Released 23/09/2016 - reuploaded to soundcloud 10/03/2021

Still on his feet, back in the real.. mere nanoseconds had passed – his body just starting to fall to the ground. Muscles tensed, he snapped himself back, renewing the grasp on his blade, feet firm with absolute resolution – there was no time to waste, hope remained – his love might yet be alive. Striding past the now silent mechanism of the archdemon he crossed the chamber to the only other doorportal, moving with all of the speed his will could push his body to. The corridor was heavy with dark energy, a morbid passage filled with dread and interference – but he was indifferent, focussed, driven by ultimate universal forces. He slowed as he approached the far opening cautiously.. bewildered by what he saw there… as though the laws of physics ceased.. a broken landscape, parts suspended in the air, overlooking an endless dark crevice… there were people.. his people.. he’d found them.. he fought the urge to rush forward and cry to them – something was wrong – they stood, hunched without motion.. alive, but lifeless.. a great deformity stood menacingly above them, gargantuan tools of death in its limbs, bristling with technology… one of his tribe was kneeling sullen before the monstrosity as if uttering a quiet plea… then several things happened in the same moment – as it raised its obscene tools, twin cable like appendages leapt forth from it ghastly head unit, plunging through the very eyes of his kinsmen and burrowing into his skull. The victim’s scream pierced Velok’s heart, their body quivered within the onset of death’s rigid grasp.. through his implants Velok witnessed the energy transfer, the digitised soul passing with agonising slowness out of the soon to be corpse… Those vile weapons swung down as the process completed, severing the body brutally into 4 pieces – extracting any remaining bio-energy left within what had once been a person, before coldly sweeping the remains into the bleak depths of the crevice. Velok stood aghast in the face of the overwhelmingly quiet blanket of death, looking over the forms of his people waiting for that terrible fate, and then he saw her.. that golden hair spilling over her cast down face.. incapacitated, unmoving.. silent.

Lost Souls

Altar of The Lost

Released 23/09/2016 - reuploaded to soundcloud 10/03/2021

Drawn into a sea of stars, born into a world of shimmering beauty, the fragments that were Velok orbited his central core. Concentric circles radiated around his broken form, strands of life interweaving his components – rebinding them… reforming him, completing him with universal grace. Codes splicing together in beautiful harmony, igniting memories and neuro-virtual pathways – his consciousness flooded through them, ravenously poring over them feeling everything again as for the first time. His lover’s face upon waking, her neck covered by the fine threads of her golden hair, hands touching, palms spread, fingers dancing eternally intricately, her delicate smell weaving itself into the very fibres of his being.. twisting away into that gaping void, the absence of his completion… taken, stripped away from their dimension by that sprawling darkness… powerful energies coursed through him, drawing everything from his surroundings, his mind birthed – roots penetrated the virtual skein, drawing great power from the grid, his components twisted into a trunk that reached up into the heights of the mainframe – sinuous branches reaching out from his core into the digital ether, wrapped in renewed virtual mist-like fields of his ancestors algorithms. They found their mark connecting to the substructures of the system, over-riding the protocols that trapped him, transferred momentary energy burst to the archdemon’s corpse and the bridge re-activated – mind spilling over into his body – he snapped awake with a sharp intake of breath, eyes wide in horror and determination

Mending Tree

Released 23/09/2016 - reuploaded to soundcloud 10/03/2021

Severed from reality, detached from his corporeal body… his consciousness formed an echo of his image… drifting through the expanse of the virtual realm that now imprisoned him. The bridge back to reality, to that other dimension, was gone, part of him had been pulled across into the digital void… what remained of the archdemon’s code dissolved around him. His own code was broken, incomplete.. fragments of distorted, unrecognisable memories.. deep discomfort, purpose and direction lost with his fractured self. He was dying.. his incomplete state, unsustainable.. his integrity dissolving, he had to return to himself, to re-complete his mind before being lost completely in the digital ether. Other trapped souls drifted toward him from the abstract, beckoning his broken form toward them.. moving as he could, he followed – his decomposing cortex failing.. they reached out to him. A structure loomed out of the ether, flickering into life as fluid energy strobed across its translucent surface.. a portal.. the veil… he reached towards it with the last of his will, disappearing into its tender, powerful embrace

