The Null - Fraction I

I have discovered an ancient folklore depicting a creature so immense, that any mere mortal mind could not fathom its existence, let alone ponder the authenticity of such a myth, without going mad in the attempt to comprehend its impossibly, darkly romantic mental conception. 1

One night; roughly fifteen thousand years ago when man was infantile and still toyed with their dreams of fantasy rather than Alchemy, an ancient Tribe; whose English-speaking descendants I have had the fortunate opportunity to converse with upon the subject matter, spoke of a time when this creature “tore a vicious ethereal blue arc in the night sky, wiping clean the canvas so that the Moon stood alone.” By all accounts, and from my own observations, they still believe this to be the truth without an inch of logical or scientific scepticism. A fable for the fantasy novel, I am sure, but these people believed in such a beast. 2

I must admit, my fancy tempts me to investigate. To prove these people that they had nothing to worry about - that this creature, be nothing more than a story to frighten small children.3

Whatever this entity was, somehow, it held the power to wound the very blinking twilight itself so that the stars became lost within the deep vast darkness of the cold and unending cosmos. All it took was but a simple gesture of its mighty forked tongue to lick the stars clean from the corporeal heavens, and into the faceless nonentity that is Death. I believe other wise.4

Upon further investigation with this tribe’s descendants, they described to me that this creature appeared much like that of a Titan of the Greek (or was it the Roman) fable, hinting that it be some kind of equivalent personification of the Bible’s Armageddon. Too, throughout the conversation they labelled it under many cliché and rather unoriginal - near amusing - designations.5

The Star Eater, the Dark Stalker, The Void; it was a creature known to all religions, and rarely was it recorded in each of their respective Dogmas. Only the Pagans ever acknowledged its existence, and more so the Devil Worshipper of whom one I have met upon my return travel through France. He told me that each day the Moon filled the night sky completely, they were required by the Devil himself to grant offerings of gore to appease this mighty sky eater’s appetite, so that it may reconsider bringing destruction upon the human race.6

I tried not to laugh at the whole concept that such a being would ‘reconsider’ not destroying civilisation as we knew it, but, well, it all seemed so far fetched enough as it was at the time. Further conversation with the acolyte to the Devil revealed that in fact, the beast had well over a thousand names, that which however all shared the same common epithet. 7

Yhathisis, Whisperer of Darkness.