Where do the dead belong in the world of the living if the living are already supposed to be dead? The year is 3137 A.D. Near peace has been established between the human and demons for nearly a millennium. However, that peace is deeply disturbed when the dead come back to the world of the living to judge those deemed sinful. In return, opening old wounds the world had chosen to forget.

Mystic Dark

I hear the sound of broken glass crunching underneath soft skin. An uncomforting heat danced over me, cooking my decaying body as it drew closer. I turned my head to see IT. 


A monumental being cast in shadow that stalked over the charred remains of my friends. IT’S body caused blood from the others it had killed to boil, flake, and harden. It was drenched in crimson, tall in stature, and seemed to produce a wickedly violent invisible aura. 


I looked to see it’s face and saw the face of a man. It was normal with well-proportioned features. He face was set in a cold grimace of unreasoning distaste. His sheer movement felt unnatural, unreal,..... misplaced. 


It was until I looked it’s eyes when truly understood what I was looking at. The light in its eyes was nonexistent. It looked human, but there was nothing human about it. If it had been human, it’s humanity had been scraped out. 


What stood before me was nothing more than an empty shell. A husk void of nearly all emotion. What I was staring at.... was a monster.


Monumental (???)