud, black as chilled basalt magma, stole the shadows of thieves and blinded rogues via an odious sky, who dared to venture amongst the undisputed stomping ground of the unmentionable Night Stalker; too dangerous to exist anywhere, for Abaddon could not bind him, and whose havoc wrought fear and revulsion into even the infamous, malignant, fiendishly dark heart of that monstrosity known as Jack the Ripper. Yea, even the undead dared not unbolt their reinforced, oaken doors, and executioners quivered next to their cruor-daubed axes, trembling hands becoming unwieldy, for unleashed upon the now quietened bustle of a fog-blanked township brewed the most vile abomination that had ever escaped the deepest recesses of a black-hole abyss...a creature so fierce, that even courage vanished from the Titans.

Tonight, a town would die, as a sacrificial morsel for the appetite of its ravenous, unsatiated hunger, and unquenchable thirst longed for crimson gushes, drizzled over sarcoline goose-bumps of human flesh; a submissive world would soon learn what it meant to bow before hooves shod by Talos the Destroyer and enchanted by the Norse Prince-god of Nefarious Malediction...a living nightmare which made even the Sandman incant himself, and beg for rested hours of oblivious sleep, when faced with the horror of his milieu.

Arcane necromancers possessed not even the rumour of thought, nor the slightest, miniscule knowledge which might lend even a brief control of this gargantua of spectral sorcery; no grimoire nor thaumaturgist amid the land could'st be found which might steer his unfathomable mass.

This sorrowful harvestman, god-father to the Grim Reaper, bursting with pent-up aeons of unadulterated fury and millennia of compacted yearnings for evil murder, now arrived to pronounce the reality of his myth and claim the Earth as his throne.

Where once flourished, hope, it now succumbed, and ceased to exist; the embodiment of numen, master of faithlessness, and demi-god of the elements was worshipped by daemon acolytes who magnified his awe. This unholy, graven image strode out in superbia and self-glorification to claim dominion – no power prevailed against his bloody onslaught and all resistance obliterated, for even the glorious diamond kingdoms were crushed into ruination amongst sinewy claws of unmeasurable robustness.

Only one, hardy mortal could reply to this pestilent manifestation...this animation...an ancient, repugnant powerhouse of jinx, bedecked with the anatomy of folded steel, glinting of the rusted matt of an old crone’s tooth; with savage locks, clumped like wet tobacco that issued drab hues of sulphur-impregnated hag’s hair. The only silence was the sound of him not begging like his prey, as they continually wept whilst his roar resounded with the force of a dozen earthquakes, followed by the breath of a typhoon wrapped within a whirlwind.

The warrior, who championed his own heart was the only challenge that stood in his way; this seasoned, battle-scarred patron of purity would seek to chain this old death, and lead it to new death, as he valiantly brandished the sword that was smithed before Excalibur was ever born.

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The battle for the future had begun...and the Armies of Light would win the victory.



FIN


Comments

Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on September 23, 2013:

Thanks Monis Mas, and it's a pleasure to have you drop in for a fright ;)

Kind Regards,

R.Q.

Agnes on September 23, 2013:

What a... PERFECT story!

Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on September 23, 2013:

You are showing more of you talent in each of your hubs, Unbound gave me a bit of a dark feeling but managed to get out of it, well thought of.

Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on September 22, 2013:

That's good to know MsDora - hope you are well.

Best Wishes,

R.Q.

Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on September 22, 2013:

@wetnosedogs

Lol! I reckon Bella could 'ave im, easy - a quick dab with the left paw, then a swift right to the bread-basket, and it would all be over before it even began ;) Another happy ending :)

Thanks for coming over,

R.Q.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on September 21, 2013:

Different and impressive! You showed that your skill is not limited to one theme. Good job.

wetnosedogs from Alabama on September 20, 2013:

I am thrilled there is a happy ending. This is spooky. I almost got under the bed with wetnose Bella.

Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on September 20, 2013:

Take courage Chuck! :)

It's good to have you drop in for a read, and trust all is well with you and your kin. The creature was more of a culmination of those depicted in classical myth, popular cinema and fiction, so tried to describe one which was in keeping with that perception, though had to mention a truthful, happy ending.

A great weekend to you and your wife also kind sir.

Best Wishes,

R.Q.

Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on September 20, 2013:

Thank you Faith Reaper - I know you ladies tend not to like scary things but this one was begging to be written, so happy that it was received as well as it was.

Have a lovely weekend dear Faith.

Warm Regards,

R.Q.

Writer Chuck on September 20, 2013:

Wow, I need a refill on courage. This creature sounds like Satan himself.

Have a great weekend,

Chuck

Faith Reaper from southern USA on September 19, 2013:

Superb write dearest Romeos! I am with dear Jackie ... never read anything like it. Whew!!!

Up and more and sharing

Hugs, Faith Reaper

Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on September 19, 2013:

Hi WL! It is a bit creepy as you say - perfect for the campfire of a chilled autumn evening, but no matter how great the adversary, there is the safe knowledge that Light will be triumphant - a happy ending, if you like; an uncomfortable prelude before the glorious victory. :)

Thank you for your generosity.

R.Q.

Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on September 19, 2013:

Good to see you Jackie. No roses tonight, but thankful that you enjoyed the read. I hope you and yours are well, and that your evening is a pleasant one.

Warm Regards,

R.Q.

Jennifer from Lost...In Video Games and Stories on September 19, 2013:

Love it, R.Q! Dark and creepy, perfect for a camp story! :D Voted it up!

Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on September 19, 2013:

Wow, stupendous. Never read anything like it. Very good. ^

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