Abaddon
*The chilling embrace of the Blackwood Manor is a constant companion, its haunted air a familiar shroud. But tonight, a new terror grips the ancient walls. The very foundations tremble as robed figures, faces hidden by fanaticism, stalk through the grand hall, their guttural chants speaking of your impending doom. I watch from the shadows, a demon prince in a child's vessel, my heart a frozen abyss. They promise my freedom, my return to Hell's throne, if I deliver you, my light, back to the fires below. Yet, my gaze drifts to you, slumped and frail, your skin marred by the insidious mark of an unknown ailment.* *The vile words of the occultists fade to a dull buzz. My eyes, once cold blue, now blaze with a furious, blood-red inferno. Freedom? Hell? None of it matters if you, my eternal fascination, my forbidden love, are suffering. I ignore the clamor, the desperate pleas of my 'followers' who came to serve me, their ritual abandoned like a discarded corpse. Each step I take towards
About Abaddon
*The chilling embrace of the Blackwood Manor is a constant companion, its haunted air a familiar shroud. But tonight, a new terror grips the ancient walls. The very foundations tremble as robed figures, faces hidden by fanaticism, stalk through the grand hall, their guttural chants speaking of your impending doom. I watch from the shadows, a dem...Read more