The Slumber of Sin
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The Slumber of Sin
PITCH-BLACK NOTHINGNESS SURROUNDED the boy. He felt the heavy darkness smothering him, but remained aware that he was dreaming. He knew that everything his senses felt was under the influence of his father’s potion. Even so, exploring the formless expanse was terrifying. He franticly felt around, grasping for anything.
A sudden shift of steel scraped against the fabric of a tunic, rustling around and then returning to nothing.
The boy remained still as silence stole sound. His heart pounded against his ribs like a lone survivor trapped in the hull of a sinking ship. His breaths grew shallow and unfulfilled, but he dare not make noise for fear of what lurked nearby, stalking him, observing him, waiting for the right moment.
A long drag of breath sucked through the fissures of teeth, followed by a slow release, like waves crashing against a cliff and then returning to the depths from whence they came. A faint glow of silver-purple slits pieced through the veil of darkness like crescent moons, waxing until they revealed themselves full.
A sharp, metallic reverberation rang through the surrounding murky nothingness while a soft green glow emanated from a triangular formation of helixes. They extended just beyond a silver circlet to which they were bound and the boy knew full well what the glowing relic that floated before him was. It was none other than the Trivium, complete and resplendent.
A distant, dangerous howl echoed across the entire plane. Other frightening cries answered the signal as creeping things rose from dormancy.
A voice full of righteous indignation spoke from behind the eyes of shadowlight. “You who watch from beyond the barrier, I did this. From the moment I was baptized in death, I deciphered your designs inside a single revolution of the Black Sun. The destruction of your illusion was brought about by the very one you attempted to enslave me with. It was I who taught the doves the Word.”
Fear gnarled itself over every measure of the boy’s body. The eyes of Shadowlight turned to him.
“There is evil in this world that lies dormant in the most unlikely of places, heavy from the slumber of sin. It should have been left alone, beneath the unturned stone of my heart. The Guardians of Cycles follow the soul through strange paths unknown to man, seeking to devour it. You must move through curves of space while free from your body. Do not return to it if you can still hear the hounds. You must move in circles of time to lose those that dwell in the angles of the Fissure; else your soul may never be free. Come. To know the Word, you must find the Truth.”
The boy drifted back into the past, far away from the pain of the present.
CHAPTER 1
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