[Story] Lord of Shadows
His Sonic screech broke a bridge to the other level of reality. Through the African Coast, across the Apex lineal perspective uniting the sides of the worlds. In his world Africa is King. In the other God is.
There can be no fellowship between Africa and the sin that infests God's world. There shall be no congenial linkage or patient acceptance. Such things are cloaked in an ever increasing darkness by those who cannot accept those things for those who can. One world cast in an enveloping shadow of a rectangle of black.
The Mergence began then in showers of feathers. On the African side all the great birds let out their actual feathers, on the side of God's creation feathers hone from shards of glass that was sometimes alive matched the image of the blessings of the Birds.
Through the cosmic portal swirling between both universes, the Lord of Shadows sonic screeched again. Many tongues on the Earth spoke in fear of hIm, as a pillar erupted between the worlds. Many disasters began: the losses of fortunes, the breaking of perspectives. The Great Turtle maintained the link, as a vast transference of experience began.
“YOU MOCK ME?! DON'T HEAR IT NOW, WILD OUT NETHER DOWN BOIL OUT WELL. OH WELL, HOCK ME AND DOCK ME, GIIV IT UP, AIN'T NO THANG BUT A WHIRL-YOU-UP, SINNA I'M YO SKINNA, KISS MY ASS IN A SWIRL OF BLACK GLASS, OH THAT'S THE TRICK, WICKED WHITE NINES AND SICK LITTLE SIX
BURN IT UP, HELL DAMN FIGHTER, I'M THE DAMN LIGHTER, FIREMAN COME TO DAM KINGDOM FUN. BITCH DIDN'T HEAR A WORD, AS YOU TRIED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY WORLD. OH DAMN YOU'RE DAMNED, SIN OF THE LINE MISSES MY NAM-IN', FILL IT WITH PAINT, BLACK IT WITH GRAVE, A PHANTOM OF YOUR PAIN DEMANDS AS IT WILL NEVER BE NAMED”
Across the surrounding Black bellows filled the instruments of machinery to begin playing the rap. In a micro instant a top level evil spirit flew from the earth with a killing aneurysm. The Black bent, turning towards the universe embodied in the form of the Earth. Unfilled constructs in the surrounding space which the evil of the world had been unable to build was swept into dust as the Black approached still further.
The World was uncooperative, and would be made cooperative. Fearless while spreading fear, Blackburn spread across the threads of social justice, wokeness and political correctness. Blackburn's young master looked on, cast in the sun of his dog.
The Red Vision of the dog gained in clarity, turning the tangles of wokeness to attach to the scythes of the threshers. The Dog commanded the Horrorterrors, an aspect of one of their Lords of the Hyghest Ring. Worldwing spread from the Earth to establish connection with the birds of Africa.
Deathwane bloomed, shrieking as it metamorphosized into existence by the crushing of the expanse of the grave. Dark members of Satan's followers ran as it was ground up as if by steel, being converted into a sewer system upon which the Black went across, the vehicles of the ensuing construction coming across.
A squirming grub, grim grey and astronomically gigantic, flung into the atmosphere of the other side of the Black, surrounded by yellow girders and caution tape. A fissure erupt from the surface like a gooey, silent volcano, and birds landed to suck it up. In the wake of the Black another sky formed, below the Earth somewhere underground. Fifth Dimensional entities screeched downwards, and into the 5th Dimension the next stage of the plan began.
A shriek of pain came in the direction of the suit of armor stomping back to the beginning of time as evil spirits ran from it. No longer feeling secure in the plan of evil, they were gobbled by the strangemaws of fifth dimensional entities and the rest surviving dived into the Earth to seek protection from destruction, driving wokeness and many other things with their power.
The Lord of Shadows approached as a normal man. He looked down into the ground as if it wasn't there, at the blue green orb of the Earth. He clambered the shell that would hold back the strains of evil being brewed by the evil spirits, which would become food for the Underbeasts. The Night Eternal approached as shrieking evils sent forth their worms on the spirit ground of the Earth, trying not to look at his son. He walked away as corporations spoke more urgently into the minds of humans, weaving a faltering narrative coming more and more to acknowledgement of what lay outside.
