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6/27/2018

Episode 7: Knee Deep In The Dead - Part 4

Year of the Ram – Second Entry

        My lord, Monster, was powerless to stop Ghast. As the undead abomination took to the skies, my lord was forced to endure the pain of his recently opened wounds. Venomous anger only further aided the pain his body suffered, and with it, a sense of hopelessness took root in his otherwise confident heart. My lord had no allies at this time, nor did he prior to his banishment. I often question if my lord has ever known the comfort of having friends, much less simply someone to rely on. Perhaps if fate had been kinder to him, he would not have despaired as he unwittingly summoned such evil into the world. But despite the quarrel that raged in his heart and mind, my lord was in fact not completely alone. Inevitably, my lord would come to learn that he was being observed during the moments when he unleashed his imprisoned half-brother. My lord has revealed this to me as well so that I may record his tale chronologically. As my lord raged over his failures and the fear of his inevitable demise at the hand of such a loathsome creature as Ghast, Wraith, the ghost Primeran who had escorted my lord to Earth, was watching him from a distance.
         My lord has asked me explicitly to never speak ill of Wraith so long as I continue to document his rise to power. I have never met Wraith, but based on what my lord has told me prior to his discovery of Ghast, I would have believed Wraith to be a manipulative scoundrel with selfish intent, but why he has yet to reveal to me why I should never picture him so negatively continues to remain a mystery to me. I, like many other Primerans, have not had many encounters with those of the Ghost Clan. They are, for the most part, a mystery to commoners such as myself. Some say that elder Primerans know more about them, but either refrain from enlightening others out of fear or simple ignorance. The only Primerans that may have some clue as to the origins of the Ghost's existence would be those that were alive during the time they began to appear over five hundred years ago. Only the eldest of Primarins might remember... Including the Black Hearts. Seeing that my lord has begun to speak of one such as Ghast, he may permit me to write about such things soon.
           Wraith would eventually appear before my lord and attempt to connect with him. My lord, of course, had no desire to listen to Wraith, as he failed to aid him in his fight with Animal. Though it is true that Wraith brought him to Earth to reclaim his birthright, Wraith had no obligation to help him at all. Again, my lord chooses to not reveal to me certain things. This I speak of is his battle with Animal. How Animal defeated my lord remains a mystery to me, and the fact that he pleaded to Wraith for assistance is, again, a secret. I wish to assist my lord in documenting his travels, but he refrains from revealing such important information. I wonder if he has yet to acknowledge my sincerity and devotion...
            Regardless, Wraith approached my lord and belittled him for his apparent lack of foresight. He replied that there was no way he could have possibly known that the creature that lay asleep in the crystalline structure was an apprentice to a Black Heart. My lord retaliated by interrogating if Wraith had just arrived or if he was standing aside and refusing to help for a second time. Wraith was hesitant to respond, but admitted that he arrived the moment that Ghast was set free, stating that he would have had no chance to deter my lord from his course of action had he arrived prior to his mistake. My lord has told me that Wraith was willing to offer his assistance by healing his wounds. Not surprisingly, my lord rejected Wraith's assistance and asked why he would even think of doing such a thing, considering the circumstances of their prior conflict. Wraith went on to explain that he has a history with Ghast and that it would not be tactically beneficial for my lord to rush in and face him head on, as seeing him might provoke Ghast further. Again, my lord asked why he should accept Wraith's assistance. He replied that my lord would have a much better chance of success of surprising Ghast and attacking him while his guard was down. My lord recalled how Ghast said that he would be sparred, seeing as how they shared the same father. My lord agreed to allow Wraith to use his strange magic in order to heal his wounds, but added that even if he managed to surprise Ghast and deal a decisive blow, it would only be temporary. For he explained that Animal was the only thing currently on Earth with a chance to defeat Ghast, and spare all of their lives.
With his strength restored, my lord took flight and contemplated Wraith's intentions. Wraith failed to help him in his battle against Animal, who by all means should not have been a match for him. My lord considered the possibility that Wraith was nurturing Animal in an attempt to make him stronger for some unknown purpose. But Wraith should know what kind of power he is attempting to control. Again, I must admit that not understanding what exactly allowed Animal to defeat my lord is making this quite a challenge to convey. It is my hope that all will be revealed to me soon, for my lord must have some faith in me to divulge such secrets to me so far.
            My lord flew towards a human burial site where Ghast could be seen battling Animal, who was losing the fight, as Ghast simply dominated him with a golden power that allowed him to manipulate Animal's body at will. Ghast dealt a devastating blow by impaling Animal with a scythe-like weapon and leaving him to dangle upon its blade like a flag atop a mast on a windless day. Believing that Animal was indeed the key to defeating Ghast, my lord raced toward the battle, the lumen animus trailing from his frame as he shot through the sky like a red comet. He exhaled a wave a dragon's fire that blanketed the battlefield, but was unsuccessful in harming Ghast, who used a bizarre green cloud to redirect the flames as they appeared to pass through him. My lord was prepared to face his blasphemous brother. Oh, how I cannot wait to hear what my lord tells me next!


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