When I was young, the sky was much more pleasant to the eye, and although the stars were rarely seen, the few times they were visible, made it worthwhile all the hours spent waiting for a glimpse. But now, I see everything in a different manner, much things have changed, all these voices inside my head, all my dreams, ALL MY LIFE, is nothing but a continuous torment, a never-ending thunderstorm. Why me? The God that I so believed in, all the time and effort, all for what? NOTHING! At least I know that my Master is using me, He does not play the angelic part, so better this way, I’ll have it my way, the church, may they burn in the deepest pit of hell, shall be sorry for their deeds.
The red colored sky was still covered with the dense cloud of dust, produced by Xenus IV, a meteor that hit the planet, 50 years ago!

“Are we any closer to the ship?” something I asked for at least a dozen times. The Gnar, rarely even glanced at me, I make him feel kind of wary, he may know something. They might be not so intelligent but they surely know the deserts they dwell. Anyway, when we arrive, I’ll have to…BOOM…what the…an explosion like none before…shit, everything rumbled, I felt my feet like falling off me, where did it…KABOOM…this time we dived behind our camels.

“Ze zand minez, zir” reported the guide shaking off some of the sand.

“By Kurokasar, are we that close to the sand mines? Why did you make me come this way? Are you trying to trap me? Ha, you will not have me, you scum lowlife creature!” Now I was pissed off, and my short sword acknowledged my point of view. But wait, if I kill the bastard I’ll be lost here…hell give me strength…I have to calm down, I shall dispose of him later. The dumb creature looked at me with those idiotic and fearful eyes, but the worst thing is that he would not try to stop me from killing him, he was too scared.

“Zukk zood, me zelp vind zip, pliz, me liv”

“Well, due to my high generosity, I will spare your pathetic life but do not try nothing funny, if you care for your soul”.

The night came again for the second day of this trip, luckily by tomorrow at midday, we’ll be there. And finally off this damned planet, we’ll see what Cerebus has to offer.

Fuck these shades, they are all scratched, I’ll have to buy new ones. I was getting used to use just the right eye anyway, I don’t have much choices. It was kind of, in a very weird way, self-pleasing to feel that the great demon himself was impressed to see my sacrifice and the way I did it. I was surprised myself, but my rage kept me strong. Sometimes I feel great pain, but the scar will remind me of the pact and who is my master now.

My mate, Lutar, the one that introduced me to Antinomy, desecrated the dagger I used for the ceremony. The ritual took place in an abandoned chapel, near my old house, burned to pieces by the bloody Avastites. The ceremonial dagger felt so cold to the touch, but the cut brought great heat and pain in my face that almost made me insane.

My parents were of noble blood, their lands flourished with plants of artificial growth, a method introduced due to the lack of sunlight. Mother was a firm believer, always following the church preaching and never missed their ceremonies, she even made father build a small chapel inside our mansion. On the other hand, father, apart from being a well-known businessman, he also was a philosopher of free thought. They sometimes clashed because of different religious opinions but their love was strong, stronger than any other force in this world, or at least this is what I was led to think when I was still a child.

Through great influence from my mother, I joined the Orthodox Church to learn the ways of the pancreator. As I always give great energy to what I do, I was learning very quickly although somehow their close mind was giving me some bad thoughts. In addition to this, my roommate, Lutar, had strange ideas of his own, like “there can be no good without evil and vice versa, so what’s evil, if not a complement to what is defined as good. So how can the Pancreater be completely good without being evil in the same time”. There had been various discussions of this sort with my only friend at the monastery, but sometimes he made me wonder on what he actually believed in. I remember him mentioning, always with great caution, the various demonic scriptures and the way they were misinterpreted.

Time passed and the day of my clerical investment was getting closer. In the meantime, without letting me know, my father was being investigated for dealings with the black arts. This was obviously not the truth, the real reason was that father gathered a great deal of money in his prosperous years, and this coincided with the great need of the church for immediate funds. They needed a great amount of cash, for a new crusade they were planning on. So without mercy, my family was condemned for something they never did, and because of the greed of the almighty church, they died horribly in the same moment that I gave my vows.
I still remember, me shouting with the rector while Lutar was holding me, “WHY? I gave up everything for God and the church! I shall have my revenge even if I have to sell my soul to Satan himself!” Grave words, said to the rector, which obviously expelled me from the monastery. Lutar, came with me and there he revealed his true nature, “Are you still ready to sell your soul for power?” was his very serious question. “YES!” I said without hesitation. I had nothing left, no home, no family, no belief, NOTHING! And there my new life started. Together with Lutar and my new powers, we entered the monastery and took the life of the rector offering his heart to our demon lords. Unfortunately, this little joke wasn’t apprecated very much, our hide out was soon found and we were raided by the Avestites, luckily I escaped. And this brings us to the present, running away to start a new life somewhere else.

My lord has given me a destination, he said, “Find the Dagger of the Lost Soul, it must be mine.” The only problem is that he just mentioned the WORLD to begin with and did not give me a proper description. “You’ll recognize it when you’ll see it”, yeah, that’s what he said. Enough with that, he’s the boss, and anyway, I don’t have any other preference.

“Zir Mezma, v are volmozt zer”, humbly said the sand dweller. That’s good news, let’s check everything again, hhm, well, the pass is very near to the original (except for the identity!), the introduction letter to the duke, yeah, probably a dolt meddling into the arts just due to boredom, anyway he could be useful. What’s his name again…oh yes, Duke Vraskar, Nubar Clan of the Decados House, we’ll see! I hope my Escatonic act will hold, most people don’t even probably know what to expect anyway. Other priests, could be a hassle, but even they could be useful, I must be very watchful and use all the subterfuge I can manage. “Trust no one, not even ME!” Lutar used to say and he was right. A great man lost to the ignorance of the masses. He shall be avenged too!

Oh, there it is, the Red Zelda, a wreck of a ship, but nonetheless, enough for my purposes. The captain, a veteran of the Venuvian war, uses the star trek for his illegal dealings, one of them is illegal immigrants.

“Here we are my friend, can you please, pick up my stuff from the camel?” the fool, enough of him, he might reveal something. ZAP…and off he goes. Quite a reliable pistol, I hope the time bomb gives the same result. The ship must really be blown up, after we arrive. The captain will be the last one to know where I came from.