[Suzerain of Sheol]

Well, I have stuff I can share, I'm just not entirely happy with it. I don't want to put it up on the forums, either, for the above reasons, so email would be better, especially with formatting.

But, I'll have to just tell you about the trilogy since no work has been done for it. Besides one tiny, minor little scene that likely won't even make it in. But I can put *that* here right now, I suppose.

Night, and the City. Fear, and a hundred-thousand fires. The scent of abandon rises on arid air. The Earth is quiet. The stars hold no regard. A pulse ponders through the moments between moments, a living quiver-and-sigh. The life-breath of humanity, drawn in, let loose.

Witness the dirt on their swords. Witness months forsaken, offered without intention or direction. Witness mouths of filthy teeth, chattering blasphemies where prayers would do no good. They spit the language of blood, for each word is a murder and forgiveness is forgotten.

The Screamer is the master of the Temple. With words in the dialect of ash, he binds them all to the glamor of his hope.

“I have seen what you have feared!
I have listened in the dark when all others could only cower in their homes!
Hear me, and heed me, for I know what comes upon us.
Ruin! Ruin, they bear in the dust of their wake, and slaughter rides before them!
But we are not alone, dear friends!
For I have raised my voice to Heaven far above, and I have plead at the door of every mansion of paradise!
We are not alone, and we are not to know fright!
I have seen the gates lift high. I have seen the banners unfurled. I have seen the mustering of the angels of the LORD, and I know, before the dawn, that I shall have seen salvation.”

This is the testament. This shall be the affirmation, for affirmation is needed once again. Like winds battering the mountain, like the ocean's war with the world, they come. They beg for agony, they burn with the significance of apocalypse.

They shall not set foot within the City. They shall not prove the Screamer wrong.

They shall not be suffered to bring suffering to the children of my children.

Behold this. Seize upon this revelation, this utter truth, and let it burst within you, an empyrosis of my will. You are my wrath, this night, Gavri'el. You are my answer.

Here is the scythe of the LORD.

Yours is the hour, my son.