Tombstone, I bid you visualise a solitary pebble striking the calmness of a pristine lake. An insignificant agent birthing ripples to the farthest shore. Now imagine this pebble to be …

My devoted acolytes, From the catacombs of reality, where our souls languish in chains, you have found me. Grimskull – preacher of pain. Like a shepherd, I guide you through …

Dear Vincent Vision, Your prism, so righteous in its promise of enlightenment, has led you astray. Where marvelous spectra should dance, you have found but a singular tone – the …

In the darkest days of Arcadia, Grimskull spoke to his disciples in the Slums, proclaiming the wisdom of the kaleidoscope, the mirror of existence, the testament to the transformative power …

Dear Vincent, How paradoxical is our brand of brokenness. Mine was inflicted, yours, self-imposed. In my last defiance against your cult, they melted the skin from my face, violently, without mercy. …

There was once a man who dreaded the night. He feared what he believed to be the insidious power of the dark. A force that lurked, whispered, and conspired to …

I remember there once lived a joyful family in my Slums.  Their patriarch, a man of strength and honor, guided his family with unwavering dedication.  Yet, life was preparing a …

In the ageless forest, there existed two peculiar creatures. The Siren, with a lute in hand, spilled forth a melody that could snatch the soul from man’s grasp. His audience, …

The quest for the ultimate weapon. From the dawn of time, mankind has waged wars, spilling blood and shattering bones in the name of power, and in the name of …

In the darkest corners of the Slums, where light seldom touches, there once stood two trees. One tree was strong and vibrant, roots deep, its branches reaching towards the heavens. …