The rain in Swathmoore Swamp is colder than normal, the skies dark and foreboding. My Nephilim wings do not lift me from the ground as easily as they once did. I feel old… older than I should, as I drag myself, wounded and tired, back to Old Oak. The massive city is my home, [...]
The Gold Mountain
Everything was frozen, like a picture, hanging in front of him as though he was watching from the outside. The truck was only a few feet from his door, waiting to feed on him, with smoke from his tires melting on the pavement, suspended between them only inches off the road.
Exile
Twisted red-gray skies swirled overhead at unnatural speeds, blocking the light of day from those on Chaos Isle. It was a land of eternal darkness where hate and filth dominated, and the light of the pure was often overpowered by the shadows of the corrupt. Nothing grew there, nothing survived for long. Even the fiends [...]
