Disclaimer: Yeah, I wish Raziel and Co. were mine and that Nosgoth was really my personal playground.
Prologue
Crossroads lie before him,
Shadows blind his sight.
The choice is his, and the horror,
Which to doom, which to make right.
The man dreams. In his dreams, he sees hands-rough hands with thick skin, ungentle and unforgiving.The hands reach out to him seize him and bear him away.
The man dreams. In his dreams, he sees hands-fiery hot and red and orange and yellow with a heart of almost black. They burn, relentless and consuming, destroying all he ever knew and loved that was now corrupted, defiled by an ancient evil.
The man dreams. In his dreams, he sees hands-one wrapped aroung a staff, the otehr raised as if in gentle benediction, and he thinks he has found his salvation.
The man dreams. In his dreams, he sees hands-cloven and alien. They reach out to him, beseeching, and he wonders what they ask.
The man dreams, and in his dreams, he understands. He understands.
Author's notes:
1. Yeah... I am in need of a beta. Please do contact me if you're interested
2. This is going to be a multi-part fic. The prologue is written in a different style from the rest of the fic.