Abraxas

[Abraxas]

"...Unveil the hidden coffin
Lift the lid of terror
Feel the deadly cold
Freeze you from inside

Perceiving your intentions
To slay the phantom form
Raise the stake in malice
You cannot plunge it down..."

Pain was of constant pleasure to Abraxas. Either his own or that of his victims. It made no difference. No guilt, no remorse. He had been relieved of these human frailties long ago. How long... That was of little importance now, as he made his way through this new space. Awakened, even in this dark corner of his retreat. The smell of blood and fear were too intoxicating for him to remain idle.

Another cycle of grief and destruction was at hand. The ultimate goal... revenge.

Revenge upon creation itself.

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