Before there was Man, the Black Land existed.
And the Black of that Land was not soil ...
It was the ABSENCE of Light, of Mercy, of Life itself.
Call it ... me ... Anti-Life for want of a better term that your primitive minds might understand.
I call myself ... DayStar,
that last burning ingot in the dying night that rails at the coming of the Light.
Do you dimly sense the vast epoch lurking behind the East of the early ages?
Do your souls ever shiver at the murmur of that once lurking Night behind the dawn of Egypt and Babylon?
And when you dream fitfully on nights of new moons, do you glimpse flashes of gigantic black cities from whose ruins the first Babylon rose,
a last mirrored remnant of an age lost in the deep gulf of prehistory's endless night?
it is the year 1895 in Egypt.
The nations play at what they pathetically call the
vying to see who will dominate the world.
But Others in the Shadows, born of my Darkness place a pawn here, sacrifice a knight there.
Though but hundreds of years old, they have grown smug in their supposed power.
Not knowing that they, themselves, are being played.
The Seed I sowed 3000 years ago has just been harvested.
Man is about to taste her bitter fruit.
The board is set. My pieces are in place.
Now, after so long, my Adversary moves his knight:
Samuel McCord --
One Lone Knight Against the Shadows in
THE STARS BLEED AT MIDNIGHT
And its Prelude:
DEATH IN THE HOUSE OF LIFE