Upon a remote mountaintop.... posted 4/19/2007 7:35:00 PM | 2 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: gothic, horror, epic fantasy, medievel

DarkKnightWalking

All is quiet, not even the sounds of birds nor animals to mark the silence...
A large rock suddenly breaks away from the mountainside as if pushed by an unseen force, bouncing and tossing as it breaks the stillness...the ground begins to shift and vibrate like an earthquake, yet the surrounding mountains lie still.

Only this one seems to twist and writhe from some inner pressure...a few lone trees shift and twist from the force, whipping their branches about. Small fissures appear upon the rocky terrain, small at first, yet growing as if the entire top was being squeezed by the hands of a Deity. A red glow grows from within the cracks, growing in intensity as if a volcano was about to erupt, yet there are none for hundreds of miles...as the ground cracks and glows still more the trees now fall with a crash, uprooted from their bases. Now does a small sound begin, growing with intensity every moment till it is clear it is a bestial roar, muffled by tons of stone indeed, but still does it grow louder...indicating that whatever makes such a noise draws nearer to the surface...

Now does the entire mountaintop glow a hellish red, yet devoid of heat as lava would be. The roar grows to a crescendo...then falls silent once more...
SUDDENLY a gigantic boulder atop the surface explodes with a boom, showering the hillside with stone shards and revealing the mailed fist which struck it with such incredible power from beneath...it reaches towards the sky which quickly clouds with angry stormclouds and rain down lightning directly into it, yet it seems unaffected.

A second hand joins the first as it begins to claw forth at the rock, revealing a humanoid figure wrapped in a black cloak that obscures any further identification as it pulls itself free of the stones. Lightning lashes down anew, striking the figure full on, yet no damage is seen. It rather looks as if it is empowering the dark one still more. Slowly it stands, face hidden by a large hood but as it does so, two reddish eyes the color of Hell itself glow forth with vigor. A booming Wicked laugh begins to sound forth from the depths of the hood, growing until it reaches across the lands all around. Animals and people who hear it cower in the safety of their dens and homes, shaking with fright...

Then the figure falls silent again, slowly sliding itself down upon a boulder as if to rest at last from such powerful exertions, indeed....then it speaks in a low deep Male voice, filled with wickedness, pleasure, and pain...

I live...
There was one that thought they could bury me and use me at their will...
Thought they could mold and shape me to their liking...
Thought they could change me within and without...
Thought they could turn me on and off like a switch to use my physical strengths for their erotic pleasures alone and at their whims...
Then did they simply cast me aside in a stony grave when I would not...
Alone, entombed within a dark hole, buried under tons of rock...no comforts, no companionships...alone in the blackness...
Silly girl....she forgot that I walk in shadows and embrace the darkness...
And that my patience has limits...
And so, once again, I live...and will heal....then shall the quest begin anew, seeking, seeking one who seeks one such as I...
I have indeed returned yet again, seeking the Quest...

He collapses forward onto the ground to rest and heal...

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