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The Apostate's Sorceries
May. 22nd, 2011 09:37 amThroughout the planet Earth there are hidden artifacts fashioned by the Apostate for his own dark amusements. These artifacts were sometimes chanced upon by hapless humans who fell slave to their magicks. One such artifact became known as The Shroud. Its sole purpose was to show whomever was unfortunate to don the accursed cloth a world filled with death, disease, and the inescapable inevitability of enslavement and imprisonment in a world so terrible as to make the wearer and all those about whom the wearer told The Shroud gabble with sorrow and madness.
This was the first of the Apostate's dabblings into magick solely for magick's sake. And it was the first about which Cadmus Pariah learnt after his apotheosis into the role of Plenipotentiary of the New Hive. He discovered that it belonged to a human child of misfortune who had lost everything to The Shroud. Her name was Shirley Manning and she had lost her children, her husband, her very way of life to the lies told by The Shroud.
Cadmus suspected that taking The Shroud away from Shirley Manning would most assuredly kill her, but that really was not his concern. He had made it his mission to collect and perhaps destroy the Apostate's final stain up this planet.
And there were others.
There were the Crystals of Khemeth, quartz stones created out of the tears of bound Tarmi. When worn, the Crystals would cause the wearer to cry uncontrollably and produce even more crystals, thus compounding the sorrow perpetrated by the original magicks fashioned in the dungeons of the Apostate. The Dagger of Aramathea, fashioned out of stone that no longer even existed in the bones of the Earth and, if plunged into the flesh of a mortal being, that being would be transformed to salt for all eternity, a poisonous salt that would taint all around it. The Apostate could have easily poisoned the oceans of planet Earth with the corpse of one murdered soul. There was the Spiritus Wine that, when drunk, the drinker would die of insomnia and its ensuing madness. One such family, dwelling in the heart of Italy, had fallen victim to the legacy of this wine, believing it to be the very blood of Christ as they took, in their ignorance, the libation of the Saviour.
And there were so many more, dotted along the surface of the Pariah's playground of night. It was his intention to collect them all and, if not eradicate their existence from the knowledge of Humankind, add their terrible power to his Harming Tree. With such dark magick at his fingertips, Cadmus Pariah could once again reclaim the invincibility that had once almost been his as the bane to the Great Hive.
This would be Cadmus Pariah's final vengeance upon the mummified relic that had once been the greatest sorcerer on Earth.
This was the first of the Apostate's dabblings into magick solely for magick's sake. And it was the first about which Cadmus Pariah learnt after his apotheosis into the role of Plenipotentiary of the New Hive. He discovered that it belonged to a human child of misfortune who had lost everything to The Shroud. Her name was Shirley Manning and she had lost her children, her husband, her very way of life to the lies told by The Shroud.
Cadmus suspected that taking The Shroud away from Shirley Manning would most assuredly kill her, but that really was not his concern. He had made it his mission to collect and perhaps destroy the Apostate's final stain up this planet.
And there were others.
There were the Crystals of Khemeth, quartz stones created out of the tears of bound Tarmi. When worn, the Crystals would cause the wearer to cry uncontrollably and produce even more crystals, thus compounding the sorrow perpetrated by the original magicks fashioned in the dungeons of the Apostate. The Dagger of Aramathea, fashioned out of stone that no longer even existed in the bones of the Earth and, if plunged into the flesh of a mortal being, that being would be transformed to salt for all eternity, a poisonous salt that would taint all around it. The Apostate could have easily poisoned the oceans of planet Earth with the corpse of one murdered soul. There was the Spiritus Wine that, when drunk, the drinker would die of insomnia and its ensuing madness. One such family, dwelling in the heart of Italy, had fallen victim to the legacy of this wine, believing it to be the very blood of Christ as they took, in their ignorance, the libation of the Saviour.
And there were so many more, dotted along the surface of the Pariah's playground of night. It was his intention to collect them all and, if not eradicate their existence from the knowledge of Humankind, add their terrible power to his Harming Tree. With such dark magick at his fingertips, Cadmus Pariah could once again reclaim the invincibility that had once almost been his as the bane to the Great Hive.
This would be Cadmus Pariah's final vengeance upon the mummified relic that had once been the greatest sorcerer on Earth.
