"The Darkness is not a joke. Not something that mother's use to scare their children into submission. Not a trivial discussion topic that means nothing. Not something you could blow away in the wind and expect an answer. Not something you could hate or love. Not something you could birth or kill. Not something you could nurture or abandon. It is it, and it is It."
The man walked through the rain, tired and worn-out from traveling so far. He had gone weeks without food but continued to push forward. His unknown resolve and his withering state only put on a show for the world to see. As he neared the lights of torches he had seen from miles away, he came upon a sign."Welcome to Bovinia"
it read in screwish, black berry juice.
Nodding silently to himself, the man continued to walk on the path. His footsteps made no sound on the ground. His breathing was silent. The only sound that could be heard for miles was the slow tap-tap of the drizzle of rain as it fell to the ground. The man soon came upon large area of growing plants. Corn, pumpkin, and many other varieties of food were soaking up the water as he walked on. He looked ahead of him and saw the distinct figures of people and the houses of which they resided. He reached the edge of the town just as the sun embraced the sky and the clouds moved on.
He moved past the hungry peasants, who looked at him with awe and begged him for food. He ignored their request and grabbed an axe lying on the floor. The man walked out toward a nearby patch of Oak's. He began to cut down the trees around him with amazing strength. The tree's groaned and thudded to the ground in mere seconds. He took his time picking up shards of usable wood from the dead giants. Moving silently, the man went back to the center of the town and built a small stand from which he stood on. A group of peasants and guards crowded near the stand and stared at him."Who are you...?"
asked one of the guards.
Looking down upon the guard, the man spoke: "I am Sin, and the world is slowly dying."
It was silent for a few seconds, and then everyone except for the guard and the man began to laugh. Their giggling bodies flopped on the floor like fish gasping for oxygen-rich water. They groped for something to grab onto as their laughter brought them to their knees. "What a funny man... his jokes are better than the jester's!"
cried one peasant as she rolled on the ground. Sighing deeply, the man went completely still and his eyes glazed over. As all the laughter stopped, everyone pondered why he wasn't moving. They tried moving him, talking to him, and taking his axe. None of it awakened him. The day passed and night came. The man still stood there.
The next morning, the man awoke from his comatose state and looked around. The priest walked from the church, humming hymns. He looked up to see the man looking about. Smiling, the priest asked: "Who are you, stranger?"
The man looked down at the priest and quietly replied "I am Sin, and the world is slowly dying."
The priest glared at the man, squinting his eyes. "How DARE you curse the name of the lord by saying that!?"
exploded the holy man. "God has taken care of us! The world is perfectly fine! And what kind of name is sin? Only a sinful man such as yourself would dare call himself Sin."
Sighing deeply again, the man went still and his eyes glazed over once more. The priest, still angry, continued to rant for a few more minutes before walking back to his church in a huff.
The third morning of that week, the man came back to himself to see people whispering and walking quickly around. He looked up as the town crier walked out of the castle and began screaming: "THE KING IS ILL! THE KING IS ILL!"
and weeping as he did it. The town crier noticed the man and screamed: "WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THAT WOODEN STAND? DID YOU KNOW THAT THE KING IS SICK? HE IS SICK! HE IS SICK!"
Staring at the town crier sadly, the man said "I am Sin, and the world is slowly dying."
The town crier continued to cry for a few moments, staring at the man, then walked towards another group of peasants, crying: "THE KING IS ILL! THE KILL IS ILL!”
Inhaling sharply, the man stood still again and his eyes glazed over. The day continued with more weeping and sorrow. The king slept in his bed and refused to eat or drink anything, his sleep being plagued with nightmares and feverish delusions.
On the fourth day, the man awaked to the sound of screaming. As he gazed about, he saw the bodies of hundreds upon hundreds of animals. All the plants were dead and the food rotten. Even the grass was yellower than the moat surrounding the castle. As the screaming died down, a trumpet blew. The king, surrounded by his knights and archers, walked up to the man standing on his wooden structure. "What is the meaning of this, stranger!? ARE YOU THE CAUSE OF THIS!?
" growled the feverish king. "WHO ARE YOU!?"
..."I am Sin, and the world is slowly dying."
whispered the man with the hint of a smile. "FIEND"
screamed the King. "IF YOU DO NOT TELL ME THE CAUSE OF THIS, I WILL PUT YOU IN MY DUNGEON AND TORTURE YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAMNED LIFE".
The king ranted and raged. Ignoring him, the man slowly fell back into his quiet posture, his eyes glazing over once more until his eyes were white. Eventually, the king and his men left, leaving the man to continue to stand on his stand.
The fifth morning of his coming, the man recovered his vision to find himself staring into Hell. Everything was on fire except for him and his stand. The sky was filled with the grey of the smoke. All the structures around him were becoming food for the growing chemical reaction. The man turned to witness green-skinned beings devouring peasants. The king and his men were being swarmed with demons as they fought to keep the priest alive. As he watched, a hole opened up and spewed lava, thick and hot, covering the castle and its inhabitants. The people left alive continued to fight the zombies and try and save their houses. As they ran past him, he murmured: "I am Sin, and the world is slowly dying."
They pleaded for him to save them, to stop this. Sighing deeply, he let the darkness take him into unconsciousness.
Upon the 6th morning, he woke to find that it was raining once more. All the fire had died down and now he was surrounded by the floated, charred bodies of the peasants and demons. He gazed at the remnants of the castle only to discover a darkly-robed being walking through the remains. Speaking loudly, the man said "I am Sin, and the world is slowly dy-"
before being cut off. "I HEARD YOU BEFORE, DAMNIT! CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME IN PEACE?! I ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH SOULS TO COLLECT WITHOUT YOU COMING TO WITNESS IT! CAN'T YOU JUST GO DIG A HOLE AND LEAVE ME IN PEACE!?"
screamed the being. The man stood there, his face holding no emotion. The being continued to screech at the man for a few minutes until he went back to sifting through the rubble. Sighing deeply, the man slowly stepped off the mound that was his podium and began to walk away. The rain poured and poured hard as he walked past the destruction. He walked on for a few hours, through the night and forest, the rain never ceasing.
When the moon kissed the sun good morning and fell off the sky on the seventh day, the man reached the edge of the forest. He saw more torch lights and he could hear the sound of laughter. As he walked toward the torches and the laughter, he came upon a sign."Welcome to Cowmulot!"
it said, apparently written in blood.
Suddenly, a men dressed in dark-blue and red came up to him, dancing about and singing gibberish. "Who are you, stranger? Why are your robes burnt and wet? You smell. You smell really bad. And you’re so skinny. Who are you, stranger?"
he said over and over. Sighing deeply, the man stopped walking and faced the entertainer."I am Sin, and the world is slowly dying."