A Christmas Story with a Demonic Twist
A Crypt Demon Cryptmas Carol
Lady Sacra stands before you. She has come for you. She has come to invite you to her Crypt. She needs your help. She stands before you, her white skin shimmers in the moonlight, she has vibrant pink eyes and long flowing white hair. She is stunning. She has called you to her realm to hear her story and help her solve a mystery. A mystery that has plagued her family.
She seeks your help and assistance. As she stands before you, she begins telling you the tale, or what she can remember of it….
She speaks…
The Cold of Winter Kisses the Land….
The Cold, the essence of the Death
It is all around.
It is found in the air, that hint of all that once was living
All that once was young
Fresh
Hopeful
Has now died,
The Darkness conceals the wounds of the light…
The Darkness conceals the sorrow and the pain
I walk the cold halls of our Crypt lighting the candles for warmth
It is cold…
I pass a door…
Inside my father remains concealed.
During this time of the year, he will not venture out..
He will not come out and forbids any form of celebration.
He forbids anyone to enter his chamber.
He will not speak why,
He does not reveal this shadow…
And I…
I cannot remember…
I remember…
I remember running…
I remember that winter we had to leave..
I remember the fear
The pain
The horror..
But I thought we were safe here?
I thought we were protected..
Why does he shun himself away?
Why does he lock himself and bind himself from comfort and connection.
My Father…
He was once full of passion..
Passion and a darkness
A darkness I remember…
It was how we got away..
It was how we survived.
I do not know what changed within him.
I do not know what caused this shift.
There is no life
There is no passion
There is no celebration.
It is all cold
It is all dead.
I hate the essence of death that sweeps through the halls. Like the entire essence of passion has left this place. I venture to the Noble Realm, during this time of the year to celebrate with them. To enjoy the festivities and the closeness. It is a time of connection and family and yet I feel none of that.
I wish I could help my father. I wish I knew why he locks himself away, why he won’t revive my other mother. I wish I knew why he has chosen isolation instead of embracing his family.
I know that deep in the darkness of the Crypt all secrets will come to light. I need you to come with me. I need you to venture into the darkness with me and embark into the deep layers. The places where the secrets are revealed. Together we are going to embark into the darkness. I will come for you and call on you when it is time. Till then I must make specific preparations. We must prepare for this journey. I will call for you when we are ready.
She slips into the shadows as the world around you fades to black. You are home…
She seeks your help and assistance. As she stands before you, she begins telling you the tale, or what she can remember of it….
She speaks…
The Cold of Winter Kisses the Land….
The Cold, the essence of the Death
It is all around.
It is found in the air, that hint of all that once was living
All that once was young
Fresh
Hopeful
Has now died,
The Darkness conceals the wounds of the light…
The Darkness conceals the sorrow and the pain
I walk the cold halls of our Crypt lighting the candles for warmth
It is cold…
I pass a door…
Inside my father remains concealed.
During this time of the year, he will not venture out..
He will not come out and forbids any form of celebration.
He forbids anyone to enter his chamber.
He will not speak why,
He does not reveal this shadow…
And I…
I cannot remember…
I remember…
I remember running…
I remember that winter we had to leave..
I remember the fear
The pain
The horror..
But I thought we were safe here?
I thought we were protected..
Why does he shun himself away?
Why does he lock himself and bind himself from comfort and connection.
My Father…
He was once full of passion..
Passion and a darkness
A darkness I remember…
It was how we got away..
It was how we survived.
I do not know what changed within him.
I do not know what caused this shift.
There is no life
There is no passion
There is no celebration.
It is all cold
It is all dead.
I hate the essence of death that sweeps through the halls. Like the entire essence of passion has left this place. I venture to the Noble Realm, during this time of the year to celebrate with them. To enjoy the festivities and the closeness. It is a time of connection and family and yet I feel none of that.
I wish I could help my father. I wish I knew why he locks himself away, why he won’t revive my other mother. I wish I knew why he has chosen isolation instead of embracing his family.
I know that deep in the darkness of the Crypt all secrets will come to light. I need you to come with me. I need you to venture into the darkness with me and embark into the deep layers. The places where the secrets are revealed. Together we are going to embark into the darkness. I will come for you and call on you when it is time. Till then I must make specific preparations. We must prepare for this journey. I will call for you when we are ready.
She slips into the shadows as the world around you fades to black. You are home…