The Ultimate Evil | Twelve Against the Gods

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Where does a Sword or a Dagger will in itself to go? 

A sickening pathos of the sway. 

Two books seem, at first, to loom overhead—then stand diametrically at odds. Were Alexander the Great’s murderous rampages, or more to the point, Achilles in hindsight, not still vile—perhaps even Satanic? How does history morph and weave its tapestry when one becomes a hero in their own eyes, within their own lifetime---a stirs told and perhaps one believed?

Perhaps one who had been duped by the devil before birth believed that a pact with Satan, a contract signed in blood, would bring about a true end? Perhaps they thought, in some strange way, they would rise like a flaming star above the coven? How fate—and more specifically, a particular type of energy—seems to cluster around certain Plebeians, who might be Kings or even gods.

The Ultimate Evil

Twelve Against the Gods

The 12 occluded---

Characters who seem divine, gifted—eclipsing all human achievement in imagination?

The Ultimate Evil---

Those who heed that pernicious little voice, and in their madness, or malignantly inverted ontology, embark on an adventure—joining a murderous black mass in procession?

So many reach out and dream, like children. And though fate seems to smile on some, these same souls are often plagued by a lesser version of themselves—a version they can scarcely bear to contain.

Then, from the night, one voice calls: “Then follow me now!"

Perhaps it is this twisted flutter of a gesture that contaminates their very life-soil—so that only weeds grow henceforth? Or perhaps every weed then that grows is too precious for mere mortals to beholden---even lesser events still bear gold? Ah the fates---really?

Unarguably something is watching---an entity there in wait behind the veil of reason---occulted beyond that liminal boundary?

A fine line exists between insanity and adventure. True, both begin as irresponsible, impulsive, ephemeral phantoms. In both types of a kind the fever may in the start begin seemingly the same. Is it truly a stoic virtue that saves them from hellish immolation? ---And only in the finality of the story, held loosely in verisimilitude, does truly reach any completion?