The Tale of a Tale

The moon’s beauty and light attracts many things,  but beauty always attracts one thing, the opposite of it.  -The Rites Prologue Descending My name is Fred, Freddrick Falcifer.        The scent of the woods creep in as night approaches, I could barely feel my feet as I ran across the plain aimlessly; the horrid stench of carcasses dug its way into my nostrils as i entered in to the forest. I caught my breath calmly as I came to a halt and rested my body on a tree and ripping out my left sleeve right after. Then I searched nearby for a stick or some sort like it. It’s a forest, what else would you expect to find besides sticks and stones and…creatures of the night?    “Found one” I whispered. Darkness was upon me before I knew it. I wrapped the piece of cloth I torn out earlier on the tip of the stick and lighted it with a match.     “Bloody hell, I swear Cocytus...

A man, wounded by his past, yet he seeks not the world he had once lost. Struggling, with the voices within him, telling him what is wrong, what is right, what should and shouldn't be done, as if it was acting purely on instinct. The wretched soul cries out for salvation, nobody listens; the world is deaf to the soul. The man, not knowing himself as he should, walks the path he hath chosen, without complain, without sorrow. Happiness was but a miracle to him. He ventured forth without hesitation, hoping he would not meet the fate he had previously met. Every day was just another day, but then he saw her, a glimpse he took and could never take back, for he could not look away. She was near perfection. As he approached her, she gave him a smile, a smile that was bright enough to lift the weight of his heart, and without the realizing it, he had forgotten what it was like to be lonely. They shared a common trait, only those of the same could identify. They talked a...