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Quinn Chapman and the Altar of Evil I

Quinn Chapman and the Altar of Evil The flames of Hades flickered off the rough hewn walls of the cavern as I stumbled my way deeper into the earthen maw. Acrid, black smoke invaded my eyes, blurring my vision and clouding my lungs. Dark voices shouted in a rhythmic chant somewhere beyond the hall of fire through which I now walked. My body was cut and bruised; my clothes turned to rags barely clinging to my sweat glistened flesh.  What maligned road led me to my current state of depravity? My mind flickered back to that fateful day in the warrens of Singapore, to one of the myriad of seedy opium dens lining the alleys. It was there that I found the remnants of the infamous Anglo explorer Sir Percival Covington.  I pushed back the shoddy veil of the curtain to find Sir Percival upon his back, clad in sweat-stained khaki and a weeks' worth of grime. So much for the hero of the British Empire. His glazed eyes alighted upon me, and a flicker of recognition danced across his ...

Original Writing: The Destroyer of Worlds

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The Writing Prompt:

Hook me!

Write a first line or paragraph of a novel that will grip the reader and make them want to keep reading.

The Destroyer of Worlds

Blood. Mayhem. Ash. Absolute chaos. My hands were those of the betrayer, the destroyer of mankind. I laid waste to the exquisite and delicate works of humanity, built desert wastelands on the foundations of paradise. My sacrifice was absolute as I transcended, rising above the bondage of my mortality. Now I was alone, the last sentient being in all creation, ruling over a wild expanse of nothingness. A proverbial Eden. My choice? Whether re-create Adam and Eve, knowing their betrayal and the inevitability of the original sin.

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