Soul Viel

Released 23/09/2016 - reuploaded to soundcloud 10/03/2021

His descent into the deep cold of the keep’s core was arduous, his limbs starting to fail as ice tendrils began to spider against his very skin. He emerged into an unfathomably vast chamber, lit by subtle undulating lights of intricate, ancient technologies – beguiling to the eye, without betraying the truth of their vile purpose. Life was imprisoned here, digital souls extracted in a slow process of exquisite torment from gradually dying bodies before their flesh was experimented on – then uploaded to the vast server mechanism to stretch out their suffering and feed on their infinite pain… the oracle had allowed him to glimpse it, even in nanotime it threatened to overload him. In the center of the space, the towering guardian of these servers stood silent.. the archdemon that worked tirelessly in its torment of the souls stored within. Velok knew what he must do – approaching the imposing mechanical creature cautiously but quickly, getting within range of his implants. Activating the subcutaneous transmitters, he established a bridge between them… the efficient subroutines of his ancestors burrowed rapidly through the beast’s firewalls, before plunging into and carving through its digital consciousness.. severing its connections to the horrific servers and leaving its mind reeling, dying, consuming itself in the virtual domain. Defensive codes fired too late to save it, but not too late to cross the retracting neural pathway plunged in return into Velok’s mind.. he staggered, mind flipping to blackness with the impact on his system.. fell into nothing once again.

Archdemon

Released 23/09/2016 - reuploaded to soundcloud 10/03/2021

The interior of the keep was blacker still, sub-frequencies permeating the structure and making the stillness feel yet alive with morbid energy. Interference was running through his implants, he sensed their inactivity and felt alone, unprotected. Picking his way through the labyrinthine stark corridors to the nexus. The low hum intensified in the passage, the air became much colder – difficult to breathe.. Pulling his cloak tight around him he ducked through a nearby opening to search for brief respite. A brief thought activated his gland through instinct, coursing agents to heighten his senses in the gloom around his system. He was not ready for the ghastly sight that creeped through the darkness into his awareness… the distorted bodies of his people, victims of horrific experimentation – their forms cut, mangled and respliced – leering out of the gloom with undead eyes, implanted with vile mechanisms, animating their twisted forms to obscure disturbing purposes in the darkness. Reeling with horror, his eyes moving swiftly across the deformed mass of his kinsmen, hoping, praying not to see her in this morbid tangle, he staggered back out of the desecrated space of life beyond death, pushing onward to the core.. conserving his breath within his chest, heavy with sorrow… determined to save her from this fate.

Necromancy (ft. Rawtekk)

Released 23/09/2016 - reuploaded to soundcloud 10/03/2021

His consciousness was crushed by the pressing weight of infinity, a heavy darkness that pressed against his mind until he was nothing – immersed in the void. Thin tendrils of awareness crept back back to him, he didn’t recognise his surroundings.. a black forest loomed oppressively in his view with scattered points of light between the gnarled and twisted trunks of those bleak trees. They were moving.. more of them appearing in the dusk-like light of this obscure realm.. he could make out their bodies – almost formless, morphic entities gathering in the blackness pushing towards him. Quickly pulling himself up, he drew his blade before him, hacking at the closest horror with its gaping, ghastly appendages and slicing it apart. Sensing death the horrors moved with sudden speed, slaves to the dark eternity of this place.. seeking to mangle and deform, extricate the shivering life from warmer beings. Their touch was deathly, abrasively tearing at his skin… Velok focussed, cutting apart his new enemy tirelessly, ending them mercilessly until he remained alone.. panting under the infernal skyvoid.

Shadow Walker

Released 23/09/2016 - reuploaded to soundcloud 10/03/2021

Velok carefully found his way back to the village, the knowledge of the dark path ahead of him embedded in the depths of his soul. The sapping tendrils of fear were interweaving with his core and he knew what he must do. Descending to the catacombs beneath the village habitats, where the bodies of past generations lay dormant in the chill obsidian hallways, wrapped in the slumber of death. He sat at the foot of his family’s crest, the chamber where the voices of his ancestors could penetrate his soul and strengthen his will. In stillness he uttered long unspoken words, summoning the tireless spirit that drives the very urge to survive, allowing the ancient nanotechnology of their people to blend with his bones.

Ancestral Call

Released 23/09/2016 - reuploaded to soundcloud 10/03/2021

The edge of Ethrane was where she dwelled – she who was stuck perpetually between dimensions, flickering across parallel universes on a microscale time-cycle – the oracle of the multi-fates, the bridge between worlds. Velok made his way through the bleak dawn to the shrine in the depths of the forest, careful to follow the footsteps implanted in him by his parents, and the generations before them. She was waiting for him, swathes of her energy wrapped around the trunks of nearby trees, feeding from the current of the central altar and the pathway to the other dimensional layers. Her voice entered the depths of his mind gracefully, illustrating the vast and intricate horrors of the being from the other side, the entity that had taken his people so mercilessly. They were alive but on the precipice of dark fate, ready to be fed on, to be opened up and experimented upon, to feed the infernal biomechanisms of the creature’s desire. It was not beyond hope… he could reach them… but the fates of their liberation and his life were obscured by darkness…

Shadow Walker

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