Gods first Punishment
A tale almost as old as time, recorded by those who came before. Those who suffered of the ignorance, caused by their forefathers. Those... who lost.
Summary
A prophecy that came true, or maybe just a legend. Scrambled facts, bits and pieces, withered away and shuffeled by a thousand of tongues daring enough to keep the tale alive by sheer sound. Ink to paper, carving lines of pitch darkness, pouring an image of mind into those who dare to read on. Not of importance which you, daring reader, might encounter do have one thing in common: a story of loss.
It is said that those of the earliest of true generations were faulty. Beings made unpure. Disrespectful. Unworthy. And so the one who may claim everyone, me and you included, at some point, came to collect the broken. 'Tis said the might of a single finger was enough to cleanse Cathrea whole, leaving the crater of Cavligor as proof of their might. We call it: The Print of Death.
It is said that those of the earliest of true generations were faulty. Beings made unpure. Disrespectful. Unworthy. And so the one who may claim everyone, me and you included, at some point, came to collect the broken. 'Tis said the might of a single finger was enough to cleanse Cathrea whole, leaving the crater of Cavligor as proof of their might. We call it: The Print of Death.
In Literature
A many gifted hands have made attempt at bringing the first punishment to paper. Though 'tis said that not one is bringing justice to the event. How could they? A mere mortal may not even begin to conceptualize the greatness of the reapers might.
One hands ink tells tale of a skeleton reaching into the mortal realm to claim all man. Another of a smokey cloud to overwhelm the land, while another, well let's not talk about that one.
In Art
A face to stare death and fear into the eyes of those who disobey.
Souls leaving their hosts, returning to their rightful owner, at the sight of the god towering over them.
A wave of screams blowing across the world, a never ending cycle that is hung upon all the living on that fateful day.
Many attempts. All close... yet so far off. Instilling fear into those brave enough to look.
Those who attempt at revealing the truth be aware, as death... is always watching.
Souls leaving their hosts, returning to their rightful owner, at the sight of the god towering over them.
A wave of screams blowing across the world, a never ending cycle that is hung upon all the living on that fateful day.
Many attempts. All close... yet so far off. Instilling fear into those brave enough to look.
Those who attempt at revealing the truth be aware, as death... is always watching.
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Date of First Recording
~500 AAP
Date of Setting
1 AAP
Telling / Prose
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