CAPÍTULO 12: LA VOZ / CHAPTER 12: THE VOICE
CAPITULO 12 – LA VOZ
La voz, que parece venir de todas partes, sigue su discurso:
“La raza humana llegó demasiado lejos. Fue concebida como una raza de esclavos, dedicada a los propósitos que los dioses del cielo le designaron. Vosotros, raza infiel, habéis enfermado a la tierra, nuestra madre. A los seres de las tinieblas, que siendo miles son uno, les fue encomendada la venganza del Caos, segar todas aquellas almas que quedaran en la oscuridad, a su alcance, y de ese modo castigar sin piedad a los hombres hasta su extinción. Ya han cumplido su cometido.”
Al escuchar estas palabras siento como se para el pulso de un corazón que ya no poseo. Todos los hombres que habitaron jamás el mundo ya no son hombres, tan solo residuos de su interior más profundo. Condenados a vagar en el limbo, o vivir en los abismos infernales, pues ningún ánima incorpórea puede existir en presencia del Sol.
Erebo, elegido como némesis de la raza humana, miles de seres tenebrosos y un solo ser pensante. Un mecanismo de defensa para el planeta. Era de esperar que, al igual que para cada enfermedad existe una cura, nuestro hermoso planeta tendría la suya para el peor de los parásitos que la ha habitado.
La voz continua:
"El equilibrio debe ser recuperado, y desde el inicio de los tiempos la humanidad ha sido diseñada para habitar la Tierra."
CHAPTER 12 – THE VOICE
The voice, that seems to come
from everywhere, keeps speaking:
"Human race went too far. It was conceived as a slave race, committed to the purposes that the gods gave them. You, unloyal race, have sickened the Earth, our sister. To us (lurkers of the dark), that being thousands are one, was given the revenge of Chaos, to reap all those souls that were left in the dark, at our reach, and punish them merciless until their extinction. We have accomplished our goal."
As I hear these words, I feel the pulse, of a heart I don´t have anymore, stop. All men that inhabited the earth aren´t men anymore, only the waste left of their inner beings. Condemned to roam in between worlds, or in the depths of hell, for no unembodied soul can live under the Sun.
"Human race went too far. It was conceived as a slave race, committed to the purposes that the gods gave them. You, unloyal race, have sickened the Earth, our sister. To us (lurkers of the dark), that being thousands are one, was given the revenge of Chaos, to reap all those souls that were left in the dark, at our reach, and punish them merciless until their extinction. We have accomplished our goal."
As I hear these words, I feel the pulse, of a heart I don´t have anymore, stop. All men that inhabited the earth aren´t men anymore, only the waste left of their inner beings. Condemned to roam in between worlds, or in the depths of hell, for no unembodied soul can live under the Sun.
Erebo, chosen as the Nemesis
for the human race, thousands of dark beings and one thinking individual at the
same time. A defense mechanism for the planet. It´s only logic to think that if
each illness has a cure, our beautiful planet would have its own for the worst
parasite ever.
The voice went on:
"Balance must be restored, and since the beginning of time Man has being designed to inhabit the Earth."
The voice went on:
"Balance must be restored, and since the beginning of time Man has being designed to inhabit the Earth."
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