It's time I started writing down my thoughts again. It helps ground me. Ravenscar taught me that much at least...
I've heard it... In the darkness, in the light of day. I've heard those whispers in the front of my mind, clawing at my consciousness, pushing back all reasonable thought.
"I promise that you are worthless. I promise that you are nothing. Become nothing".
The void calls. The void has many faces, many voices. The cruel honest trickster, the cold, dark Mother who wishes to be reunited with her children, the Father's lesson in unmerciful torrents of abuse. Past friends who lost their lives in my calculated wake. A quagmire of black tar and sickly emptiness. She sings to me in my sleep. He calls for my head, and their laughter will not give me rest.
"We promise you eternally, a peace as deep as Agartha"
The void is real. And their promises, unsurprisingly, false. That empty place that calls and whispers with tendrils, fine and razor sharp. The seductive pull, the sedative disguised as harsh truth. Comfort in a numb sense of self loathing and despair. And beyond that void, waiting for me lies Hell itself.
I am as damned as any man can be. But I didn't get into this game just to let the other side win. I'll fill the void with all sorts of life, sew my seed in her empty womb. Kick those demons right in the bollocks when they're down, and when all is said and done? Hell will have to find another poor sod less capable than me to muck about with.