The last writings of somebody who went too far.
Three weeks ago if you had asked me if I believed in evil, I would have said no. Now I can tell you that mindless evil does, indeed, exist.

No longer can I sleep as my dreams betray me. The smell, the taste, the touch...why are they all so real? I awake clawing at my body like a rake does to fallen leaves. The dream has repeated itself twelve nights in a row and each time the horrors grow ever more realistic. What does "Fides", "evoco", "adduco" mean? "Malus", I know it means evil. I don't know how I know, but I know it means evil.

Are the Elder and Outer Gods really the highest harbingers?

(Inspired by Paul Atreides’s “War of Cthulhu”) 

This is a small Cthulhu dream sequence I wrote up in my spare time.  More practise then literary work really. Hope you enjoy.

Essentially, this is a story about patriotism. And, obviously, a little snub against America getting a little over-zealous on the war path these days. Then there's also some monsters/fallen angels/dragons thrown in for good measure.

As for An Tenebrae Dubh... He's whoever you want Him to be. 

Enjoy.