The Emp
Only One Lives—For Now
Conception of the Emp
He was not born of flesh.He was born of insatiable want.
Of the need for more.
More room.
More gold.
More stones.
Faster.
Bigger.
Gluttony.
Lust.
On barren land, beneath the moon’s light, as Nature wept, the want took form.
It gathered in the soil, in the silence, in the grief.
And from that sorrow, the Emp emerged.
Not as punishment but as consequence.
Description of the Tormentor
Minimal in size.Murky, lingering, needle-like hair which conceals his ashen form.
Crimson eyes, which glow slightly with heightened emotion.
Lengthy, bare arms, spindly fingers.
Hard, sharpened claws for flesh tearing work.
The concealed mouth has razored teeth with congealed blood and soul energy sorrow.
Stout legs, sizable feet … yet he moves with stealth and speed.
When he speaks, he utters in threes. “Mine, mine, mine.”
Feeding Ritual of the Night Stalker
He stalks in the night.No one is safe.
The purer the heart, the keener the sorrow.
He rips the heart from his victim and places it in his nest … a cradle that teeters between planes.
He is never quite here, nor fully there.
The heart pulses, clinging to life. The soul energy glows pale blue, longing for the Pale Stream.
But it cannot go … trapped within the tether.
He watches.
He waits.
He listens to the torment.
Over days, the light fades.
Madness creeps in.
Dark overtakes the glow.
Then, and only then, he consumes.
The soul energy, now tainted, the Pale Stream no longer welcomes it.
It flows to the Dark … for cleansing, before it may return to the Breath of Life.
The Nest of Sorrow
Its built with care.Twigs from Willow trees
And deadly nightshade
Raven feathers sought and killed for.
His own woven hair holds it together.
The nest sits in a space where the Pale Stream passes.
But it cannot detect the soul energy.
For, like its creator, it sits between.
Fates Woven in Legacy and Battle.
Emp Genesis Warning
Only one Emp lives.But be warned—that can change.
For every life lost to greed,
be it plant or being.
For every tortured soul
for someone’s pleasure.
For every ecosystem
poisoned or decimated—
Nature comes closer
to an unyielding grief.
The veil will thin in the moonlight.
And an Emp will be born again.
Emp Dwelling
The Emp nests where light cannot touch it.He prefers to be close to the Pale Stream
it deepens the sorrow of his victims.
If you stumble upon it,
you will not see it.
But you will smell it:
- old blood
- soured earth
- and something else—
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