Moonscape: The First of the Corrupt

For Moonscape by: LaFea NiDraco

Written by: Eddy Hess

Alone, he marched from the horizon towards the enemy. His opposition laughed and scoffed at the sight of one man against their legion, "What is this?" they joked amongst themselves. Then the air grew still. For many minutes after the army's laughter faded the silence once again grew uncomfortably thick. The Generals stared at each other with a new look in their eyes: uncertainty. A few more minutes passed and the man lifted his sword and pointed it at the men and with a swift drop of his blade he commanded the wind itself to howl the very sounds of the lowest depths of hell with a force that rendered even the toughest among them to tears and stupefied confusion. Men all around fled for their lives and some cried out for their mothers while others dropped to their knees and begged their gods for mercy in puddles of their own urine. This wasn't a man, this was death incarnate coming to collect and they owed.

Some of the men resisted themselves and returned to their place, fighting their instincts and ignoring the painful chills that tore up their spines. They steeled themselves to face this entity whether he be man or god. They watched as his's lips visibly curled into a devilish grin. A moment later his mouth opened far wider than what is natural and a sonorous laughter, evil and mighty, silenced the howls by comparison and the remaining few fell dead in terror where they once stood in defiance. These men were overcome but because of their bravery, their eternal souls were spared the horrors of Tartarus.