Oxygen detoxifying every living creature, the blooded sky surrounding the already weaken- releasing its deadly purified gas Seaping through every air-way , the Eary nature of the inhabitants their eyes turning a pale red in colour slowly deepening, The road once paved in metallic grey -now crystals of stars fallen ,the wind so chilling, whistling crystals above the ground in a trail .Earth's greenery flourished , flourishing soil once mother nature is no more. A grave unmarked , pouring a Earyness of such evil still emits from the earths core , core itself shaking with enough force to dismantle a large mass object ."Fear is the mind of knowing what's to happen , fear is weak minded " Laid in torment for Century's beneath his once kingdom fraught with evilness - he will soon rise again .
Chapter One The air thickening more than usual sends a crying whisper of stagnant, slightly delayed harsh breathing ,plantation surrounding the once flourishing earth clambers for oxygen to sustain its form within its labyrinth Seap's to its holy grail -while across the the old Trent bridge , whispered Crys are more heard within the catacomb of the dark .Within the catacomb of darkness the sky turns red , blooded sky surrounds the already weak-releases its deadly purified gas Seaping through every Air-way nature of the once living eyes turning a pale red in colour slowly deepens , road once paved in metallic grey now lite up with crystal stars fallen, the wind so chilling sends whispering crystals above the ground in a trail "Earth's greenery once flourished, flourishing soil once mother nature no more " the trail itself winding near to an unmarked grave in the City of Rock Cemetery Seaps such an Earyness of evilness begins to shake the grounds core signaling fear,a crack so Pertruding leaves the graphite stone balancing on its thinnest edges . earthly tomb breaking as dormant air flows out seeking for pure matter . The lost name on the tombstone " Apollyon " ,The lost tyrant soon to be reborn .
Soon to Commence
Apollyon the "Beast" is a perfection of evil born 8,000 years ago in a time where no rules applied , where his time ended abruptly cast out by those who felt threatened ...now in a time that's far past his waiting time, he now rises .
In a world that has far adapted from his time he will himself adapt to his surroundings , manipulating every living plasm with intense evil that Seaps through their veins changing their structure along with it ,Moving beneath the ground slowly rising is the earths flowing blood toward's its destiny giving off pure heat . Apollyon re-creation is at hand 8,000 years of perfection reinstated to all its glory but- Stronger , faster and more mass evil .
72 hours Later
Earth's crust opens , burning pure red flames around the cast steel iron tomb that opens with a freeing wind of diminished air that has turned into dust, in the mist of it the "Beast" Rises out of his catacomb of darkness , Every step leaves a flame print leaving a trail behind .A gust of wind opens an ancient Cast iron gate surrounded by smoky fog from which stained the gate for a century and a half . The past remnant of fingerprints blows off with tints of red as in the background a burning trail burn the night as the figure of you know who walks.Upon approaching the gate, across from him he sees a shop for sustenance and proceeds to enter . once inside he asks for the meat section from the assistant "straight down the isle on your left, Apollyon " looks at him then walks . Knowing he has not eaten for century's but to sustain his hunger he grabs what meat he can , heading out of the shop he's stopped in his tracks by the owner (late fifty's , Vietnam veteran a tough guy in his day but thinks he's his former self) who Isn't happy about finding out he has a customer unwilling to pay decides to take things into his own hands unaware of his dwindling fate while pursuing this violent act of heroism .The owner "Dajan ... goes to grab The none paying customer to throw him out but he struggles to even move him just an inch , out the corner of his eye he picks up the baseball bat that was leaning against the counter side wall . With a fierce swipe of the bat he hits him on his chest , a jagged crack appears along the length of the aforementioned weapon , Silence ...then a flash of movement from Apollyon as he grabs Dajan around the choker (throat ) slowly lifting him off the ground pressuring his larynx as