WSKlass

The first volume of the Dark Athyx series tells the story of the creation…
An ancient being is awakened when a vile god discovers a relic and steals it to empower himself. Armageddon is nothing compared to the destruction and horrors of the ancient being known as the Forgotten One…
He is the lord of madness and harbinger of horror. Gods fear him. The horrors of the Void spawn the birth of Athyx and its pantheon. Myth becomes reality, and reality becomes madness. The madness calls to the Forgotten One. Gods fall and heroes are made. Diversity between good and evil becomes necessary for the survival of the gods and their creations. This newfound diversity creates the topsoil for the Forgotten One to plant his seeds of madness. The Marble of Godly Doom is all that stands in the way of the Forgotten One and stops him from assimilating the last of the known gods and their newly forged seed of life.

Diversity is Madness

Viscus and Armco walked the layers of the newly forged Hell. Fires raged. Volcanos erupted. The ground quaked. The sky as lit not by a sun, but by massive fireballs that appeared out of thin-air and streaked across the sky until they struck an object and exploded.


"I wanted to keep a lot of the original features in honor of the former ruler." Armco said playfully.


"I am uncertain. I only know that my fate would have been certain if not for a certain elf here who managed to pray to me. How would that be possible if our planes are separate from the those outside the seed of life?" Armco asked.


"During creation, there are no planes until they are formed. Mortals seem to have the power to breach the protective veil as long as whatever they are praying for does not exist here." Viscus answered.


"So there is a way for madness to find us?" Armco said more than he asked.


"It would seem so," Viscus said in realization. "Thank you for your tour and hospitality, Armco. For those souls that come here and are deemed too evil, cast them into the abyss below. If any survive that layer, they will find me in Oblivion where they will meet their final end." Viscus said before teleporting away.


"I kind of like that one! That means I will be watching my back when he is around." Armco laughed.


Odin took his time to form a monumental temple in his own honor for mortals to find and pay homage to in the far northlands where only the strongest could survive without magic. The barbarian tribes of the north seemed to pay homage to mere animal totems currently. Odin hoped to change that soon enough. He teleported to a neutral plane. The astral plane was a layer just before the forbidden layer of the Void. Odin erected a firmament and upon that firmament he erected and massive temple with a small monument statue of every god currently within the pantheon. Odin was pleased with his work. He left the Temple of the Council and returned to the world of Athyx where he began forming his temporary godly realm.


CHAPTER NINETEEN