THE VISITOR FROM THE DEPTHS OF DARKNESS.
It is the Victorian era on earth,year 1863.In a remote English village,south Wales.A strange tale has always been passed down for generations among the common folk.Every total solar eclipse,a towering humanoid shadow,clothed in a black cloak and adorned with a shining crown, can be seen atop the local volcano.Many people took it as a foolish story to scare the kids to sleep, but one teenage kid, offourteen years,James Wood became really intrigued. On the sixth of June that very same year.The next total eclipse occurs.The kid,whose name is James Turner climbs up the Mountain and sets up camp there, in wait of the unknown.Slowly, by every passing minute,the sun and moon align.Darkness begins to encroach the land.From the farthest highlands to the encroachment of the mountain, the darkness sweeps over like a raging fog.James waits for ten minutes but nothing happens.Just as he is thinking of leaving, the very surrounding suddenly feels bizarre. He feels strange;as if he has been warped to a weird dimension.One where the very laws of time, space and matter do not apply.Even the bodily form that his spirit was currently inhabiting;he could tell,it was no longer composed of matter.The total darkness around him strangely felt sentient, as if it were a slumbering entity totally undisturbed by the passage of time. Mortal fear found it's way intoJames' soul.Where he was,he could no longer tell."Who are you? "Behind him,suddenly materialized a man,wearing a long hooded garment whose colour no man could describe. James could not see any face behind that hood.The longer he tried to scrutinize that faceless man,the more he felt like he was being swallowed up by an unfathomable emptiness. From that feeling and all the evidence around him,he came to a horrifiying conclusion.Whatever was in front of him right now was no human being.The entity emanated an aura of antiquity and solitude. With a strange staff gilded with odd patterns in hand, it seemed capable of perceiving the ancient mysteries of the cosmos." A mortal?First time seeing one in eons."Curious but cautious, James asked,"who are you sir?""I am Yab-Ihma,you can also call me the Untellable Darkness,the creator of the origin dimension of darkness. Every universe governed by the laws of light and darkness is overlapped by this realm from whence I rule the night."The stars were right, hence the gods began to manifest in the homeworld of mortals.James was beyond lucky to have met this multiversal embodiment of darkness. Otherwise being lost forever in a realm of nether beyond time would be a really terrifying thing to experience.Somehow, James new;his destiny would never remain the same again.His arrival in this strange dimension and exposure to the presence of a god had transformed him into a being whom not even death could overcome.Yab-Ihma described the transformation as becoming an avatar of darkness. For surely as long as darkness remained to be eternal, James would never die.He would live to witness and tell of the progress and strife of humanity, watch over humanity in the dark times and be a comforting hand to all who wail and suffer in the darkness.Tales would be told of how strange miracles happened when all hope had been lost,yet the man responsible for these miracles would bear the curse of immortality all alone.
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