Darkness never truly disappears. One may think they can cleanse themselves of their past, of their sins, but in reality they only fool themselves. Like a mask, they can hide the pain and wrongdoings, claiming to see the light and error of their ways. But it doesn’t mean that any of that will go away. All of it still remains, if just buried deep within. Buried deep so far that they think no one can ever find it and bring it back up to the surface, not even one’s own self. It may even be possible to try and bury it elsewhere, to distance the user from fault but it matters not. Darkness will always reign in the end, and they will be swallowed up in despair.
“Come on, what you afraid?”
“I…I ain't afraid. I just think we could have made more of a killing back at that brothel.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what you’d be thinking about with all them women flaunting about, huh? Shaddap and keep looking.”
The two amatuer graverobbers searched high and low with naught but a hanging lamp, shovels and two large empty sacks as they hiked through the cemetery. They were con-artists that had been ran out of the nearby village because they attempted and failed to rob a guard off duty, which alarmed his comrades into chasing the two far into the bog. They had arrived earlier at a brothel and despite the more skittish one’s request, they merely lingered there long enough to gather the supplies from the storage room and head off to search for valuables from those that certainly did not need it any longer. The fog made their situation all the more difficult, barely seeing anything right in front of them.
Every now and then, the more serious robber would stumble across an ancient headstone or mausoleum and they would unearth bodies only to find disappoint. Bones and cobwebs greeted their hard work each time, infuriating them before they moved on. It was getting into the witching hour and yet they saw no success in their venture. “I told you we should have hung around the brothel. We’d probably would have gotten lucky with some poor sap’s gold pouch or something”, the second man whined, only to be replied to with his partner’s backhand. “I done told ya to shaddap about that damn whorehouse.” His face was red with anger and the annoyance from the other was only feeding the fire. Shining the light onto an unfilled grave, he lowered the lamp down into the hole, illumining the darkness away to reveal nothing inside. “Meh, it's probably for the next poor bastard.”
A twig snapping nearby caught both men’s attention and in a haste, he swung the lamp around towards the sound’s direction only to accidentally use too much force and released it. It shattered against the cold earth and the embers of the flame remained, though they were dying out quickly. “Gee, good going, Tom”, said the fraidy cat named Sean. “How the hell are we going leave now? I don’t wanna stay here until sunrise. This place gives me the creeps.”
Tom looked at him and reeled his hand back, ready to give him another hard slap across the face, but then laughter rose from the shadows. It was light at first, but loud enough for the fools to hear but then it became louder as if the source was drawing nearer to them. The tone of it became more manically, as if a mad man was having the time of his life in a place of gloom. They panicked and looked around them, but there was not another soul present, as far as they could see. “Come on out and face us. You don’t know who you are messing with…” Tom shouted, smacking Sean on the arm to support his claim. The poor man was barely able to keep himself from wetting his pants before he drew up the courage somehow to reply with some bravado. “Ye…ye…ye…eah. Yeah, we ain’t afraid of you. Come on out, coward.” Their desperation was met with more of insane laughing before it abruptly ceased and they were left in dead silence. There was some time after that before a figure emerged from one of the broken in mausoleums behind them and reassume the laugher, softly to himself as blood red eyes stared at them. “Yeah, there you are. Give us what you got and we’ll let you go.” Tom’s courage strengthened now that he could see that they were dealing with only one man, believing in his heart that their numbers were a distinct advantage over him. Sean was starting to feel the same way, his grip tightening around the shaft of the shovel and was ready to strike should the stranger give them any trouble. The figure walked over towards them slowly, each step he took was beginning to shatter the feeble armor of bravery they mustered. The cracks were showing on their faces as they saw in his hands a light of his own and it shined high above their heads. He could see them trembling as the light revealed their frightened faces. He relished in it so, and once he was within distance of them, he cocked his head and looked to the men- first with a passive look on his face before it contorted into some more malicious and and feral as a wide, inhuman grin seeped from his lips. The two men dropped their instruments and begun to turn and run when he snuffed out the flame in his lantern and caught up with them with ease. Their last breaths went into hopeless screams before they faded away in a few short moments before silence would dominate these grounds once again.
Morning had arrived a few hours laters and the both the gravekeeper and the groundsman arrived for work. Inspecting the grounds for any damages from the night, the former peeked where the empty grave had been and was puzzled. He was fairly certain that they hadn’t made use of it yet but it was already filled and covered with dirt. Ordering the groundsman to dig it up to make sure no one was resting in there, they were caught off guard by the discovering of a hand, and then the arm it was attached to. As the grave became more unearthed, they realized that someone had been killed. But it wasn’t until the deed was done and they looked more closely with a light that not one body was laid there, but two were. Only they were broken and twisted into some grotesque merging into one being, dried blood heavily stained the bodies as though they had been ripped apart. While they stood there in shock, out from the distance, it was very faint but they…could have sworn that they heard someone. Laughing to their heart’s content.
Nemesis is the Lord of the Daybreak and Nightfall.
God Rules
I.
Formido Tyrannis: The lord is unmatched in the fields of dark and light magics.
II.
Sacrum Lumen: Nemesis' skin contains the essence of pure light of which he can control. His very presence can harmful to those weak against sunlight/light while contact with him can be near fatal.
III.
Timor Comedenti: The god is able to feed on fear psychically within contact.
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