Episode II: The Litteratur Av Trolldom
As I was waiting for my death day, I was quietly singing my little eerie song. “As the sun goes down. The moon grow bright. I hear my music box. Playing a song of plight. As I torture the fools. Who have done misdeeds. I whisper to the sinners, and wish them Anti-Godspeed.” Anti-Godspeed is something I had coined for the poem. When the song ended, I silently creped to the mess and snuck some bread. “So…” Evitor said quite smugly.
“You’re a little thief, now aren’t you?”
“N- n- no…I was just staving for anything I could get my palms on…and-”
“NO EXCUSES!” Evitor interrupted as he pulled his scythe.
“Punishment shall be enforced…” He knocked down the glass music box from my clutches and it fell with a clash with the marble-like flooring. It broke into shards as Evitor mocked me with his evil laughter. I could feel a tear from my eye. He has disintegrated the only thing I had in this world. I was filled with hatred and revenge.
Trying to repair the music box from the rubble, I spotted a black book, I held it in my hands and tried to interpret the image on its cover. Oddly, it was some sort of black magic spell book. But I wondered why such an item was inside, Instead of asking my father, I continued to my room. I attempted to open the golden lock with a pin, struggling to open the bugger only made it worse. So I decided to leave it alone and chew on my loaf of bread instead. As I nibbled on the loaf, with my hatred growing stronger, the lock illuminated a black aura. I was puzzled until the aura shaped into an ancient key. It bunched up together in an orgy of dark matter until it dropped to the Earth, motionless. I picked up the key, and as I was gripping it, it felt like an actual key. I opened the lock and flipped the page open. The ancient pages had spells, filled with information. I was quite intrigued by this. At that point it hit me. I could use this literature to my advantage. I could get my revenge. I smiled evilly at this thought. To think, a 13 year old boy who never gotten a break in his life, who was the runt of the litter, the diabolical one, would get his key to destroy those who oppose him. He would never have to work so vigilantly again. I was overwhelmed with glee, and decided to make my first target Exitor. I quickly devised my dark scheme and chose my favorite type of witchcraft in my Black Bible, the one I would use to murder my entire family, Shadow Deceive.
As I was waiting for my death day, I was quietly singing my little eerie song. “As the sun goes down. The moon grow bright. I hear my music box. Playing a song of plight. As I torture the fools. Who have done misdeeds. I whisper to the sinners, and wish them Anti-Godspeed.” Anti-Godspeed is something I had coined for the poem. When the song ended, I silently creped to the mess and snuck some bread. “So…” Evitor said quite smugly.
“You’re a little thief, now aren’t you?”
“N- n- no…I was just staving for anything I could get my palms on…and-”
“NO EXCUSES!” Evitor interrupted as he pulled his scythe.
“Punishment shall be enforced…” He knocked down the glass music box from my clutches and it fell with a clash with the marble-like flooring. It broke into shards as Evitor mocked me with his evil laughter. I could feel a tear from my eye. He has disintegrated the only thing I had in this world. I was filled with hatred and revenge.
Trying to repair the music box from the rubble, I spotted a black book, I held it in my hands and tried to interpret the image on its cover. Oddly, it was some sort of black magic spell book. But I wondered why such an item was inside, Instead of asking my father, I continued to my room. I attempted to open the golden lock with a pin, struggling to open the bugger only made it worse. So I decided to leave it alone and chew on my loaf of bread instead. As I nibbled on the loaf, with my hatred growing stronger, the lock illuminated a black aura. I was puzzled until the aura shaped into an ancient key. It bunched up together in an orgy of dark matter until it dropped to the Earth, motionless. I picked up the key, and as I was gripping it, it felt like an actual key. I opened the lock and flipped the page open. The ancient pages had spells, filled with information. I was quite intrigued by this. At that point it hit me. I could use this literature to my advantage. I could get my revenge. I smiled evilly at this thought. To think, a 13 year old boy who never gotten a break in his life, who was the runt of the litter, the diabolical one, would get his key to destroy those who oppose him. He would never have to work so vigilantly again. I was overwhelmed with glee, and decided to make my first target Exitor. I quickly devised my dark scheme and chose my favorite type of witchcraft in my Black Bible, the one I would use to murder my entire family, Shadow Deceive.
