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A novel of obsession and clandestine descent into ancient and forgotten depravity. |
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It was such a joy to watch you fall. Envy, lust, deception—all fertile fields to sow your seeds, but as dull as the very dirt in which you plant them. Such is the consequence of man's limited imagination. -Brief Synopsis- Heaven has fallen, and the Lords go without their thrones. The war between Heaven and Hell is over and a new war is now here. Angels and demons, once sworn and fabled adversaries are now unwilling allies against the things beyond. They fight a losing war against the old ones; vast and terrible cosmic unknowns that came before the beginning. Jeremiah, a world-weary businessman in the gutters of London, finds himself aloof to God's grand scheme. He questions the grinding misery of existence, first through faith, then through a darker, more dangerous path. Through his study, he is swept into a conflict that rages beyond the fabrics of reality in the realms which are spoken of in scripture. With each bitter struggle, the puzzles of a forgotten and hidden history are revealed. A lineage that is the crumbling keystone holding the weight of reality is the last and final rampart upon which Heaven and Hell make their stand. -Preface- This is an ongoing work in progress - it is likely to contain typos and grammatical errors while I add and edit. The subject matter of this story contains some imagery that might be disturbing. There will be many provocative references to religious scripture and demonology which may make some readers uncomfortable - please consider this warning before reading. I'd like to mention that this writing takes place in the early 19th century. As such, the language used to write is an attempt to emulate the linguistic style of the period. It may be somewhat difficult to understand some of the verbiage I've chosen. If this is a problem for the reader, I'd very much welcome that comment, I want this to capture the period correctly, but I don't want to alienate readers due to the style I've chosen. I'm writing this with the pretense that Charles Dickens, Edgar Allen Poe, and Clive Barker sat down together and wrote a book. I don't know if such an amalgamation is possible, but it is what I am attempting to do. I'd like to add there are going to be subtle, perhaps even unnoticeable homages to other literary geniuses who have had a strong influence on my development as a writer. If you catch these references, please let me know if they were enjoyable or distracting. - Current Homages - John Clare - 'I Am' William Shakespeare - 'The Merchant of Venice' Roald Dahl - 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' Dante Alighieri - 'The Divine Comedy: Inferno' John Milton - 'Paradise Lost' If none of this has turned you away, I thank you for making it this far, and hope you enjoy the story. -Special Thanks- I'd like to thank those who've commented on the style and prose, offering advice and suggestions on structuring and pace. I greatly appreciate your help, and I hope that I can successfully create a compelling story in your honor. |
| Entry # | 1 | Prologue: 'On the Nature of the Lemegeton' | 4.82k |
| Entry # | 2 | Chapter 1: Genesis | 16.34k |
| Entry # | 3 | Chapter 2: One for Sorrow, Two for Joy | 20.73k |
| Entry # | 4 | Chapter 3: The Demimonde | 29.83k |
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