The man struts down Elm Street. It’s nothing more than a skeletal tunnel of dead and gutted buildings. With practiced ease, he side-steps the potholes, the garbage, the greasy brown bones of fleshless corpses, and the blasted out chunks of asphalt and concrete that are the new flora of thisContinue Reading

The creature couldn’t remember its true name. It couldn’t remember what gender it had been born. Couldn’t remember where it had been raised, or what languages it had spoken, or whether it had ever loved or been loved. All it knew was pain. The pain of sharp rocks and unevenContinue Reading

Over the next six hundred years, the surviving Children of Azazel plant the seeds of Haethonite destruction: 100 Holy Assassins — children born and raised in disparate tribes around the region that are trained from the first moments of birth for the singular task of assassinating the Prophet.Continue Reading

The assassination of Tiberius Gracchus in Rome marks the beginning of the end of the Roman Empire. Gracchus is a powerful descendent of the Children of Azazel and his assassination marks the re-ascendency of the Haethonites. They slowly begin building their power base to once again open the pathways into this world for their DarkContinue Reading