h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

In the darkness of the world, There lies at the hub of an ocean vast and expanding to beyond the sight of human perception. Within a sea of blood boiling with its own hatred. Below a sky stained crimson and other foul hues and tints, below this firmament that stabs the malicious ocean with pink blossoms of lightning and lashes the waters with the rage of wrathful gods. For in the middle of those macabre waters lies an isle, created from the bones of many, held by molten bronze, covered by the skins of a legion of Infants.


For there lies the Citadel, that since genesis has existed. A fortress where all evil spawns from, where all rage, malice and hatred are given birth and sent to our world as gifts from the depths of wicked minds.

Of osseous tissue taken from demons that in life grew to match the old gods in size the construct of this build was, forever are the names concerning the beasts lost in the depths of long dead men‘s minds. From the damned castle there are built towers and minarets, They each spiral and weave within one another, towards the sky and further they rise perversely with obscurity and total madness. I can only think that its architect was insanity to have created such weird and disturbing designs that yet stranger still hold cohesion and symmetry, each gaze hurts the eye to even quickly gaze upon the organised chaos.

The gate, the mouth of the Demon expands in all directions until darkness swallows all vision. Its teeth have become a portcullis, colossal in proportions and razor sharp to the touch, down drips blood that never halts, always staining the ground below.

Around the gate the hosts have driven iron poles deep into the earth, still it groans with stark pain as it remembers when they drove them into her. Upon staves are people staked, their hands immortalised in reaching to the skies for forgiveness, their souls trapped forever within the walls of bone and there they scream their hatred at all who walk pass them, terrible the shrieking wails that come from their faces, contorted in anguish, their suffering is never ending.

So sat the fortress, a terror and wonder to behold with my humble eyes.



Around the structure there grew the most vile forest, dark and of reeking of dementia where only the mad or walking dead travel in the midst of the blackest nights for their own dread purposes. The dank verdure twisted and contorted. Each tree grew up towards the soiled heavens and in knots and kinks grew the limbs. Spikes like iron are their tips, scratching all manner of beasts that pass near for their own amusements. Alive are the trunks, moaning of their grievances for in each tree there dwells a soul, trapped forever within the damned bark so with their branches they pull and tug at anything foolish enough to come close to them. On the boughs there sits avian abominations, black in colour to match their hearts, their shrill shrieks haunt the silent air, there within their torturous eyes they spy the land with a grimace and look for flesh to pester.

Within the centre of this madness there lies the king of trees. His hegemony the source of this freakish epigone of our own verdure and in mockery on the top of his trunk he bears a face, the grotesque personification of horror. From its myriad of leafless branches are hung the flesh of ages, The flayed skins with blood writ runes in stygian tongues are the terrible simile of leaves found on oak or beach.

Skulls have been left to rot and flesh drips with ichor, eyes view the distance with an ever watchful stare, looking to the horizon where dwells the joy stolen from their hearts. Inside the cephalic cavities, flies lay their accursed spawn and the maggots devour what remains. A curious sight I notice, for the skulls chatter in the wind mindless nothings of their past lives.

All around I walk through a field of corpses left like the seeds from this arboreal nightmare, the tree feeds off their nourishment slowly and what fetid nutrience is still contained within these hapless souls. He takes with great pleasure as he feels the torment the souls suffer.

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To him the occupants have built a fane to mock that which we call divine. Of stone was it hewn. With columns that stretch to the sky it is surrounded by, carved in shapes of dark warriors, demons some would call them with their bestial faces canine, feline and hircine. Horns come from their crowns. Armour of a twisted fashion they don, weapons of a dark and forbidden nature hold they in their clawed hands.

