Douglas W Carter
Soul eater will rise
Loneliness on a monumental scale that envelopes who or whatever it crosses paths with. To the tune of
hateful screams of vengeance and rotten horrific memories, is all that is felt once ventured into it's black soulless heart. Wanting every morsel of good and just to vanish from existence is the ultimate goal of one who seeks death. Without size, shape, or visual appearance, it looms in every shadow awaiting the rebirth of fear and chaos. It has no known name to identify who or what it may be, it does not introduce itself like those with souls would do. It is known that within any universe, reality or dimension good and evil lives. One like brothers cannot be without the other, nor can one claim to hold volume over another. Within and without realms the brothers inhabit the others world, as if testing the others reign and presence. Never confronting the other as we would know it, the two merely straddle the razors edge awaiting the fall of the other. One spawning hate, rage, death and despair, the other creates life, love, respect and unity. It would be well beyond eons, millennium, or centuries that a story would come to light proving the others undeniable existence. A being of remarkable intelligence, unmatched courage and unending nerve. He would expose the brothers, their pettiness, desire, unending bickering. It is he and his rise to power that would topple those that would cry omnipotence.
He would make them take notice, no longer turning a blind eye, no longer ignoring the rats scurrying
beneath the brothers feet. They would be confronted, they would be challenged, more than that they would find themselves DEFEATED. This would be his legacy, and his story would pass the lips of those from every corner of the universe. From the ignorant and weak, to the powerful unbeaten warlords they would all bare witness to the one that would be destined to devour or nurture the future.
His name in time would be known to false gods, his battles would be legend even to death himself.
For as I speak HE grows stronger, from my lips I to know the name of unequaled power. His name would crack the skies, tear a hole in time and reality, his name would be known forever as The Soul eater. Let he who dare challenge fall to his glory, let those with ignorance as their god be torn to sunder.
For this is the time of fact and not myth, so it is for the era of the Soul eater to begin.
Chapter 1- A time of stories
In a land rich with cattle sits an Indian boy warming himself by the light of a freshly lit fire. The boy is
young about the age of ten, he sits awaiting stories from one who has seen generations die off. His grandfather both wise in mind and worn from battles past sits across from his wide eyed grandson. Stories are told to the young one's now and then, to instill the traditions and pride of Indian warriors from the past. This evening a story would be told not to remember days of old, but to tell of a being that is thought to still exist. His stories through the ages were filled with examples of his greatness, confronting the old gods and murdering one that stood in his way. Devouring hordes of evil that had escaped the confines of the dark abyss, battling a shadow dragon that can tear a hole in time and space and live. The stories told by father to son, father to son were epic and larger than life, but one truth that was never omitted was that the being itself was always believed to still exist. Where it had gone after the great battle was a complete mystery, had it and the shadow dragon tore a hole in time and exited to other realms? Did he find a quiet corner of the universe and lay low, or simply stay far away from society because of the lives he took? We may never actually know the details since it was many ages ago, but we must wonder if evil in some form returns, will he emerge again to vanquish it?
Grandfather what stories of battle will you tell me this night? Stories of Chief Morning dog and his victory of the outlanders, or the night the great warrior Talis confronted those beyond the stars?
No my grandson tonight will not be stories of great battles by our ancestors, tonight you will be told of the ultimate battle against evil trying to envelope the universe. The story of a being feared and respected, both loved and hated. It is his story of sad and happy times, events that if not dealt with would not allow us to sit telling stories. You will hear the story that I told your father, a story that all men told for many generations. It is the story of the Soul eater. Long ago, long before the birth of many planets a mortal man would grow and become a paid killer for evil men. The mortal man would murder hundreds of people, with no concern of their right to exist. As the years passed he would move up in status, gaining respect and fear from those around him. It wasn't until he was asked to take the life of his grandfather that everything fell apart. Strangely after refusing to comply there was no actions taken
in punishment of his disobedience. This did not sit well with the mortal man, in fact he traveled to the residence of those in charge and demanded to know what was going on. In a darkly lit room seven figure heads glared right through the man, but without a word spoken. Finally one man rose and spoke
of something that sent chills through the mortal mans veins. It was revealed that they took the life of the mortal mans grandfather and grandmother, the grandmother was murdered in response to his refusal. Enraged the mortal man drew his sword and cut down the man standing, as the others glared on without a reaction. The mortal man advanced toward the remaining figures to dispatch them as well,
when from nowhere a long gold spear exited the mortal mans chest. A look of dismay and shock washed over the mortal mans face, as a second spear erupts through his stomach. As the mortal man dropped to his knees, the remaining figures hidden in the shadows stood. What was spoken in that darkly lit room would remain in the mortal mans heart and soul, even in death.
I believe I speak for the remaining members when I say, your services are no longer needed. You may serve better in the abyss, but that is highly unlikely.
With that a large black ax found it's way deep into the back of the mortal mans head, quickly ending
his life as a paid killer and his life in general. Most will never know what happens at the moment your life is ended, many speculate but no single person can say for sure. There exists a place that all beings
find themselves if they travel the path of evil, a place that no matter who you are or what race of being you are, you will eventually go to. That place is the Abyss and it is steeped in myth, stories and mystery. That place is somewhere that the mortal man is about to know first hand and in a hurry. As the blood quickly flows from the mortal mans body, his eyes loose sight of the things around him. A sight both disturbing and horrific begin to take shape, visions of seas of blood and tortured souls mass in the trillions. Almost every inch of the Abyss is littered with terrifying images far to insane to handle, but with his new arrival into it's depths those images will permanently be etched into the his very being.
Some tortured souls are being melted as if made of ice, they melt away and then as quickly as they disappear they emerge once again. Groups of about a few thousand souls are treated to never ending images of what their family would look like if murdered repeatedly over and over. More than can be counted are seen dropped onto a pit of razor sharp rocks that simply tear the flesh from the bone. If the rocks don't tear the unfortunate to shreds, the marrow suckers will. Creatures that are completely blind, but have the unique ability to smell the marrow within the bone. Like a vulture picking apart a corpse,
so to do the marrow suckers pick bones clean. The mortal man stands with his back to the wall, mouth hanging open in disbelief. A creature known as the phantom voice greets the mortal man, apparently just about everywhere has a welcoming wagon.
Another soul has entered our realm....what do you think of our little community?