Morris House was quiet that evening. Daniel Morris examined the paper close to the fire, reading with concerned eyes. A tale of evil was plastered across the page, describing the deaths at Bennet Manor in another part of the country. By the end of the paper, once he learned all the servants at the Manor had been executed, Daniel shook his head and threw the paper into the fire.
“Master Bennet will see you now, Mr Fisher,” the young butler announced with a false smile.
Mr Fisher felt an incredible sense of relief as he left the hallway lined with the trophies of Bennet’s hunting exploits. Surrounded by such morbid displays did not fill him with awe or fascination, but rather a nervous discomfort. Almost as if Mr Fisher were an unmoving witness to something evil, doing nothing to stop it, but unable to tear my eyes away.
Finding a void god in this reality was difficult for me at first. The majority of research was done by a Frenchman named Hector Allaire, my ancestor. It is well-known that during the storming of the Bastille in July 1789, many valuables were stolen as well as prisoners freed. Among these valuables was a journal written by an ‘insane’ revolutionary, which was confiscated during his incarceration.