Upon the walls were carving of battles between humans and the demons; upon spikes we were displayed in agony, poles stabbed through our hearts, blood as mighty rivers flowed hastily from our chests. Great feasts were prepared from our flesh, the vitae poured into fine goblets, and with a hunger I have never witnessed we were devoured. The longer I inspected the carvings it seemed to my eyes that the pictures moved and I heard the faint clamour of battle, demons gnarled, children screamed, women gargled in anguish and men; terror erupted from their throats. I knew now that what lived within the castle were not truly men and for the first time I knew terror and thus entered this impious shrine.

I arrived in a mighty chamber, firstly covering my eyes, out of awe or fear I do not know, but in my inquisitiveness I peeled them back and saw what views were portrayed before me.

From the candles that were placed around the walls a pale devilish cyan light illuminated this fane, from the incandesce I could perceive that the walls were of bony spikes, from the centre came many of the stakes as to create a crown around the middle and I wondered what bizarre mind would lead to such decoration. Many columns supported the great vaults of this place though they seemed to grow into the distance above, never stopping in the gloom. The floor was of stone and polished unto it reflected all in the witch light, but it did not show me my image as I stood before it but me as if I were consumed with fear and doubt, if I did no longer have faith and believed in despair. Ugly and grotesque I turned it from my sight with disgust.

Thus I further walked towards what seemed the tabernacle to what dark deity resided here. An idol of the unholy god stood before me. Its bronze form had no one head but took instead the two heads of fierce snakes their fangs raised and smeared with venal liquids, upon its full breasts there lies a necklace of hearts, skulls and limbs cast not from metal or hewn from stone but organic and cut from nameless victims. Its hands were of many tentacles and held human heads, their mien aghast with fright. In other hands it held weapons; swords, axes, hammers any implement of death and destruction that wrought misery .

From its pelvis protruded a most obscene titanic phallus, gushing a thick black liquid which fell into a pool below the great abomination. Its legs, for one was of man and the other a beast, cloven and covered with hair.

Around the altar were many robed figures, the fibres seem noctilucent leaving shadows of light as they moved. There they danced in bloody rites to the malign statue, their dances first controlled circled around one another but soon they quickened pace, their steps becoming increasingly kinetic and vehement until they brought out knives and started slitting each others throats and chests, they screamed in ecstasy as the blood poured from their wounds. Sucking and licking at the gashes they worked themselves into a frenzy, faster and faster their bodies twisted through the dark air, the wailing grew louder and more ecstatic, until one by one they cast themselves onto the floor ceasing their movements.



This place I left deeply disturbed but I was not moved yet enough to quit my quest to peer into the castle itself which was no slight velleity, and thus continued to walk to the blasted structure.

Passing through the gatehouse a warm gentle breeze blow over me, the demon still to my surprise haled breath, upon which was the stink of a slaughter, so rank was the reek as to make my bowl wretch with utter repugnance.



Through the portals I entered into a chamber. The room lit by cherubim bore aloft on black feathered wings, their childlike faces perverted with expressions of cruel smiles.

In their hands they held braziers of incense which poured into the air a sweet sickly smell. Above they flew in numbers around an iron throne. Upon which carving were made. There were men with heads upon serpentine bodies which spewed forth from their mouths murderous poisons.

Below mortals knelt in supplication, holding their hands towards the foul creatures for clemency though none was given, they sliced limbs and delighted in decollation.

Blood fell like rain and demons danced blissfully, howling and screaming cacophonous odes.

But this was naught compared to what sat upon that blasphemous throne.

Like a titan of ancient years he rose like a terrible mountain wrought with malice and the consciousness of such a monster caused me to tremble. Giant the horns that bore from his head, bronzen and twisting, they

created for him a natural crown for his kingdom of horror. His face while handsome, had settled for a ghastly veil of canine features, his fur matted with gore and his maw lain with fangs breathed heavily and forth came the stink of death. I would have gouged my eyes and rent the tissue with my fingers than to have eternally the memory of that sight within me and prayed that this were some mere chimera, for his eyes were terrible to behold and shone as fierce as suns, for I saw within them worlds filled with pain and decay, they glared upon his realm below with an awesome knowledge of dread thing.

