Towering before you,
Silence consumes.
It eats and destroys gods as well as mortals.
Swarm of locusts,
Plagues of sand,
Consume this arid land!

Plague,
An invasion of death,
Swept across the land.
Darkened, blackened flame,
Consumes your life,
And returns you to the darkness.
Blackness,
Eclipsed consciousness,
That hazy moment when you’ve just woken.
It’s amplified now,
Screams surround all,
And two deep, demonic voices are laughing,
An ancient civilization,
Eclipsed in death,
Forever silenced…

Misshapen landmass,
Covered in moss and blood.
Angels’ screams echo in the night,
Endlessly as the demons enjoy their carnage.
Repeatedly revived,
Just to die.
Shaken consciousness and blood-stained wings are all the angels claim now.
The duo steal, trash, and rummage,
Eliminating all Holy reminders.
Tainting the holy,
Darkness claims all who accept.
Angels with demonic intentions are created,
And slay their brethren.
The demons watch their puppets with glee,
Then tighten their strings.
Manikins dance now,
Cleared minds,
And jaded souls.

As the sun rises on a new day,
The two demons plot our demise.
It is a demonic sunrise…
As the light brightens,
The shadow demon only grows stronger.
His partner in crime,
A maniacal fire demon,
Pauses his narration.
Their story has begun;
This is the Epitaph of Darkness Flame.
Fractions,
Slight slivers of light,
Danced around their bodies.
A snake of black flame began dancing,
Twisting and convulsing,
A maddening circle toward the sun.

The shadow demon’s ashen eyes pierced the sun. His friend, Kain, raised a thin, crimson eyebrow. He’d watched his friend do this many times. He’d watch the sun rise ever since they’d been freed. Errtu, the shadow demon, never lost his sight while doing this. For some reason, it only made him stronger. Kain presumed that the other, slightly older demon was feeding off the sun’s energy.
“Errtu, it’s time,” the Russian fire demon’s deep timbre reminded him.
Thick, black hair with neon-blue steaks clouded Kain’s vision for a moment. “Don’t you feel it, Kain?” The ancient demon’s British accent was a low, curious purr…
“Hmm?” Kain kept an eyebrow raised. “Feel what?”
“The heat,” Errtu murmured. “That infinite heat…”
Kain laughed. His deep, uproarious laughter was music to the other demon’s ears. “Errtu, I am that heat,” he said.
“I know, I know,” Errtu said. “Which town or city are we going to next?”
“Somewhere arid,” Kain said. “Perhaps a city in Africa?”
“Sounds good,” Errtu said. Kain was surprised. The other had been extremely cooperative as of late. “We need some variety.”