Malus LunaeIn the dark of night when cool breezes waft softly through the trees, lightly swaying their branches; and the full moon sheds its pale, ghostly light down upon the world, warping familiar objects into pale, yet distinct echoes; it is this time, in this alien light that ghastly creatures wander. Daemons rage, and ghouls howl. Atrocious rituals are performed, and all the powers of Darkness are unleashed. On one such night, when the full moon hung watchful in the sky and the world seemed paused in timelessness; the haunting stillness of the forest was broken by the sound of footsteps on the dry underbrush. A line of men walked steadiMalus Lunae
The DarknessThe dark mist crept silently through the forest, leaving in its wake a thick carpet of grey fog that encircled the dark woods and reached up to entwine the very moonlight shining through the trees, smothering the pure light with obscurity and creating instead a feeble, eerie semblance of light. It was an unnatural light that made the shadows grow and churn with the appearance of life. Damien walked slowly through the trees, glancing behind him occasionally to assure himself that he was alone. He had a strange feeling, as though the trees were watching him. He shivered and walked on through the growing mist to his favorite clearing. It was a sThe Darkness
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