He sat shrouded within iron armour and from gold twine the images of screaming infants to his chest were bound. Ancient runes of hate were scribed there on the plates, glowing with an eerie shine. He held a sword mighty in statue, the bone hilt carved to form the shapes of creatures from nightmare realms. The blade was wrought from a metal unknown to me, and shone with a haze beautiful though deadly, it hypnotised and there I watched as within swirled a vortex of souls lost in torture. I could hear their ululating, the shrieks filling my head with lamentations and dirges heard by no other man. Falling to the floor, tears flooded my eyes as slowly the song seeped into my mind and saturated my thoughts.



With much effort I forsook the sword and continued my vigilance upon the wicked aspects;

Around the evil throne a river of liquid fire flowed and from it vomited tongues of dark flames which consumed the stakes and flesh of crucifying victims that littered around the hulk of the demon king, the screams of the hung served as hymns to the lord that rose above them, the immolations were mantras to his unholy glory, the charred and smouldering corpses were his colours and banners, risen to his infernal majesty

Flittering upon the swafs of his breath tiny sprites hovered and pricked the flesh of the screeching masses, unable to escape the tongs and whips of the pesky beasts, their skins grew in welts and wounds.

In front of their Emperor, the demons laid a feast made from a myriad of human parts. Within the centre stood petrified a man and women naked and skins sewn together. Their mouths poured out a torrent of the dark red wine of Human blood and from pipes that pierced their flesh too gushed that scarlet liqueur, thus the creatures surrounding took much delight in holding up fine golden goblets and quenching their undesirable thirsts.

So I saw what courses were served as thus; For first I noticed that several of the corpses were bloated, with eyes their cavities had been stuffed and roasted over large fires fuelled by the fat that dripped from the slowly cooking corpses. Infants had spikes secured through their heads, their brains marinated the flesh as they seeped through fissures. Hastily hunks of flesh found themselves gorged upon and torn apart. Warm liquids ran down Barbaric cheeks as they enjoyed this orgy of gluttony. Plump hearts were picked from chests, stomachs delicately prized open and contents merrily sucked. This feast which I witnessed sickened me to the core of my soul, it wanted to wrench free and escape this blasted damnation that I surveyed below.

But yet still worse was to come, for a rusted gate rose and from the darkness people naked poured from the gloom, some in terror completely ejected the contents of themselves, the smell fragrant to that of the reeking banquet of forbidden flesh. The pavid mortals stood quivering with fear while the creatures eyes grew with the light of excitement, widening at the prospect of these new delights. With much rapidity the foul creatures leapt upon the innocent gaggle, with only screams and shrieks to welcome them. Curdling my blood, the wailing was painful to hear as they wrenched and tore free limbs and chunks of flesh, organs flew high within the air as the demons threw themselves into a frenzy, rending muscles, pulling upon Intestines and waving them in the air, calling to their dark lord for attention. I saw one demon plunge his claws into a poor women's abdomen, it joyfully wailed as its hands grabbed her ribs and tore the bones from her, and what remained of her innards gushed upon the demons face and it gorged upon what was left in the cavity like fruit. Great was this slaughter that not even the bones were left as they smashed them upon the ground to slurp the marrow. Like animals they fought over the scraps of flesh and played in the entails, always to sate their ravenous greed.



So thus I left the atrocious festivities of the hall, Wondering through a sickly yellow light shining along aisles where upon tapestries were hung. Weaved with strips of flesh and hair, sewn were the portraits of men donned with black armour upon which were faces of twisted joy. They wore pelts of human skins, hands decorated their belts. Axes each held made from bone, smears of blood were left upon the blade, and to me strangely seemed to drip, a mournful echo resounded as each drop fell. I heard too the whispers of dark secrets on the breezes of the passageways, such things they spoke unto me that I covered my ears to stop the blasphemous sounds and cantations of shadowed words.

