Call me not by the crescendo of chant as there will be no answer. The depths of shadows listen to the whispers of the world where a muffled shuddering whimper holds far more desire than the single note of rage. Call me not by the night as the grays blur the lines of light. For the rays of dawn cast the longest darkness across the land, true horrors of potential created by the spark of hope for a new day. Call me not by the by the sacrifice of others. It is only you who holds the payment I seek. Summon me to your world, for there is nowhere darkness can not reach to accomplish your true desires.

- An tome so old the name had been worn off the cover and yet the pages still crisp with red ink that still seemed freshly wet.

Art by   yggiiggy who designed my orca demon, amazing work and really beautiful piece.