This is his castle.
Towers loom over the forests of his kingdoms, darkened bricks creating even darker shadows as the sun sets and dusk falls over the land. No animals dare draw near, save for the scavengers of the sky. Crows, vultures, hawks, all come to this castle for their meals. All come to feast on his enemies.
Cries of pain and pleas for help erupt from the dungeons of this castle, and all go unaided as his prisoners are tortured and killed all hours of the day and night by his dark minions of the underworld.
A moat of vile, poisonous-looking water, red-purple with melted bones and skulls floating like garbage, surrounds tall gates with spikes jutting out as fangs on a wild beast. All plant life decays around this wall, leaving rotting trees and dried weeds in its wake. When the blood-stained drawbridge lowers and the large doors creak open, his evil can be felt oozing into the air as rancid perfume that draws the innocent in to their death.
No mercy can be found here. Compassion has long since fled from his presence.
This is his castle.
This is the castle of the general of demons.
This is Leopold’s castle.
 JediNikinaK · Tue Feb 10, 2009 @ 12:37am · 0 Comments |