Further I walked down until an entrance appeared. Guarded by a column of black marble, who atop sat a harridan, her hair jet and drenched in sweat and blood, its myriad strands with a mind of their own stretch into the air as if trying to rip itself free while the rest formed a mask that draped over the skin of her face. Madness is her only thought her bloodshot eyes flailing themselves in a hurricane of vision. Forth came spittle like vomit from her gapping jaw.

Upon her head she wore a crown of iron thorns which holds its place deep in the flesh of her skull. Her raiment was a simple cloth rag splattered with red tears as she lashes the flesh from the backs of those who crowd round her pillar, their spines are wrenched free and bones creak and shatter. Her whip with six barbarous heads bark and snap at one another, from metal made and covered gore, they bite deeply into skin and bone. I entered the chamber which she stood guard, passing at the moment when her frenzy made her lacking in perception. Thus I wondered into the space beyond. By columns was held the roof. Upon them lay in wait for my viewing more decorations, and their horrors were quick to reveal themselves to me.

Upon the walls were candles in bronzen brazier, the flames black but still illuminate as to bath the whole room clear of darkness. Some of the columns had reliefs of battle, a common theme I became to notice but indeed not this one. Wild beasts were tearing themselves apart, they tore at their chests and clawed away their hearts, above stood a shinning figure cloaked in light, above it was held by mighty wings. The animals offered their hearts to this Daemon and he smiled to show leonine teeth, and thus this noble figure ate each heart and slew what remained of the beasts with a glare of its eyes. Upon another pillar were carved a field of corpses and as I stood closer to view it the reek of charnel pyres, the fragrance of burning flesh incensed by nostrils and filled the air like perfume. In the firmament were angels, they soared through burning clouds, many had wings that were darkness pure, the rest of the number possessed flight but in the skins of the wings there swarmed souls,I saw them try to push their way out of the entrapment, their faces moaned and I swear so that I heard the groans of tormented minds.



I walked towards a wall upon which I noticed had three mirrors and each I looked into.

The first was of polished bronze and I viewed thus; my hair had been torn free and blood ran down my face clouding my eyes, I was blinded and in an attempt to see the light I clawed away at my eyes to wipe away the blood, my eyes burst and the jelly vomited through my figures.I Then felt a sensation within my throat, creeping slowly towards my mouth, blood came forth and then a flood of maggots as a wave poured from my mouth wrenching meat from my throat, I coughed vehemently, they fell like a foul tide pestilent in nature, my voice was the gargle of mucus ejaculating from my lungs.Upon my body ‘twere welts and boils, they gave me great discomfort and pain, and they too erupted, the ruptures bled a cornucopic amounts of pus, it burnt my skin and my flesh became ash and I was no more. I tore my sight away and looked upon my person to notice that all was a trick of the light, yet still I grew more curious to examine the other two mirrors.

Thus looked I into the mirror second and here is what I beheld; my family and all who breathed that were dear to my heart stood before I, upon a cerulean sky and sun kissed ground they stood.Then from the distance came black clouds, like a tumour they plagued the heavens and the roar of an angry god bellowed forth, then I saw me from the horizon come. Upon my face I bore a wicked grin full of contempt, held within my hand a hammer cast of iron.I came to my beloveds and they saw me not, looking always looking to their front.I swung that great bludgeon cast of iron and it hit my mothers face, her smile smashed from her complexion, with a sound abhorrent to hear the bone cracked and the flesh was squashed under the mighty weight of the blow, the other side of her face fell and was launched splitting her skull allowing the brain to rain from within vomiting upon her once beautiful face. Next I aimed my hammer upon my father, first he received the hateful kiss resting on his stomach, the bowls erupted with bile and liquids released from the guts as they collapsed, his spine gave way and as a white fountain sprayed bone and cartilage, he buckled to the ground.With joy and delight in causing this much pain I could not wait to punch my next hit but before doing so laughed I cackled that bit my soul and leapt dancing in pleasure of the kill. The hammer I brought down upon his face. The eyes catapulted from their sockets and launched Into the air above. His teeth crumbled to dust and his complexion now smashed into countless pieces. How I relished as the blood came upon my face and hands, I revelled the sight and licked the liquor that befell upon me. The rest of my family and friends I murdered in more equally terrifying manners.

