Nox

Will be reworked, for now enjoy this copypasta. But not me, I have seen a god, and not the forgiving type, he had the appearance of an 8 inch man and rigid skin,skin very sharp and riddled with holes so empty you could whistle through one and hear the cries of thousands before him, he was a cheese grader... I’m only alive simply to tell the tale... because he knows that no man can manifest the fear he produces when he speaks. No man can imagine the feats he has done to become what he is. No man would ever believe me He came in the night,he’d run between the walls with the silence like rats footsteps,and he seeped through the beams like steam and rolled like water. You don’t hear of his name, for he is known as thousands. I only saw him before he had shredded my father and my stillborn sister. He was the voice seen behind images, such as Hitler was behind his army and he was just as relentless. I didn’t know him as any god, for he had killed all of them. He had no home world, for he had shredded that too I knew him... As fear.