He appeared in a pitch-black void. Beings of cosmic scale fought before his eyes. They fought and fought. Fought against the unending swarm. An endless multitude of amorphous flesh. Morphed into tentacles, morphed into worms, morphed into bubbles, morphed into flesh, flesh and flesh. These beings came from the deep, from the depths of the cosmos, from the chambers of the chaos. They plucked out planets, They plucked out stars, They plucked out galaxies. They were...

The Nine Monarchs Beyond The Veil

A woman walked in through a dimly lit corridor within an undyed mansion. Bright flashes of crimson light squeezed amid the shutters on the side from time to time, beaconing the entire hallway in a hue of shaded carmine. Encased paintings were hung on the side of the walls, depicting the sceneries of lush landscapes and wildlife, which were not at all present upon this repudiated precinct. 


A form of solace? Or the record of a memento of what it could have been? Had it not been for the war amongst the two monumental empires, decreeing this region as their velodrome of conquest? 


The woman stopped in her tracks, for she saw a maid standing in the middle of the corridor. Walking up behind the maid, she tapped on her shoulders. The maid abruptly turned around in distress, almost spilling all the items in the silver tray she was holding onto. 


“Mi.s….s...Hertha?” the maid stumbled upon her words. “Need any...thing?” 


Beloved Husband.