The last mirror I hesitated to stare within but I had to know what horrors would befall me as I viewed this last twisted portal of shimmering jet stone

First my body was beauty to behold and my face shone with a halo but it was of iron spikes driven into my forehead. Within my hand held I a blade that sung in the air as I moved it, the sweet song played with the voice of cherubs and fragrance of jasmine I could smell upon the breeze. My tongue protruded forth and dragged the dagger across the supple flesh and the taste of metal slipped through my teeth and I heard the slow drip-dripping of my fragile life upon the stone floor, I cried but too the tears were of my blood. Such pain I felt, the anguish swam throughout my veins, the vitae that ran changed to black and my eyes turned as ebony night. From my crown there forth came two horns hircine in nature, I screamed as the bone forced its way through my skull. I saw myself as a them my inner fears exposed in manifestation visible to my abhorred sight.

Tearing my eyes from their fixation I hurried away from the mirrors and followed the groans and whimpering of the air, towards the mystic light, there came to sight the far wall and it was crafted from many skulls, the eyes hollowed as I walked along my soul felt as the empty sockets watched me somehow, after many minutes the sockets started to weep and from the air the sent of death rose, a pestilence rose to my nostrils, faster the flowing of the blood came from the steady trickle to a torrents, the liquid suddenly burst forth smashing away the skulls, I ran for my existence depended upon it, the crimson tide pursuing my steps threatening to drown me in a perverse sea, thus through the iron doors I tumbled and they slammed themselves closed, the wave of blood hit the metal saving my life from death.



I thus took my leave of that room of horrors and further down the corridors wandered until again a door revealed itself unto me from the whispering walls that it spawned from. And so I entered this next macabre spectacle with much as fear and anticipation of dread as with curiosity and intrigue.

Within I followed the low moans, grunts of pain and aching that drifted on the air, when my eyes became acquainted with the light I saw the walls stretch aloft into the darkness, they themselves were crafted from cages, thousands placed upon one another that reached high.

Inside the gloom of the myriad constructs, each trapped within the bindings, all naked and festering with plague were bodies wasting away for only the skin itself hung from bones, thus I could quite clearly see their inner frames. Some whose hope had gone astray grasped the bars looking into the empty darkness with pale bulbous eyes as if hoping to catch sight of some distant memory. I stared into them, into those hopeless eyes, they had become desolate, no light further shone from within them and all I saw was complete despair for their hearts had been shadowed and never was the cloud to lift. Much was I disturbed as their pupils followed my steps never blinking once indeed I deemed them free of eyelids. Blank expressions lay upon their faces, their hearts were dead, their bodies empty husks of their past selves, in my soul I wept for these poor creatures.

Placed within some of the cages were spiders scuttling around, I looked with a greater perception and saw that they had tails like scorpions and their heads were those of children though their eyes with no hue closed from the sides and possessed no soul, when they came upon one another they screamed like a babe in distress, a high shrill cry that pierced my ears, to hear such innocence in voices of truly twisted creations filled me with such utter terror, and they tore each other ripping their heads and eyes from sockets and rejoicing in this macabre pleasure.

