Destructum: The Summoning

(continued from – Destructum: Intro)

Destructum: The Summoning

The cold air in the night was reflecting a cruel emotion. Screams of desperation were about to invade the local ambiance’s peace.

Even with three heroes among them, most of the people in here were doomed. Aeb Thanag’a was gathering enough energy from his spirits, so he could engage in starting the dark rituals.

His skin was getting some elemental gray nuances while his muscles struggled underneath it. His eyes we’re presenting orange lighting-lines almost like a cannibalistic desire…he was so concentrated upon this action that  everything around him just..dissipated. The ritual would consume almost all his resources of energy.

Just a mile away – a young boy just went to sleep after having dinner with his family. A sweet smell of pumpkin pie was emanated from a small corner of the room. His parents went on with their home-duties, while the little one sat near the window and watched the crystal-rays that were illustrated on the near-by trees.

From distance – he seemed to notice a bluish sphere that was rotating with enormous speed.

Aeb Thanag’a managed to create his evil portal – shaped as a blue globe of fire. Once that portal was open, his evil army could enter this realm.

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The demon’s powers were great. He alone could summon up to 25.000 dark devils from his natal realm – The Clouds. After opening the portal – he just had to say some sort of prayer that would unleash the bowels of a great horde of enemies.

So – that evening, thousands of little dark devils, with terrible ambitions we’re about to invade Nhaedoria. The peasants that were enjoying the tranquility of the autumn evening had no idea what cruel fate was thrown upon them.

[to be continued…]

Under The Sheets

I can’t really express what I feel while listening to this song. I just discovered it today..or maybe I should say it was introduced to me. Introduced to analyze my subconscious when feeling that beat.

I wonder how many of you feel music the way I do. Probably not many – so I think is a privilege for us.

So – listen to what abducted my mind… Ellie Goulding – Under the Sheets dubstep flow. Dope.

My Angel’s Clone [Original]

Upon the dusty shelves I spread my feelings

Dark, ritualistic grains of power left alone

And you, without a worry in this world

You’re nothing else than my angel’s clone.

So beautiful, yet so macabre

With your closed eyes to see me through

I wonder how you got up there

Am I imagining or this is you…

Are you watching over me right now

Is this your escape plan from them?

Or something makes you stay in here

Reminding you of life’s sacred gem…

Whatever the right answer is

I’ll miss you til the end of days

I’ll seek for you on rainy mornings

“I’m just your angel’s clone” she says…

The Lost Thing: Perceptions

So, this morning I watched a beautiful short animated movie that was featured this year in an animated movie festival in my city not long ago. “The Lost Thing” is quite an amazing visual experience – offering 15 minutes of film delight.

Directors/Writers: Andrew Ruhemann, Shaun Tan.

Producer: Sophie Byrne.

Cast: Tim Minchin.

“The Lost Thing” is the story of a boy that discovers an unusual looking creature. Thing is that he is the only one interested in it. Nobody else seems to notice its presence.

Now – because of this social indifference – the boy will try to find out what’s with his new friend and from where it came. The movie will point his actions of trying to solve this mystery. In the end we will visit a world full of new and exciting apparitions – a world of cultural fantasy where unique elements exist.

The theme of telling the story of something that is just “lost” without a proper reason can be viewed as a notion of modern-day mentality. Even if we have the big and red creature – nobody seems interested in it – cuz they are occupied with other aspects of their lives. The movie offers a colorful world – filled with futuristic structures. Almost like an indie-game, this Universe need interaction.

Destructum

Just a short intro for a fantasy essay reflecting points of views on RPG concepts.

Destructum

The lands were covered by a shady fog that evening. All over there was a tense flying entity that inspired nothing more than dark contemplation. An objective silence was leading the place. Nothing disturbed the tranquility. The fog was moving so gently that it wouldn’t move a single molecule of air.

There were no rays reflecting from the moon, nor stars to transfer invisible shades. Was a typical mid-autumn evening in the lands of Nhaedoria.

Left alone in this mystic environment, Aeb Thanag’a, the fallen angel from the Clouds was thinking about searching for a place to start it’s dark ritual, allowing him to summon more infernal minions. This evil action was like a spiritual manifestation from within the demon. A crystal fire and dark ashes were coming out from the demon’s surroundings, while he was moving angrily his arms and legs. Then an dark orange light was to appear on the sky and a vast army of devils being rained down. The silence was about to be disabled…

He wasn’t aware of the fact that he was sitting on the domain of the Three Sisters – the protectors of this district of Nhaedoria. These three warriors were among the most powerful in all the lands. An inevitable battle was like a struggling destiny for them. An yet this destiny seemed a little bit too real at that moment…

[to be continued…]

Truth About A Classic End

If this is true..then we’re welcome to change our ways…seriously. The notions described are so abstract that we might find something in there…a piece of a foggy and cold reality”.

“Today, I was led by an angel to the chasms of hell. It is a place of great torture; how awesomely large and extensive it is! The kinds of tortures I saw: the first torture that constitutes hell is the loss of God; the second is perpetual remorse of conscience; the third is that one’s condition will never change; (160) the fourth is the fire that will penetrate the soul without destroying it-a terrible suffering, since it is a purely spiritual fire, lit by God’s anger; the fifth torture is continual darkness and a terrible suffocating smell, and, despite the darkness, the devils and the souls of the damned see each other and all the evil, both of others and their own; the sixth torture is the constant company of Satan; the seventh torture is the horrible despair, hatred of God, vile words, curses and blasphemies. These are the tortures suffered by all the damned together, but that is not the end of the sufferings. There are special tortures destined for particular souls. These are the torments of the senses. Each soul undergoes terrible and indescribable sufferings, related to the manner in which it has sinned. There are caverns and pits of torture where one form of agony differs from another. I would have died at the very sight of these tortures if the omnipotence of God had not supported me.”

written by Sister Faustina in 1936.

Are you among those who takes this seriously…cuz I just want a sign that this is real..or at least that’s how I feel about it. Wouldn’t it be dramatic?

Dark Sounds: The Song Beneath The Tragedy

I really hope that you’ve seen Silent Hill or played at least one of the games from the series.

Or at least know something about Konami’s great universe of Silent Hill.

If you don’t then I have to tell you a bit about it. A tragedy leaves behind a dark place – with demons and abstract phenomenons. As I once said when I reviewed the movie – an universe defined by an evil complexity and a neurotic and psychopathic essence.

You have to stay alive…when it is nearly impossible.

But what it’s great about Silent Hill is its soundtrack. I let you hear some of the songs featured in the productions – but one song is still trying to invade my subconscious.

It’s called White Noiz and it can offer unique feelings. An adorable need for solitude, a sweet sound of immorality and a recreational pain the debts of the soul. I wonder how I ended up loving this kind of music – am I weird in a way? It that’s an answer and not a question then I’ll put the song on repeat. Guess what I’m going to listen til morning…