Terror Flame






During the early times of our world, the spirits of fire roamed throughout our young empty universe. It was their youth in their true forms in which all we see around us, all we feel around us exists. Through their fellowships, battles, despair, creativity and ingenious, the world we are now seeing was born. But like everything else, there had to be one, one creator. The one divine being that bore the rest, it called itself Terror Flame!


Long before the creation of all, before the birth of sprits of fire, long before any feeling couldo ve possibly been felt; there was the one who roamed an eternal abyss. Terror flame moved endlessly in nothing blind, deaf numb and speechless. This deity had no senses for there was nothing. Yet this being had knowledge of all, though there was nothing. It spoke to itself through its consciousness, for there was no medium for sound to travel in, and discussed all possibilities. For in a world of nothing, all was a possibility. Terror Flame spoke to itself so frequently, that within its mind an endless number of voices began to sprout. They discussed light, liquids, solids and all forms of energy and matter and how none of it all existedo ¦
There was nothing for Terror Flame to do; there was nothing for it to doo ¦ And driven mad by its obsession of creation, it began to shred itself into pieces. It could feel no pain, no emptiness; its first true feeling was madness. But through that the world was borno ¦


As Terror Flame ripped itself apart, limb from limb, new things began to come about. The rays of the rainbow leaked from its body like rivers of blood. The deityo s flesh became stone and steel and all the minerals we know of and have yet to discover. Ito s heart bursted into photons, creating all forms energy, and its mindo ¦ its all knowing consciousness was split into the Spirits of Fireo ¦


And soo ¦ Terror Flames spawn knows it as o fathero and will endlessly seek himo ¦ For they feel his Terror inside all that is living, including themselveso ¦o ¦