In the cold, rotting depths of a forgotten tomb beneath the crumbled ruins of a long lost cathedral, the Bone Seer knelt.
Her gnarled hands trembled over the stone altar, bones and runes scattered in a ritual pattern so ancient, even the gods had forgotten it. Blood from her own cracked lips trickled down her chin as she muttered in a forgotten tongue, voice barely audible beneath the growl of dark energy swirling in the chamber.
A rumble shook the tomb, and the flickering blue flames of the bone torches extinguished one by one.
She wasn't alone anymore.
A shadow emerged, not from the darkness, but as if it was the source of it. The figure didn't walk. It dripped forward, like melted night with edges sharper than death itself. It didn't speak, but when it moved, the Seer flinched like she'd been slapped across the soul.
"My master…" she rasped, eyes rolling back for a moment. "I have done what you asked."
"No. You have failed me."
Its voice wasn't sound. It was a pressure. Like ten thousand minds screaming at once behind your eyes. Even the Entity hadn't made her drop to her knees like this.
She dared not look at it. Not fully. To look upon him was madness incarnate.
This wasn't the Entity.
This… was his creator.
The First God.
The Forgotten King.
Once banished by the gods for crimes so unspeakable his name had been erased from every divine record. Only whispered in old death cults. The Seer had found him in a crumbling ruin, sealed behind a wall of teeth and bone and flame. She had cut out her own eye to break the lock.
"The girl is slipping through your fingers," the pressure murmured again. "The prophecy is almost fulfilled. And you let her live."
"I...I can still turn her," the Seer whispered. "She doesn't trust the gods. She is angry. Fractured. If we sow enough chaos, enough loss…"
"The time for manipulation is over."
The shadows moved, and every bone in her body screamed. Her soul was cracking.
"It is time to crush them."
The air grew colder. The altar began to bleed. And from the darkness behind the master, something else stirred.
Chains. A cage. A Chaos God locked within it.
The Forgotten King grinned without a mouth.
"Send word to the Entity. It's time to wake the Pale Warlocks. We burn the Bone Forest to ash. And then we end the Pentacle."
The Seer wept as blood dripped from her ears.
Flashback of The Bone Seer: "The Pact"
It was storming the night the Bone Seer lost her name.
She hadn't always been the skeletal wraith lurking in castle basements, whispering secrets into bloody bones. Once… she was a royal healer. A brilliant mage. A woman named Naeryssa. Loved. Trusted. Feared for her visions, but respected.
Until she saw the truth.
The future where the gods would fall.
Where the divine would lie. Where the realms would burn.
No one listened.
They laughed.
So she vanished.
She wandered the Deadlands for three years, surviving off rot and ash and madness. Her magic began to warp. The visions clawed at her. Until one night, under the blood eclipse, the bones called her.
The ruins were buried beneath the sand, beneath time, beneath history itself. No record remained. No god dared remember.
The door to the tomb was locked with four words:
A soul for a god."
And she was so willing.
She carved the words into her chest.
She screamed them into the void.
And the tomb opened.
Inside was a prison of bone and iron, a cage laced with divine symbols long forgotten. The creature inside was not dead. Just dreaming. A presence curled into itself like a wounded star.
As she stepped close, a single voice rang out, every god at once, screaming in her mind:
"DO NOT WAKE HIM."
She bled anyway.
She whispered her vow.
"If I free you… give me the power to bring the world to its knees."
The bones shattered.
The seals cracked.
And darkness wept into her.
The Forgotten King emerged.
No face. Just shadow.
No heart. Just hunger.
He kissed her forehead, not with lips, but with power, branding her with a sigil that would never fade.
"You are mine now, Naeryssa. The world will forget your name. But they will remember the Seer who ended the gods."
Her screams echoed for miles.
When she left the tomb, her eyes had turned black. Her blood was silver. Her smile, jagged.
And the first whisper of prophecy was born.
Flashback from The Entity: "When Shadows Bow"
It was never meant to happen.
The Entity had ruled fear for eons, born from chaos itself, a ripple of void from the moment the first lie was spoken. It didn't walk. It seeped. It corrupted. It whispered to kings, poisoned empires, fed on nightmares and despair like wine.
But even it had limits.
Even it knew not to cross the old lines.
The ones scrawled in godsblood.
The ones whispered in the nightmares of the divine.
Until the Seer shattered them.
Until he rose.
The Forgotten King was older than gods.
He didn't whisper.
He didn't scream.
He simply existed, and the realms bled.
The Entity watched as the ancient tomb split open like a yawning wound in time. The air shivered. The ground cracked. The stars flickered.
It slithered into the ruins with curiosity twisted tight in its ribless chest.
And froze.
Because for the first time in all its vast, cosmic existence…
It felt something.
Not fear.
Not awe.
But submission.
A need to kneel.
The King sat upon a throne of broken halos. Bones taller than cities framed his silhouette. His face? Just a void with six glowing teeth, curved into a smile that should not exist.
The Entity spoke first.
"I know all. I see all. I am the oldest."
The King just laughed.
"You are the seed of chaos, boy. But I am the soil it was buried in."
The Entity hissed, its form roiling with black storms, furious. Unbelieving.
"You can't exist. You're not written. Not recorded. You're.."
"Forgotten," the King finished. "And that is what makes me free."
The Entity surged forward, teeth like stars. But the King just raised a single, skeletal finger… and time stopped.
The void screamed.
And the Entity?
It bowed.
Not from loyalty.
Not from respect.
But because its shadow chose to.
The King leaned in.
"We are not allies, little nightmare. You'll serve because I allow it. You'll corrupt in my name, spread fear in my image. But when the final veil breaks… your soul is mine."
And the Entity...eternal, unkillable, untouchable....trembled.
Because there are gods…
And then there are things that even the gods forgot to fear.