By Albert E. Beesler IV

What is this I'm feeling stirring within my soul, the whispers that's hidden in the wind when it blows, the empty shadows in the corner of my sight, He's been watching me and so I whispered..."who are you?".


I can hear him you know, raking the floor with his clawed feet as if counting the hours, days and years of his imprisonment, the rattling of chains
clanging against his struggle having his back against the abyssal alter, his ever-watching, burning, crimson eyes stares back at me when I stare at his ebony form,
large Obsidian wings gently *****, it appears to be the only portion of his body that's not restricted of movement.

"Why have you returned?" His voice echoed in my mind. This isn't my first time visiting him, after all he's been locked up on and off for 21 years now but who is he...what is he?

This ebon figure reaches out to me with his gnarled hand, his fingers looks as sharp as knives only to be shocked by a protective sphere around him....no...a barrier is more of the
right word for it... I stood staring at him curiously not saying a word.


His lips formed a malicious smile, his teeth were surprisingly white though sharp as razors and shaped like sharks teeth. As I continue to observe him his conduct towards
me is as if he knew something that I don't, his crimson eyes screams of the anger he carries, his voice resonate with hate as he spoke once more.


"It's only a matter of time before I break out...but then you'll send me right back here when the rampage has ended...when are we ending this charade?"
Still facing the ground while he looks up at me waiting for my response which I replied "Who are you....what are you?" Though I asked he did not answer because he didn't need
to as he raised his head and without a doubt the thing I've been talking to was none other than me.