The behemoth lay hidden at the bottom of the frigid lake, shrouded in layers of stifling darkness. Her name had been lost to oblivion for millennia; all those with knowledge of her true identity had long since suffered cruel deaths. Born from wickedness in time immemorial, this nightmare-inspirer’s only goal seemed to be the extinguishment of light and the annihilation of the created. Her children, as numerous of the stars, numbered among the wickedest entities imaginable, destroying countless lives throughout their existence. Her spawn included titanic beasts hidden in the darkest depths of the oceans as well as microscopic denizens that destroyed the bodies of men from within. Each of these fiends led a life of loyalty to his mother and her …show more content…
She dragged herself onto the shore and pushed herself forward with fantastic speed toward Herot, the nest of those who had killed her beloved. This apostate of Satan himself deposed the domain of the great King of the Danes that night, laying waste to the city as the Danes celebrated the death of her son. She wrapped up her rampage of revenge by dragging a seasoned warrior back to her accursed lair beneath the oily black lake. She feasted on this man’s flesh, accepting his death and the deaths of those who had killed her son as payment for the debt of blood she was owed. Her overpowering lust for revenge had been temporarily satiated by this kill, and she drew herself back into the blanketing embrace of the shadows to slumber. This Mother of All Monsters had given the world a reprieve from her destructive presence for barely two hours when she was jolted into consciousness by her primal warning senses. She spun swiftly from the shadows, hoping to glimpse, through the thick black water, the perceived threat to her safety. Her powerful scarlet eyes cut through the haze of silt and decay suspended in the water and focused upon the faint outline of a man sinking towards her. Although she could dispatch fifty warriors with a mere flick of her powerful arms, the approaching figure sent a jolt of fear coursing through her body. An ancient fear was awakened within her, a jealous brother’s fear of an angry God. She shook off these unsettling inhibitions and sprang from the floor of the lake towards the approaching warrior. In a terrifying display of her awesome power, the water witch launched herself upon him and dragged him back to her