Gavish Mortua. Lumit Hugor
"And the Devil came to Thicket for his life," The voice rang out in a booming fashion that it penetrated the depths of my body, "yet it was under the grace of himself he was allowed to leave, and return to earth, where he lay his head on a pillow of soul and feathers, to rest for until the light fell out. the Devil came for bodice of a night that journeyhaus would leaver for distance."
Thicket was not a place of journey, day or soul, for even the Devil contempted to travel, a harsh brash dash through the front gate left the Devil even more terrified of what would occur, what would be there. Fear had fear. One would wonder why such a powerful enemy of the light would tap his gallots on the steps of the Grand Thicketrae, and one would find the answer of a man who has the soul protected by the purifies of light, and the surroundings of the dark, and the Thicket enclosed upon him, where he would rest on the highest level of the lowest ground of the Thicket, in the Grand Thicketrae, until the Devil came to bid him forth to his lair, where he would not travel.
the Devil had become entranced by a lady dwelling upon the leveled Earth, high above the gateway to Thicket. As the Devil watched her, gazed her, day through moon to day, he demanded her to be with him. the Devil came to Earth and walked in the day, dragging a foul smelling and soul briggable offensive hour to the world. And he came upon her and bidded her hand for travel to his lair. She refused upon the name of her former lover, a boy of five years, dead, now, to be lost in the depths of the world, his name, she could not speak. the Devil knew he had must retrieved the body for her, for her to love again, and love him, and he swung his mighty fingers and scathed the earth open, leaping inside, through time and light to travel to the Gateway of Thicket.
And there, the Gatekeeper approaced. "You have no biddance to Thicket, master of the Dead, entrance is prohibited."
"Grant me passage to your homeland, I demand of it in the name of darkness, your feverish Sha-master."
"I follow one power, and he does not biddance you forward."
"Then I shall go by force," with that the Devil moved forward on the Gatekeeper, trouncing him in the step, covering him with foul and dark and the house for a Dead. the Devil moved into the Thicket. Slowly now, he could hear the breathing of a single soul, he could see the movement of the sound off the harsh dark wallways of the Thicket, down to the Grand Thicketrae. the Devil knew where he must forthway towards. Defiant in the flow of light, he stepped delicately as the Devil had always moved, with insularity to the body that held the dark soul, when he carried himself. The breathing became louder, brighter, but the Devil knew he was far from being close to the body of the young man.
It was then the Devil flew down the 906 levels of the Thicket, through the walls of the Grand Thicketrae, to the highest ground of this lowest level. And there he was to see the body of a soul, older than 5, resting in a pillow and bed and room of light, penetrable by the eye, and darkness seemingly extinct. the Devil walked towards the billow of light, and outstretched his hand. The body could not feel the hand that was about to be touching him, the coldness.
And it was in this lowest coldest darkest foulest of place never bode on the hint of fear, the Devil moved his hand forward, and penetrated the light. And as the Devil's hand moved forward, it transformed into the hand of a soul of purity. The dark cracked fingers of a malnutriced man turned to flowing light and tickled the body of the sleeping gentle. the Devil lunged forward, whole body into the Light, attempting to encapsulate the man, not old, and not young, but still. The attempt failed, the Devil was a movement of grace around him, and it was then the Devil wept and cried out for the love who sent him here.
the Devil returned to the outside of the Light, returning to his normal state, and sat at the rim, peering into the eyes of this body that lay so still and of what he wanted so much but could not hold. Hands of light dust held together by a soul. and the Devil remained in the depths of the Thicket, of the Grand Thicketrae, and wanting so much this sould. the Devil remained.
Gavish Mortua Lumit Hugor Tethr va Thicket, va Grad Thicketrae, Gavish va Thicket.