Realm III: Illuminated Death K. A. M'Lady Rated: The Iron Maiden Length: Scroll Price: $4.99 ISBN: 1-60180-058-4
In the Other World, they say there is no rest for the wayward and wicked. From the iniquitous of the Shadow Lands, the depraved and wandering vagabonds come like thieves in the night to graze amidst the poor, plighted man--his woes an abundant bounty for the evil and the damned.
They say that sinners cast long shadows amidst the feeble human masses. From the Darkness they bemoan the good their coming journey, begrudge the living, defame the Light. They say that from the shadows, tainted disciples can be seen like some great beacon, condemned souls a black illumination like corporeal ghosts with rotting flesh.
But have you ever wondered where the vile stain of repentant sins go when those worth saving see the Light? Can the condemned be forgiven? Or does Darkness rule their life?
My name is Rihker Tennai--In the Other World they say that to understand death you must first come to know the dying, feel the ease of a soul’s surrender--walk a mile through their strife. Then, once you reach the Darkness--pray. Pray that in the end you cross over into the Light.
Lucky for me, my Darkness glows eternal…
Suffering is Darkness' Pleasure and Pain its Shadow Slave
In the Other World there is a dark burning hole in the corridor of life; a realm between the Light and the Darkness empty of hope, breath, and the possibility of being. A plane so obscure; so filled with the refuse of the oppressed, that to truly hear the screams and sufferings of those who wander you must bend beyond understanding to feel the pulse of a monster’s fears.
But have you ever wondered what happens when those weary souls go searching -- Seeking retribution millenniums old and thrice repaid? Who becomes their soul’s great captor? Who is the collector of their flesh and pain?
My name is Rihker Tennai -- in the Other World sometimes it takes a monster to know a monster -- and a half-breed to skirt the distance and the Darkness in Shadow Land between.
In Glen Hills, sometimes, even the monsters are afraid of the Darkness
Some creatures are born into an existence where the lines of life and death, right and wrong are experienced only in shades of black and white. Existences where life is as easy as a mother's love or a father's warm embrace. They live in relative safety behind their familiar walls with the warmth and comfort of hearth and home on some clean streen in a rural community. Where love is always present. And the violence of crime and man's depravity can't touch them. A place where evil and all the dark creatures that go bump in the night are just fairy tales told on stormy evenings to frighten young children in their dreams.
But have you ever wondered what happens when the lines bleed and the creatures bump back? Ever wondered who is there in the dead of night when the monster in the closet is real and he's come with a hunger? Worried that he knows your name?
My name is Rihker Tennai. In the Other World they call me Justice - and this is my Realm.