Other poor prisoners within the cages crouched, cuddling their persons sitting and lying in their filth. Some painted themselves in the faeces, colouring their faces and chests with the grime even feasting upon the excrement delighting in its taste, I was much repulsed by this episode, still even further had their minds travelled into the dank depths of madness for some in all abandonment of their faculties tore at their eyes with their long nails, wishing to end the torment that the bleak views played upon their eyes. It was the vistas above that next I noted, for hanging from the ceiling by flesh hooks deep embedded within their backs were defiled corpses left with no head but yet still heard I the echoes of despair resonate from their bodies, their souls contrite in their entrapment, such piety I took at the ones who so cruelly were snatch from the cradle of life and plunged into nightmares so beyond their possible thought. I swear so that I could feel the drops of tears descend upon my skin, the cool touch matched their chilled hearts as I walked beneath them.

In the middle of the room the gloom grew in to a thick smog that blinded my vision, I dared to pick a candle from the wall and so wandered again into the deepening gloom. To my horror the demons managed to bring my heart to shock once more, for before me lay mutilated cadavers upon tables, the cold slabs stained with the wicked bile that flooded forth from the limp bodies, their corpses twitched and with paroxysms blood splattered from their throats and stained their faces. Intestines flowed form their bowls releasing not only a stench of disgust but also juices which flowed upon the poor persons flesh. I wandered closer to view that I could see their hearts beat, I watched each fatty organ pulse, pumping the liquid of life through great fissures in their chests, the blood was warm, dripping onto the floor, clotting to create red flowers around the slabs.

Their eyes were wide, starring into the darkness above but in fear or pain I could not tell. I heard above the groans and cries of pain, hymns in the dark tongue of the daemons, its melodic harmony enraptured me, though my mind did not understood the words my heart did and they filled me with despair, as the emotions built within me I could feel all the pain of the world swell in my heart, as it became heavy, laden as though it would burst and spill all my thoughts and passions. I could taste the bitterness of anguish and acrid taste of despair upon my tongue, I spat to relieve my person of the disgust that I have committed, the smell of pain invited my soul to frightening realms where I span in nausea as all spilt their woes upon me and I broke apart until I was only a jabbering mass. I came to think the demons knew of my presence and were trying to trap me within this dark chamber of blasphemy, I with their echoes on my heels took my leave of the room and continued to the winding halls outside.



So I left that room and all behind me, to a doorframe carved from bone leading to a balcony upon which I could see now that the sky was clamed to the silence of night, the ebony heavens shone with a pale green light of a moon who’s glow showed a cruel face that smiled from the surface of the soiled rock upon the earth below.



Here in these gardens below, only sorrow and anguish were grown. Before me lay a field of men, bound to irons, this was the field of those who tore themselves from the light. Pain is administered to punish their sins above and now they rot and fester in their own filth. Emaciated skin hung from ribs and organs spilt through wounds, their veins and slashed arteries bleed for all eternity from lesions that they themselves rent. Their moans filled the air with mournful dirges, and my heart itself felt all the pain and anger they felt inside and I too wished to join them in their ululations and despairs.

Around them grew black lilies born from the blood-clots that dripped from the victims above, the petals a nightshade so black my eyes hurt when I tried to see the most beautiful specimens of flora.

Their sent was of death, lives that had been snatched cruelly.

The field was covered with this spectacle, and they laid around an altar which ’twas a pole in crude mockery of a tree, upon its iron branches were hung bodies, with knives and implements of torture gouging their inner flesh. Like deathly leaves were these mutilated corpses hung, their legs torn in rituals of pain swung in the wind, some had their heads removed and tied to the metallic branches like macabre nests for creatures of the grave.

Danced demons feminine in shape, their pendulous breasts (which were lined like a swine's and were six in nature) swung in their ecstatic rituals of exquisite torture. They sung sweetly as they danced their ballet, like a siren's call the hypnotic cantos was soporific and beckoned me to dance my life away with them. They made this their opera of pain as their forms contorted, limbs extended into positions where those of mortal birth would snap and break, and their hands which were replaced with claws cut at the flowers and bound victims, ending their miserable existence.



