The First Entry

 The First Entry of the Dark Lord's journey with many more to come. It is told from the Dark Lord's perspective, and thus subject to only what is seen through their muses. Please Enjoy.

I know not who I write this for, obligation perhaps too strong a term, there are none who will inherit these entries.

It is a feeling, odd perhaps, a term I feel no attachment to - yet it is accurate. I struggle – struggle to put into words what I am. The blackened slate walls of the Obelisk are old, yet my unconscious feels older.

Is this what consciousness is? It touches upon my mind, seeping into the crevices like slopping mud. With each dripping pool, my mind seems to shake and morph. Morphing into what seems to be the bowl of a filling mind.

There are flashes, sometimes, of things I can only describe as memories. They, however, are not familiar. My memories are only of my existence: my Dark Lordship, and the necrotic beings that spawn in my wake. I do not remember their beginning, nor my own. I have always been, and so have they.

This unknowing makes hesitations upon my decadence. I have decided to know, to understand. I will seek knowing and find it. Perhaps then I will fill this bowl completely and drink.

But where to start? I shall seek counsel with wiser creatures. Wisdom, however, is a distant search. All there is here is pain, darkness, and the dim omen of the Obelisk.

I will travel alone. The Host will continue to expand beyond its touch, and to those within its reach – as it has always done. A drive to expand, one of my own, was all encompassing until this unknowing.

There is a universe far from here, one wreck in decay, there I will find the planet Vros, and perhaps the clues I seek. It is a dark world full of buildings that cast longer shadows than it can hold. In its bowels I will peer into the minds of those touched by the influence. They will break.

This is my being, my mission now. Seek Vros. Find the clues. Fill my unknowing.

Axiom wills.