And now it had begun.
The beast had stepped forward and shown his face, made his pronouncement to the world, revealed his might and power, and uttered his name, a name that now caused such terror in people’s hearts, a name that the people would remember yet would fear to speak aloud.
Fear – the very air had become crisp with it, every day now people were expecting news of another bout of terror, another round of death and destruction at the hands of this monster and his band of shadowy servants.
But just who was this monster? Where had he come from and what did he want? Surely he had some kind of goal, some purpose, or did he simply revel in the chaos? And who was going to stand against him? The authorities seemed to be buckling in fear, almost to afraid to admit that this was not just a series of isolated incidents that would stop soon. Surely there were powers in this world that could resist the insane will of monsters like this…
But at this stage no one really knew anything about what was going on. All they had were that name, and some cryptic references to ideas about purity of blood and worthiness and power.
All of that had been heard before, the very culture of this world had been based upon it, yet now it seemed to have taken on a far more sinister edge, or rather, the sinister elements that had always been there had now risen to the surface and shown their ugly faces.
The world had become truly dangerous. The inept authorities had already been infiltrated by adherents to this dark philosophy and no one now knew who they aught to trust, who to turn to, where to go to be safe.
It was a war, there was now no doubt about that, a war between this terrifying beast and his followers, against…whom? Who were the good guys? Looking around, all that could be seen were quivering wrecks, weaklings overcome by sheer anguish.
Aside from the attacks, the dark monster was very well hidden away and seemingly immune to any kind of justice. Yet if his followers had infiltrated, then there must be secret information hidden away somewhere. The attacks were very well coordinated, so communication must be taking place somehow, and that communication must be able to be intercepted.
To rise up against this threat, an equal or superior level of coordination had to be achieved, in order to locate and intercept these communications. Information, knowledge, were the keys here. This war would be fought over those keys, the side with the most knowledge would overcome in the end, but it wouldn’t be that simple.
For until the monster’s goal, his true purpose, was revealed, what could anyone do other than attempt to prevent the next attack, to protect the people as best they could? Was this really a resistance? Or was it merely damage limitation? How long could such a thing go on? One attack, followed by its fallout, the clean up, a gathering of information, leading to a foiled attack, only to allow another attack to take place elsewhere. This would only lead to perpetual stalemate…
It wasn’t going to go away, that was clear now. Those stronger souls had to be located and gathered together or else all hope would be lost. For this was surely the beginning of something momentous, something that had been threatening to come for so long. All the signs had been there, yet too few had been able to read them. This beast was the final herald of the terrible doom that awaited the world.
Now was the ‘to be or not to be’ moment, the moment of crucial consideration and fateful choices. One simply had to choose a side, yet how many would? How many would turn their fear on its head by seeking out its very cause and allying to their own inner prejudices? How many would actively oppose the threat and rally against it? And how many would crumble under the pressure and make the worst possible decision, to do nothing?
The coming conflict would surely bring to the surface all of the great and terrible secrets of the world, for what else could prelude the cataclysmic moment itself other than the laying of the cards upon the table for all to see? Yet so few would choose a side. So many would remain undecided, too frightened and weak to transcend their baser instincts.
Those few who would choose, whichever side they did choose, were all that really mattered. This was their fight, and the outcome would be theirs to deal with. The others would be lost forever.
Everything in the world would have to be valued, carefully weighed and considered before being either selected or deselected depending in its relevance to freedom. For this was to be a war of freedom, a war between choosing to be free and being ordered to be free…
Yes there would be pain, torture, violence and death, but this would also be a war of the mind, a war hidden from our eyes and ears, a war outside time and space. Only through utter transcendence of the physical causes of anguish could the true battle be arrived at; the black street of death must be cast off and the great battlefield beyond revealed; our hopes and dreams put aside and greater ones revealed by the purest thought.
It’s all out there. Fate is knocking on the door now, and when we answer, the contents of Pandora’s box will flood in. We must sift through it all and separate the weak from the strong.
Knock Knock Knock Knock, the eternal rhythm of the world is getting louder and louder for those with the ears to hear it. The time has come to turn and face it all, even to embrace it.
The incessancy of it is only increasing, and soon a tipping point will be reached, a point of no return. Knock Knock Knock Knock, someone’s at the door, a tall dark stranger with fire in his heart, a shadow and a bright light all together.
Knock Knock Knock Knock, look again, can’t you see? The man at the door is really me. I’m the one knocking, I’m the one waiting to burst through and embrace eternity.
After all of this, the world will be forever changed, but who will notice the differences? Who will feel it? Who will take control?
Are you ready?
Omega Synthesis 