Not many times have I been found wanting, when asked to write words but hesitate did I, when ordered to write a foreword for a book which personifies evil in all its darkness, a book which will be etched on human skin by Hellfire and bound in mortal flesh weathered by the burning pits of Hell…a book of darkness…Blood Lust, the book of the DemonKnight!
Even as I write that name I can’t help but shudder as a shiver runs through my spine and I feel as if I have been touched by the cold hand of Death herself. Such is the fear He awakens in me…even today after all these years…
Yes. Long ago did I once meet Him upon a barren hill as He looked down on a plain strewn with the lifeless corpses of a million, slain by His undying rage and contempt for those miserable mortals who dared to stand in His path…
Why did He not slay me? I do not know, but all I know is that I was never the same after that fateful meeting with a being who was the epitome of the very evil that was cast down eons ago…
Adorned in the finest of armors forged in the fiery pits of Hell stained with dried blood, seated on Cerberus with His Unholy sword, the butcher’s cleaver He calls BloodLust, He was a sight to behold…it was a sight not many, be it mortal men or angels have had a chance to remember but I did…I was spared to remember…and have had nightmares every single night since then…
Once whilst languishing in the presence of a thousand succubi after a long fought battle with the Creator’s forces, He thought of having his battles and wars written for all His disciples to read and be inspired and for all His foes to read and run wild with fear…
Thusly was I called upon to pen down words He spoketh to me…why was I chosen?
Maybe because I foolishly took pride once, in calling myself a poet and a writer…why did I agree to write? What choice did I have?
Bound by a chain of thorns my soul was burning over Hellfire.
yes indeed…
what choice did I have but to write?
Read on foolish ones about the saga of the Immortal Warrior,
The DemonKnight!