he gets higher off the floor . Gasps of air weakening struggling to get loose Ordan The Assistant say's out loud, "..Just take it!"with a deep glare in his eyes , forcefully throwing the owner onto the ground he walks out leaving a trail of footsteps Inprinted in the concrete ...Back at his home of hell he lays a rest eating for Sustainence ,after a few hours consuming enough meat to last he then retires to his place of rest for needed sleep. Next Morrow rising up needing clothes befitting ,retracing the Inprints in the concrete he made looking far a head with piercing eyes ...unknowingly Ordan comes out of the shop as its bin collection day and not noticing who's coming up behind 'he looks up to the sky thinking he heard a common pigeon bird Squarking ', sea of pure red mist encases above Apollyon moves up behind jeff standing there praying on him -noticing some rubbish has fallen out the bin reaching to pick it up a shadow catches the eye slowly throwing rubbish he turns a round rather shaken ,turning fully looking up those red eyes Piercing through him seeing the door still open he runs for the safety of the shop ...Locks and bolts the main and back door,he sighs a relief cut short by laughter Entwind with terror ...enhanced with more laughter more intense ,evil echoing from down-stairs near the back entrance , Laughter becoming more intensified as darkness Incaptulates its surroundings forming a Claustrophobic feeling . That feeling of someone knowing where you are,sensing your every move ...is inescapable . That...feeling... Seaps fear into his eyes drawing moisture from his Scrawny skin Heaving a scent of pure incandescent gas . His senses going frantic,constantly looking everywhere around him ..starting to mutter " w...w...what do you want... who are you ",shouted petrifiedly "said Ordan !"" Είμαι ο χειρότερος εφιάλτης σας !" ...( I am your worst nightmare) !" Having stayed up most of the night he scurries away to his make-shift bed and pulls the cover over his shaking body .6 am rolls around ....keys Jangling . lock turning
jeff "...rushes out towards the jarred door trying to force it shut !"Dajan"...what the fuck ordan ," it's me let me in !" SORRY I'VE HAD A TERRIBLE NIGHT !.", you look like shit "... clean y' self up Here y'go "Whisky ? ," no.no.no im fine ", TAKE IT ! " ...Lookin nervious..petrified to the touch he carry's on keeping his mind frantically busy while veteran eyes keep watch !.
This Earth so pitiful , a waste of humananity , wrath of my vengeance is upon them Apollyon -
Thus far nothing exceedingly evil has happened ?
On the weather it forecasted gushing rain ,Gayle force winds . Dajan " They're always saying that, they never get it right ...STUPID TWATS ! Later on that morning, the delivery turned up to stock the shelves and the driver was instructed to go round the back for offloading the goods .While remaining out back directing where to lay the groceries , ordan still traumatised, potters about lazely and unbewildering from the on-lookers outside in the yard pearing through a small but yet manageble stained glass effect window . Signing off on the deliveries Dajan returns inside not to startle him but with a soft yet hardened voice he natters " This is about that guy""No" says ordanTaking the trash out an echo arises out of the cold evening shuttering a chill of terror as ordan still in shock and scared lowers the trash bin lid down whilst looking behind him . Just a silent whisper is enough to make him scurry back inside latching locks quickly , while behind him dajan pears over him from afar slowly shaking his head - meanwhile counting today's takings ( £1000) adding the sum total to £11,500,69 pence he stacks it in his 1.5 tone vault hidden behind his beloved watercolour .Once done hanging the picture back on the wall he walks over to the till and refills with coins . 1ps ,2ps ,5ps and so forth ready for an early start tomorrow . Getting ready... phone rings - immediately answers it , " Hello " says ordan (Static) thats strange - maybe he'll try again - or i will make the call .Moments later phone rings... "Hello ? " says ordan , " ordan it's me dajan said ,can you meet me at the shop in fifteen minutes? Yes sure says ordan ,"good. I'm headed straight there now says dajan " !.
Discovering what will happen - unleashing its own destructive forces to all humans for eternity, that is inevitable... you cant denie the very fate that will lay upon you .
