Who am I to tell tall tales of love and hate? I am but a nobody before a blank page, trying his best to pour whatever he finds within in a comprehensive way. This is not a tale of war and peace, nor is it an adventure through time or space, there are no constant characters or heroes to root for, no enemies but time. This shall be mind and body let loose.
This shall be my first tale.

The black eye opens onto a desolate city. The skies burn blood red and distant screams of agony thunder all around.
A scorched earth. The heavens have found us. The silent lords of life and death that soar through the aether between planets. Silent and mostly harmless, unless they join forces and by nature are pushed towards us.
The king of kings, the flaming mist, hand of faith, bringer of fire and flood chose Earth as it's domain. He flung himself past the God of War, past our ash white companion.
Setting himself aflame, he broke up into many limbs, furiously speeding towards Terra.
Wherever the fiery hand struck, death followed suit. Firstly - the floods came, powerful waves summoned by ancient gods. The fire came soon after, scorching whatever resisted the water. Finally- the clouds. Noxious fumes and remnants of terras corpse flew high above, blocking the rays of the life-bringer, setting a reign of darkness.
Earth was life - no more. Earth was Earth no more. It was now Abaddon.
But it shall not be so for long. Avici will be followed by Arbuda, and then - resurrection.