Astral Necromancy

While he sleeps he can feel the pulse of the universe quivering, beneath his fingers he can strum the strings of creation He can watch stars be born and die in a single breath, with all this power, if only he could master his foe Vengeance against time Vengeance against memory The malice that clouds his mind Vengeance will be his For all his accomplishments amount to nothing if his being is devoured by one greater than himself Vile misanthropy spews silently forth from a stone face Brutality driven by fear Confronted in solitude, he is faced with the gnawing truth: that it was not darkness where he was birthed Looking for answers, writhing in madness Cursed like a leper, endless sorrow Vengeance against time Vengeance against memory The malice that clouds his mind Vengeance will be his “How do I kill this hated part of myself? How do I remove this putrid fragment of my soul? There is an unending well of hatred within me from which bile and fury spring forth”

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

A withered figure sits on a throne of bone in the frostbitten wasteland at the end of all time he carved a path of blood and hateful destruction with a hungry blade made of blackest midnight Under the fading light of the last stars sunken pale eyes gaze into the vast abyss I have learned more wisdom than was ever forgotten by hanging my soul from an old tree root-rotten, in exchange for wretched necromantic black magick I brought forth pestilence, sorrow, and endless death Under the fading light of the last stars sunken pale eyes gaze into the vast abyss So I stand at the end of all time, when the last embers fade away, staring into the fetid singularity but I shall remain I shall remain

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Writhing worms wriggle through rotting flesh leaving white bones that turn to ash but I have transcended into a being beyond mortality Imbued with great power my reach will be infinite and shall blacken the skies of one million wretched worlds in between space and time I will horde the essence of their screaming souls to sate my ravenous appetite This black symbiosis is my salvation and yet also my ultimate destruction I have glimpsed a vision of the truth: the darkened path is the only way to earn my rightful place within the yawning void

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

A power exists in this universe forbidden and forgotten lore, hidden in a realm beyond the stars few have attempted to wield it A rebirth through fire and death the first task of the necromancer Sever himself from that which made him mortal the unholy sundering of his humanity It requires great sacrifice a betrayal unforgivable for a gift unparalleled: The wretched power over death A rebirth through fire and death the first task of the necromancer Sever himself from that which made him mortal the unholy sundering of his humanity Skin gives way to bone and flesh turns to dust but the spirit bound by hatred remains beyond the realm of death

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Ride forth to a final, desperate battle the forces of the living descend upon the citadel castle of the necromancer and his undead host hidden among dead trees, beneath icy mountains The armies clash under twilight skies Wraiths clad in black flit about the air howling with agonizing screams of a thousand cursed lives Skeletal men with hollow black eyes animated by black magic, knowing no fear Nearby, under the eclipse a clash of steel breaks the silence In a frost-weathered forest a warrior, clad in black fueled by the darkest of energies he strikes at his adversary the embodiment of his former self, a vision of a path not taken The walls are breached! Pillars of smoke touch the sky and red flames lick the black stone the war goes on, but the battle is won the earth trembles and breaks apart The necromancer's apprentice is defeated left to die in the wood, his fury was not enough He is scarred and broken, but he will return

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Ave ad tenebram te appello Ave dei veteri Audite vaporem meum Accipite sacrificium et date mihi ultionem Delete terram damnatam igne et peste

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

From the mists of obscurity rises one desperate to be worthy to inherit the mantle of sin and from the twilight ascend To the northern throne Seeking and searching A helm of terror symbol of wickedness His mask an emblem of his master A cursed blade emanating corruption His own Tyrfing demands blood be spilt A black shroud, the womb of night worn to conceal his sin He screams for vengeance for crimes all but unknown to him Scattered into the winds of history the accursed artifacts now gathered, bound with the spirit of evil, surge with unholy power terrible forces gnawing at his mind, pushing him ever onwards The path is clear, he has seen the revelation: He must apotheosize himself To the northern throne Seeking and searching A final absolution dictated from forces unknowable He is a tool, a vessel of darkness unfathomable Create order by destruction to snuff out the light of the stars An ancient imperative from times immemorial

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

I have cleansed this form temptation is no more I will not be drawn toward the light I embrace the void destroying every thought of one who denied his birthright Bloodshed shall be my rebirth through conquest I shall prove my worth Every corpse left in my wake brings me closer to my fate I must not be tempted by the light Strength grants me the right to exist Eyes burn like a distant star breathing deep of nebulae I ascend to the highest plane As my powers grow, the only thing I know: the noblest act is to destroy the weak Entropy is the final solution, reality erodes, Eaten by the maw of the void the screams of billions lost in shadow

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

At the end of all time is a winter night, vast and eternal all life is stopped by a frost, biting and cold This is where it all ends: under a cold, starlit sky, between ancient mountains in an unforgiving land. Leafless trees, frozen in silence point gnarled branches as if to lay blame at the roots of another Flakes of snow gently fall in a cold dark silence Trees dressed as white tombstones dot the dead landscape Journey into the eternal winter, through white frost and endless cold In a forsaken place of sorrow time stands still and silence reigns I wander into the snowstorm, a final journey for this mortal form, a body that shall never be found even should sun melt the ice on this ground This is where it all ends: under a cold, starlit sky, between ancient mountains in an unforgiving land. Leafless trees, frozen in silence point gnarled branches as if to lay blame at the roots of another Journey into the eternal winter, through white frost and endless cold In a forsaken place of sorrow time stands still and silence reigns

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

The time has come to unleash the vengeance of the nameless gods who sit on thrones of glass. Red tendrils creep forth, silently crawling, bringing death to the mortal fools who defiantly oppose the inevitable Let them watch in horror as the realms collapse torn asunder by a power unmatched. Planets crumble into the nameless abyss showing the true power of the forces of darkness. It is known what ruin awaits all those who fail to seize the mantle of this feeble existence The truth is spoken by the void between the stars I spoke with the abyss I made the pact to take into my being a hunger depraved You have read the sorrowful tome its words burned into your mind the logic that dictates all creation: If you should fail, you are nothing

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

He waits for the voice he begs to see the vision he longs to be defined amongst infinity pondering in solitude a vision from the void whispers the gnawing fear it is never enough fire in his veins burns his flesh away but the spirit remains forged in the darkest night a weapon of cosmic power cutting the fabric of reality feeding upon the light of stars rending all life to empty husks

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025