Within a coven of leafless trees surrounded by a great stone circle, which upon evil runes were inscribed and lit with plenilunary rays, were sanguine orgies of an unparalleled ferocity were made. Visages of men tied to the trees, naked, bearing their shames to all and the dark gods that held governance of this place, were whipped with chains of iron that tore into soft tissue, ripping the skin and letting the blood trickle down the tail of the spine, which the sadists masked in black leather giggled with delight, dropping their whips all other thought escaping from their faculties, licked from the mass of mangled flesh. With pain the bound howled to the moon like lycanthropes, they seemed to delight in their humiliation. Course cries were the songs to which the sadists danced under the cyan glow. Weaving their bodies around one another in this bacchanalia of bloody sins, as the light shone all slowly turned to madness, those tied to the chains groaned pleasure from their bondage, growing excited as the straps burned their skin, thus I turned my attention to the fields beyond this bizarre festival.



So I looked further, onward beyond the garden, for past that place spread forth a plain, created from endless bones that stretched to the limits of my eye’s vision. There a myriad of empty sockets glared at me and with this audience I felt upon the breath of that grim meadow the echoes of death, quiet screams I could hear, men slain in battle, the sound of steel clashing upon armour of the dread, the squelch of flesh as it were rent apart by the jaws of beasts and wails as skin ‘twas burnt by foul flame. Upon this field of death were pierced into the earth poles and banners which bore sign and sigils (which I care not to discover their terrible meanings), hung like dead flesh and the macabre sails of forgotten ships lost to the kingdoms of the brine.



I saw in the distance a figure, upon a mountain of corpses standing, he was lord death. A miasma rolled over him and the cacophony of buzzing flies were the chorus to his majesty. They nestled within his armour, sucking on his rotting flesh and laying their cursed spawn in his decay. Around him crept an aura of horror upon the ether, suffocating it with foetid claws and all that expanded from the image before him was silent, not even the wind whispered.

Holding a rusty scythe, smeared with the life of untold numbers and dripping upon the cadavers below. I could hear that implement moan in my head, all the death it brought, the men it cut down, their bodies infested with horrifying diseases that boiled blood until it seeped through pores and burst upon husks of skin , eyes gorged with pus exploded from sockets. Their bodies wasted with necrotic ailments and illness.

His mortal flesh cradled within a Hessian robe, discoloured over the ageless passings of time with the gore and stains of the world. His face covered by the cowl, I saw not the expression that donned his countenance. His chest was vacant for no heart rested within, the decomposed garb revealed the flesh hanging from his ribs and I could see that inside the rotten black pestilent organ bet no more. He cared not for life for he was himself death, he sought the visceral destruction of men's passions, wishing to snatch their every desire and whim away, lusting always for the sweet kiss of that scythe to bless his doomed congregation so that they might kneel forever in his unrivalled soiled glory. He was grief, the unending fear that passions might pass from men’s heart, he was the despair men felt when all the truths of the world were laid bare before them, he was the soul stripped from the body, he was life in all its unrestrained myriads.

I descended from the tower where I viewed the evil sights spread out before me, walking through the dead gardens, listening to the fell wind that told me the darkest secrets of hatred and rage. Enough I had scripted and my mind was twisted to last reaches of sanity, no longer was my will strong enough to prevail the wickedness that dwells in this most despised of places, I could hear the secrets of the darkest kind, the daemons burned on my mind all their hate. I could feel it consuming my soul, forever the horrors I witnessed were cemented upon my eyes, I saw them everywhere where I went and wondered how no one else saw the damned bodies, the limp twisted daemons crept across my consciousness. So before I succumbed in all completeness to their insane will slipped through the forest where ‘twas built the temple to the grotesque majesty of the damned tree, where still he stood in abhorrence to all that was natural, the skins flapping like flags to some foul celebration, thus when past all the sights I sailed ho! Upon the boiling waters to where I could no longer with my own eyes perceive the might that lay here. My mind soiled forever with the memories of the accursed castle, of the abominations spawned from the human heart, in fear I trembled at the truth.