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

Na-Dene awoke buried beneath the rubble. She teleported out of the rubble to see that she was on the world of Dark Athyx. The godly realm of the Keeper of Secrets was gone. She did not sense it when she tried to teleport back to speak with the patron.


"He is dead," Na-Dene realized. "What did I miss?" Na-Dene looked around. She felt as though she was being watched but could not pinpoint the location of who or whatever it was. Her power had grown. She felt different. She knew not to teleport back to Athyx. She remained on Dark Athyx and teleported to palace where vampires resided. They tended to the wounds of the vampire god known only as the Master.


"May I stay a while?" Na-Dene asked the demigod even though he was a weaker rank than she. She could have easily snuffed him out of existence.


"By all means," the Master replied. Na-Dene sat beside the Master. She reached over and touched him, healing his wounds instantly.


"Say nothing!" Na-Dene instructed. The Master just eyed her curiously. Na-Dene sat and stared at nothing.


Insanium watched Na-Dene from the fourth dimension. The head of Kronos was already regenerating. Insanium could not instantly heal Kronos in his current state of power or else he would have. The gods of Athyx had suffered great losses and would not be able to recover before Insanium could plant his seed of madness. Insanium looked to one of his writhing tentacles that rested upon the severed head of Kronos.


                "They thought that they had beaten you. Return to me now!" Insanium called to Kronos. His body parts had been scattered across the planes. Kronos would be restored but it would take several days. The head regenerated and came to life.


"Thank you master," Kronos said reluctantly.


"They think this battle has ended. Show them it has not. I will go to their world now and enact First Contact among the mortals as should you." Insanium instructed.


"Do you not fear that my power will grow faster than yours?" Kronos asked tauntingly.


"You forget that I am just an avatar and that no matter how powerful you become here, I will always be more powerful than any of your kind or our enemies. Taunt me again and I will personally come here and destroy you painfully." Insanium threatened. "It will soon be time to introduce ourselves to the mortals." Their nature was chaos and their existence was to spread chaos. Their intent was to assimilate with madness.


EPILOGUE