My entry, I guess.
Your Heart, Dear Boy
Dawn rises,
The sun chastises,
The hills gleam ever more with their prizes.
Dusk sets,
The sun forgets,
The moon grows red with fury and little regrets.
The people of my land have hungered for this night for ages,
Many years ago, we were told this by our sages,
The heroes' lives are running out of pages.
Hear! I cry for this day all night in my caves; my tears fill the very pools of your oceans. I have seen all that your gods have to offer. I am the bearer of the ancient spirits of Light and Dark. I've lived among the hero as a shadow; he never knew! Oh what a life the disguise of a guide can brew! My body sits here under the ashes.
I am waiting for that boy to catch my hints...
I am the god of your world, boy! My folds and vessels careen over the course of your entire kingdom!
Come here!
Come here!
I want to show you something nice!
You see that doll on that cliff?
Burn it!
Burn it!
Something good will surely come of it, I am sure! I hear it unleashes ultimate power, oh yes!
Burn it in the fire, now! I can't wait to see what happens!
Burn it!
Burn it!
I hear ancient spirits lurk within this power!
You've messed up, boy! I hope you know what you have done! You've unleashed my body from its holds!
I shall smother you in the wrath of old!
Come closer!
Come closer!
I hunger for your flesh! I am the mighty King of Flesh! My body yearns for fresh meat! I must have that power in your heart; it is so strong to have faced my father's gaze and thoughts. It must be strong from the twisting of my father's pet! It must be so brave for coming down here just for me!
Come closer, boy! I want that heart, now! My father will be very upset if you get past me! I am the god of your world, don't look past thee!
Burning that doll, oh yes that doll! I love the scent of agony in my lovely Hell's air! Now look at me, boy! I want that heart, now!
Strike me, if you dare! I have the souls of your damned brethren to aid me in this battle! They, too, hunger for your heart, oh that brave, powerful heart!
I smell your brain, it is nice, too! I wonder what your demeanor must taste of. I wonder what your keenness must taste of. My damned underlings will aid me in that question.
Why look at me like that, boy? Do you not like the true form of your favorite guide? Do you not like my wonderful maw? My magnificent gaze, too? I shall have you know that my father bestowed these upon me. Does my aroma displease you? I notice the grimace on your face, and it troubles me.
Never-mind that. I shall not be distracted by that face for long. Your god of flesh will devour you! My damned souls shall share in this untimely banquet!
WHAT IS THAT?! I say, my boy, I do not like that thing in your hands. How did you get that sword?
No! NO! NO PLEASE! I MUST TASTE YOUR HEART!
YOU WILL NOT DESTROY ME! I AM THE GOD OF YOUR WORLD! I MUST DEVOUR YOU WHOLE!
YOU ARE A TERRIBLE PERSON!
A ghastly air fills the underworld. The corpse of an eldritch abomination lays sprawled upon the steaming coals of Hell. A lone man is standing upon the pile of raw, horrid meat. As he gazes up at the ceiling, spectacles of horrid and splendid light fly into the interior of the world. A voice calls out as they dissipate.
"My father may not be around, that is for sure. But, I wait for you to face his brother. At least then, I may finally taste that heart of yours... boy."
Years passed since my duel with the Wall. I am the lone man atop his corpse. To this day I have had nightmares about that last line he uttered. "My father... his brother..."
What could that have possibly meant? I have no idea. I have no guide to turn to, anymore. They may all be traitors.
I still smell the flesh of his horrid being.
I still see his blood stained on Night's Edge.
I must seek the light of the Hallowed Ones.
"What do you mean you are busy?"
"I said it, and that is all that there is to it, now leave me be."
"No. Tell me why you can not help me, O member of the Hallowed Three."
"Leave me be."
"Why?"
"Can you not see the structure behind me?!"
"Yes, I see it. So what?"
"GAH! Boy, you are an idiot! It's a machine! The other two have their own."
"For what?"
"His brother."
"The Guide's?"
"NO! THE WALL'S FATHER'S!"
The sky was lit in green flames. My townspeople were scattered among the hills like ants under attack. You could classify them as that, I suppose. We WERE under attack. The machines. How could the Hallowed ones make such a mistake? I must move into the blue lands, or face them head-on.
The head of the armed monstrosity adjusted its view towards the man.
"Boy, your heart is not enough for his brother. We are only trying to help you all escape."
Steam spewed from valves on the skull's exterior.
Two enormous titanium spheres hovered behind it, gazing at the man.
The body of the Metal Eater encircled the group.
"No! I must stop this madness! You are killing my people!"
"So be it."
Hours later, scraps and wires littered the plains. Every citizen of the man's city had been killed off by the Hallowed Three's mistakes.
More years have passed. About a decade, I presume. I have conquered the queens of the jungle. They, too, warn me of "His Brother." I have slain the duke of the ocean, and the army of the dead. Once more, "His Brother is coming." I can only ponder on what this means.
"Stranger! What is your name? Do not disturb our ritual."
"Call me Boy."
"Okay, Boy. Leave us be. We must focus on His Brother."
Those words snapped within my mind. Surely they were working on bring this "Brother" into my kingdom. I killed them all - even their leader.
The sky flashed with colors of unfathomable peaks. Four pillars from the celestial realm littered the hills with monsters. A shadow lurked high in the horizon. It seemed to be covering its chest - as if it were missing something.
A voice filled my head.
"Your heart, boy. I need that heart."
Impending Doom is approaching.