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- Jun 24, 2009 | 7:23 PM EDT
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- 3.5 MB
- 2 min 31 sec
- 3.73 / 5.00
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(The following is a story behind this piece. I wrote this incomplete short story a few months ago. I wanted to invoke an idea. ... Most stories have to do with a prodigal chosen by the forces of light to destroy darkness. ... but, what if an innocent was touched by darkness, chosen to vanquish the forces of light, and spread darkness. From it, I decided to put together an ambient piece which invokes the emotional/horrific intensity behind the story. Please know that despite my openly sharing with you, please respect the originality and copy right of the story to be mine. ... Enjoy.)
You are suddenly awakened to a feeling of aloofness, lying on a long, stone table, gazing out into space. You sit up, and realize that the marble platform that you are on is floating in the middle of space. You walk to the edge of this platform, and gaze downward. A furious red star is blazing beneath you, yet the heat does not incinerate you. There is something ethereally dark about the mass beneath you. Something evil.
You can hear voices echo within your mind. ... You cannot tell what they are saying, and you are cast in fear and unknowing of where you are,... but something about the voices are compelling you to turn around.
You gaze onward to realize that there is a bridge connecting the platform to a structure: a sinister black fortress, shaped as a temple or a cathedral,... floating above the star, as if in close orbit. You enter this place, to notice a large main hall, with candellebras lit, and terrible black creatures hiding behind each pillar. They stir with devilish bickering upon your entrance. ... There is one such creature, standing regally, donned in a dark, purple-shaded robe, on the far end of the hall, gazing upon you with red glowing eyes. You approach him, and he grins, speaking in an inquisitive, yet raspy voice.
"Greetings, Minion. We have been waiting for you!"
You are not familiar with the name Minion. As a matter of fact, you cannot remember your original name either. You are struck with a mass of confusion about your very existence, realizing that you no longer hold any memories of your past. ... The creature, sensing your confusion by means of telepathy, smirks lightly.
"Ahh. ... I sense you are coming to terms with your... rebirth. I can hear your thoughts echo within your very core. 'Who am I?' ... 'Why am I here?' ... These questions shall be answered in due time."
As he speaks, you notice the small horns on his forehead, and the small, but sharp-looking fangs on his grin. Before you are compelled to ask, he replies...
"I am Mindosian, the chosen soverign of the Greater Path. I have taken it upon myself, in the power of Darklight, to extend a welcome into our... established religion!"
You blink your eyes. "Religion?" ... you finally are able to speak.
"... and what is... Darklight?"
The question prompts the creature Mindosian to approach slowly, ... "Darklight is the hallowed name of our betrothed star. It shines bright with cosmic energy. It beckons those of developed minds, and aged souls who can use and serve its dark powers. This temple was built to harness its unparalleled powers."
The creature stops, and looks about the temple, looking upon the other creatures which are dwelling behind each column accordingly. He smirks. "We are all children of Darklight. Our energies are bound to its life-force. We serve the will of its consciousness. Those who refuse the powers of Darklight resist us blindly. ... Our purpose as the Greater Path is to spread the influence of our dark master, and to vanquish those who stand in the way of its light."
"Vanquish?" ... you question.
"... You have been taken from an population of few, based on your psionic abilities. Powers you have not yet realized. ... ... We have removed all memory as to assure your conversion into the Greater Path is absolute, and without resistance. ... Darklight has chosen you as its prodigal. Its prophet."
He approaches, and places his dark, clawed hand upon your shoulder, and whispers
"Welcome, Minion... to your eternal home!"