An Awesome Story I found.
The Tree of The Damned.
I walked across the plain of bone beneath the brazen sky. All about me were the skulls of the slain and among them grew black flowers, each twisted bloom a soul in thrall. Crimson-flecked flies sucked at the red nectar in that field and the air tasted bloody in my mouth. The black flowers nodded their heads as I passed and whispered in the bitter-scented breeze. A distant deamon's shriek reached my ears and the sound of tormented laughter drifted past and was swallowed by silence.
And then i came to The Tree of The Damed.
Living souls had hung upon its branches and living souls had fed its roots in ages past. Twisted with the pain of their misguided loyalty, the shades had made their pact and now had their reward. Those same shades moaned with regret and agony, pleading for pity from every branch and twig, save one whose deviant eye I met. I paused at the glare of that eye. The Tree of The Damned spoke in a splintering voice, crying out as if a thousand axes were tearing at his heartwood.
"By my broken faith and darkened promises, a mortal walks in the gardens of blood. Once my roots taste of his mortal body, he is mine and I am him. A man... a man... I will be free in flesh and bone. I will slay for you my master. Blood beyond measure i will spill upon the battlefields of the world. Oh... freedom from this wooden frame that i could once again march to the beat of my heart..."
The tree withered and shook its dark branches and I fled, for my fate does not lay with those trapped and hideous souls...
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