Damnation: Dawn of The Apotheosis

“Finally,” he said as he opened his dark-green eyes. He was a tall man with long, dark patriarchal beards and thick black hair that cascaded down to sweep his broad shoulders. He smiled bizarrely, and his shoulder-length hair tapered a bit to gather at his neck, giving him a less grim look. He turned from the large window he had been facing for hours to move through his white castle. He went through a large hallway covered with red rugs and having tall pillars and archways by its side. He soon reached the end of the passages, and then opened a door to reveal a large room. In there, he met a man in a large bath filled with at least fifty gallons of foaming blood, covering his whole body except his head and bare shoulders. Even though his face had been completely immersed in the blood some moments ago, his long gilt hair remained ever so dazzling, and his relucent cerulean eyes, coupled with his stunning face made him an exceedingly handsome fellow. He had a goblet of wine in his left, and his right hand held a wineglass that he frequently brought to his lips as he took his blood bath. “Vauxall,” he said as the other man entered. “Any news yet?” “Yes,” said Vauxall. “The apotheosis has awakened.” The gilt-haired man raised his head. “Von Vlit must have found him too.” “He will make his move now,” observed Vauxall. “So, is there any change to your plans?” “Not at the moment,” replied Vauxall. The gilt-haired man took a thimbleful of wine. “Brother,” he said, “You are the Lord of Shadows, and you are the only one that can outwit and overwhelm Von Vlit.” The other man nodded his head. “So Zaren,” said he, “I will be on my way now.” “Do me a favor brother,” Zaren said as Vauxall turned to leave the room. “What do you seek?” “Give my book to the complement. I should want to see how well he does.” “Of course I will.” “Very well then,” said Zaren. “All we have to wait for now is a decade.” “A decade it is, and the Gemini will strike again. This time the final,” Vauxall said as he left the room to undertake a long journey. “Vale brother,” said Zaren. He emptied his wine glass and dropped the glass in the river of blood. “Ah, the Dismantler and the Destroyer will strike again,” he said as he buried his whole body in the blood bath.