The Dark End

An entity whose manifesto is untold, an entity whose goals is unheard, whose voice of communion is that of intelligible screams that are said to send those who listen mad. When speaking from the tongue of the Dark End, it is impossible to understand his words, but through crazed visions, he communicated his desires and intentions. But through many Cults and Religions, the Dark End has manifested itself in the guise of many goods, both good-intentioned and malevolent. Time and time again, The Dark End has twisted the mind of good and evil worshippers, promising them adoration, riches, and their wildest dreams and desires in exchange for their actions and zealotry. Each always bore a similar quest, to seek out a holy relic of great value and divine status, and yet each and every time the relic was the same. A precious gemstone of agate and obsidian entwined. To many who saw their tasks complete, they would not see the gemstone, but a reliquary, or an amulet, a statue. Each game gathered by the order or sect and underwent rituals with the guiding hand of their deity… only the see their commune cut upon its completion. The Dark End needed them no longer.

It was the weak-minded that were the prey of the Volute, of the Dark End. Those who had fallen and sought retribution and redemption. Those who thought all hope was lost and would give anything to believe it was not over. The Dark End gave them false hope.

Corrupting the purest of minds, and turning their prayers from true gods, be them good or evil, to his own crazed intent. Even the gods feared his powers, his ambitions, or so it is said, for else why would stand idly by as such manipulation was done in their guise?

Little else is known of The Dark End.