Description
Conceived of an unimaginable father, delivered of a 6,000-year-old corpse, it defied the five senses.
Sight: It was unsubstantial, miasmic … a glowing, free-form yellow sun. Yet it had limitless energy and the power to change itself into any shape it desired.
Smell: A nightmare creature from the remote past, it exuded a foul-smelling sweat even in the arctic depths of winter.
Sound: It made whirring gasps, bone-breaking clicks and snaps; each ragged breath seemed to shake its entire, constantly changing form.
Touch: It was remote, indefinable, yet it encompassed more knowledge than all of mankind — and had none of the passion or compassion, devoid of such frivolous emotions. Its heart, if it had a heart, could not be touched by the piteous cries of its victims.
To know it was to taste the ultimate evil.