Chapter Two Behind the layer of fog surrounding his sanctuary that's his '' tomb'' , he lays out his wears taken from the outer side of the tomb in its own personal case entwind in deadly nightshade ( Atropa belladonna ) wrapped around finely pure silk to protect its delicate package. Unopened , a sharp pin-pointointed jaggered edged knife reveals itself alongside a goblet of solid bronze filled with the encandescent fluid of its deadly flower preserved . A photo exists between fine sheet of cloth undisturbed for centurys , " his sister ", once forgotten through the years once disowned and torn from the world she knew !. Safe keep for him - his anger and rage also He know speakes Native Mother tongue " Προδομένος από τους μέντορες που κάποτε λάτρευε , dishowned από την οικογένειά του πέταξαν έξω από τα χέρια του Allmighty για αναμφισβήτητη evillness του παραμεριστεί σαν ένα παιδί εγκαταλελειμμένο - όλα αυτά οργή , όλη αυτήν την εξουσία , την κακία ολοένα και ισχυρότερη και ισχυρότερη .. κάποτε βασανίζεται από του μέντορες που didnt συνειδητοποιήσουν τι θα γίνει με αυτό το μικρό αγόρι στο centurys να έρθει .Prodoménos apó tous méntores pou kápote látrev̱e , dishowned apó ti̱n oikogéneiá tou pétaxan éxo̱ apó ta chéria tou Allmighty gia anamfisví̱ti̱ti̱ evillness tou parameristeí san éna paidí enkataleleimméno - óla af̱tá orgí̱ , óli̱ af̱tí̱n ti̱n exousía , ti̱n kakía oloéna kai ischyróteri̱ kai ischyróteri̱ .. kápote vasanízetai apó tou méntores pou didnt syneidi̱topoií̱soun ti tha gínei me af̱tó to mikró agóri sto centurys na érthei " .(Betrayed by the mentors he once adored,dishowned by his family thrown out by the hands of the allmighty for his undoubted evillness cast aside like a child abandoned - all that rage , all that power, evilness growing ştronger and stronger .. once tormented by his mentors they didnt realize what would become of that little boy in centurys to come .
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4.55 am just outside dajans shop ,a short few yards away -police were seen cornering off the area uncovering , any evidence left behind . Inquisitive , he has to be nosy and do his little investigation of his own by weirdly questioning the police who havent got a clue -yet - they've got this old fart trying to do their job .
"Listen sir , leave us to get on with our enquiries" says the seargent " just trying to help " says Dajan " Let me - No im not gonna tell you again sir , LEAVE Seargent is called over by the detective , " on my way " - walking over dajan takes a sneaky
glaring binocular focused look at the scene before leaving." whats happened " says ordan " i dont know ' they wouldnt tell me ,called me an old fart" says dajan " hahahahaha , sorry but thats funny " says ordan Later that day . dajan , throws the trash into the old corregated steel bin as he see's blue flashing lights dimming in the expanse Displaying a phosphorescent synphony in the realm of darkness
" isn't this beautiful" say's dajan , " Yeahhh its not a bad sight at all , " replies ordan !!pottering about ready to close up ordan stands here agasped at the symphony before his eyes not realising dajan has been calling him for the last five minutes to help shut up shop - he finally here's dajan calling after he throws a piece of splintered wood at his back with just a suggestion of a finger pointing directly to the shutters" Ow that hurt " says ordan " Well , it got your attention didn't it " says dajan Come on im not standing here all night Shutters : withered : making a jarring noise so loud it defens the sound of time disabling your senses for a short period . With all the comotion , something is lurking in the shadows fueling his fire . Peering down king street from the top of the road apollyon stands dissapearing in and out of the fog . pure red eyes , burning lavar climbing through the old aged rocks rising the heat of the concrete to an unbearable ferocity - standing there with his arms open, with just a turn of his hands- the earths centre starts shaking , hairline cracks appear pertruding the concrete walls finally breaking through demolishing the road around himself with flowing lavar burning anything in its wake .earths liquid flowing , he walks on the burning lavar heading towards the old victorian building with front facing clock . Between two columns is a redwood framed two door encased with embellished carving of oakleafs in the stain glass windows , door knobs : carved ivory engraved with a single oakleaf .Upon opening both doors , the cold night air seaps in fuelling the walls with life and warmth that was once lost through time - a grand staircase with two wings leading from the centre platform , " Home " Says Apollyon .