I'm Alex White, I am an avid writer, artist, musician, and aspiring scientist. Almost anything to do with creative expression, I'm in. But don't dub me as an art guy, I enjoy a lot of different subjects that are art forms in and of themselves. Such as Mechanics, welding, engineering, Parkour, tennis, other sports, physics, reading, etc. All of it falls under a different category and I have to admit all of it interests me.
Hey All! I have written a little bit more on my story, "Averno", but I haven't finished Chapter 1 yet. So I don't want to post it and have it cut off instantly and ruin the entire thing for you. So instead, I will post the prologue, which takes place 5 years before the main story-line.
This sets up the story and introduces a bit of the evil entities. It's kinda hard to explain so you'll just have to read and find out for yourself what happens.
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Prologue
“Such is the Gift of Absolute Power”A monotonous chant rang through the halls of a ruined temple in modern day Mexico. Lost to the ages long ago, it has been reclaimed by three souls in order to revive Averno himself. Once an idol of engineering and scientific perfection, the temple was now overrun by jungle; vines twisted in and out of the stone and tree roots had made the walkways uneven and broken. The chant grew louder as one descended the staircase into the depths of the temple, each word of unknown tongue reverberated off the walls, producing an acoustic stage effect. Farther inside one would see masses of hooded figures, each swaying slightly. The candles they held made their shadows dance among uneven stone and shadowed faces. The congregation was focused around a circular platform of white marble, it was the only thing white in the entire room. Atop the platform stood 3 young children, the oldest being fourteen and the youngest being eleven, each child wore a hooded robe and held a long silver dagger that flashed a red tint amongst the dancing candlelight. One by one each child lowered their hood.Their faces were blank, eyes the color of mist, glazed over and emotionless; each child held the image of youth, but their expressions were anything but those of innocent blood. The oldest, Lucyn, moved forward, a strand of fair brown hair shifting from above his eyebrow, and placed a black gem into the center of what appeared to be a pedestal made of ancient stone; it seemed out of place compared to the white marble that the kids stood upon. Once the gem was placed the pedestal shook violently, sending dust and bits of decaying vegetation to the floor, but the children never wavered; their eyes were still glazed over, giving the impression of utter subordination. Despite appearances, these children were not human, nor were they controlling their actions.As the pedestal disappeared into the floor, the chant grew louder and the congregation began to sway violently, as if dodging arrows, not peacefully singing. Then, Lucyn raised his dagger to his throat, a single drop of blood rolled down his neck and the other 2 children followed; both of them also pricked their necks, causing blood to drop to the floor in slow, painful, drops. Once the first drop of Lucyn’s blood hit the floor, the mass of hooded figures vanished in a whirling mist of black smoke, shrouding the interior of the temple in a thick fog. And for a second, just a second, you could see a flash of depression and emptiness flash across the children’s faces, the last bit of their humanity expressed as their lives flashed before their eyes. With a quick flick of his wrist Lucyn slit his throat, the others followed with him. Lucyn felt his knees go weak and he fell to the floor, Crimson blood spilled from his wound as the last bit of life faded from his eyes and stained the marble floor.
The ritual was complete, the three fated children of Evil had been slain at precisely the same moment, their spirits would return to Averno and he would become whole again. For this night marked the beginning of an age long war between Good and Evil. With a resounding crack the platform exploded and an entity of swirling black mist emerged from the rubble;
Then All was Silent
