Untitled - Prologue

"Lines are more defined in the body of work that God gave to me. Do you think these rocks will ever show signs of cracks and creases? The answer is no, because they are river rocks and there is always moisture and energy flowing around them diligently along the side of our dry earth."

He slapped his hand upon the human's wrist, and the river rock fell onto the mud. They stared at it's inanimate shape together, like a lion hunting it's prey.

"The earth has not spoken to me since Jesus took his first breath. Who are you to summon me into God's wrath? And it is wrath that God speaks his forgetfulness upon your dried out earth of decay and of death."

"This is why I have summoned you. I don't want to be a cycle of the nature God's destiny has proclaimed it is, for death it only speaks of." The human spoke with such intent for the fear of death that laid between his soul and of his flesh have now shown signs of desperation to dwell upon life eternally.

"Your God, and it is that of his purity does he seek through this human contemplative life to death he has created. A darkness in which you have sustained as mortal human beings so that he becomes pure again. This is life and it is worshipped as holy. Do you seek life eternally as it is forbidden?"

"I do."

"Then there is a cost for celebrating his creation eternally, and it is of my pleasure. It is that of the water flowing like a river upon river rocks. Blood flows such as this and it is of your life source eternally. You will be no more upon God's sun as it carries life into death. God knows you exist upon your own desire to live amongst the living and to be damned to anything holy. For he will destroy the gift he gave to you once you carry my own on this night forward."

The man took a step towards the edge of the circle. He opened his mouth but nothing came out for fear of what was to come. He took a breath of courage and said, "It is of my soul that I give to you for everlasting life is what it desires. It is of your gift that my soul rests in silence of it's eternal passion for life itself; life eternal."

"Your passion for life cannot exist if your soul is no more. Therefore I will have no use for it. It is of the souls of others you destroy to when it is of life you crave that gives me pleasure for all eternity."

The man stepped back not aware of his consequences fully. The wind grew stronger and he knew something was to be done for his gift had awaited long enough.

"Open the circle and let me give you what you and I both desire."

The man did what he was told without hesitation as it was fear that proclaimed him if he did otherwise. The wind grew silent  and tiny raindrops formed a song amongst the leaves of the forest. It was said that this was the first day the world was overthrown by a demon of darkness, never to be seen again.