Disclaimer: For an original story, based from Dungeons and Dragons, I feel
this is slightly necessary. I do own the book entitled Necronomicon, but I
do not own any of the aspects in which the deranged creator has used when
he wrote it. By ownership of the book, I am in reference to the fact I have
a copy of it.
Author's note: As stated, I do own a copy of the Black Book of the Earth, but it means absolutely nothing to me. Due to the usage of magic, the foreign tongue of Arabic makes wonderful spell incantations. I use the book solely for this purpose, as the daemon that supposedly possessed Abdul Alhazred is Satan. My religion holds no belief in a Satanic god of any sort, and my insane idealizations are from my mind alone. To be clear, all violence portrayed in this story is nearly unable to happen, and I myself am a complete pacifist with a twisted mind. This book is used for the incantations alone, and more ideas for this story will come with the purchase of The Vile Book of Darkness, which I have reserved as a Dungeons and Dragons supplement. I reiterate once more, I am not Satanic, merely morbid and twisted. Thank you.
Introduction
Several millennia ago, a child was birthed with the power to, essentially, crush the planet in his palm. This child was born during the Solstice of Winter, the darkest night of the year. As the darkest hour passed, and he pushed his way out of his mother's womb, this boy killed his parents without realizing it. Being brought up an orphan, never learning to talk, all he knew was that he seemed to destroy everything wherever he went. It was not until his temporary destruction did his reign of involuntary and unexplained terror cease. A separate child, coincidentally born during the Solstice of Summer, the brightest day of the year, rose up at his adolescence to challenge the evil which never understood itself and defeated it. Some century after that, the child was reborn on the Winter Solstice, and the grown child that had been born under sunlight never reached the newborn in time to destroy it. By this time, the boy had once again been born as an orphan, and had reached maturity. His age was only fifteen, and he was finally beginning to understand what he was reborn for as his past life rushed back to him. His life had been spent trying to understand the world, and though speech still escaped him for the most part, he successful knew what he was meant to do. His silence went unnoticed as any who questioned him died a sudden death, the murderer never to be found. The child, his family name Summerwind, knew he had to seek out the reborn evil and destroy it. As opposed to the last encounter, he was prepared to a minor extent for an evil which finally understood itself. It seemed odd that he would be doing as he had always seen in fictional stories, but he was destined to try and save the world.
Author's note: As stated, I do own a copy of the Black Book of the Earth, but it means absolutely nothing to me. Due to the usage of magic, the foreign tongue of Arabic makes wonderful spell incantations. I use the book solely for this purpose, as the daemon that supposedly possessed Abdul Alhazred is Satan. My religion holds no belief in a Satanic god of any sort, and my insane idealizations are from my mind alone. To be clear, all violence portrayed in this story is nearly unable to happen, and I myself am a complete pacifist with a twisted mind. This book is used for the incantations alone, and more ideas for this story will come with the purchase of The Vile Book of Darkness, which I have reserved as a Dungeons and Dragons supplement. I reiterate once more, I am not Satanic, merely morbid and twisted. Thank you.
Introduction
Several millennia ago, a child was birthed with the power to, essentially, crush the planet in his palm. This child was born during the Solstice of Winter, the darkest night of the year. As the darkest hour passed, and he pushed his way out of his mother's womb, this boy killed his parents without realizing it. Being brought up an orphan, never learning to talk, all he knew was that he seemed to destroy everything wherever he went. It was not until his temporary destruction did his reign of involuntary and unexplained terror cease. A separate child, coincidentally born during the Solstice of Summer, the brightest day of the year, rose up at his adolescence to challenge the evil which never understood itself and defeated it. Some century after that, the child was reborn on the Winter Solstice, and the grown child that had been born under sunlight never reached the newborn in time to destroy it. By this time, the boy had once again been born as an orphan, and had reached maturity. His age was only fifteen, and he was finally beginning to understand what he was reborn for as his past life rushed back to him. His life had been spent trying to understand the world, and though speech still escaped him for the most part, he successful knew what he was meant to do. His silence went unnoticed as any who questioned him died a sudden death, the murderer never to be found. The child, his family name Summerwind, knew he had to seek out the reborn evil and destroy it. As opposed to the last encounter, he was prepared to a minor extent for an evil which finally understood itself. It seemed odd that he would be doing as he had always seen in fictional stories, but he was destined to try and save the world.