A behemoth trudges through the black forests of Appalachia. The night leaves, high on the trees, slowly sway and bow for his passing. This old beast awoke inside an abandoned coal mine, high in the mountains, and makes its way towards the nethermost valley. Its skin and wiry body hair are stained from one hundred years of settling soot, and its stark burning eyes sway through the canopy. The mammoth miscreation walks with a civilized gait, its body bulky and humanoid, but its steps are soft and absent of sound. Its shoulders touch just a bit above the tips of the tall oaks. Slowly but unabatedly it arrives at its destination. From a bird's eye view the creature stands at the isolated center of a dense hardwood forest.
The giant stops, and stands, as if waiting for anything to occur, but the forest is deathly quiet and static. He stands. For a great moment he becomes statuelike and dormant. Forthwith his matted hair bursts and the soot plumes into a large black fog, hickories topple. The beast grows energetic and thrusts his arms deep into the ground and grabs the roots of a nearby tree and uproots it. As the tree rockets through the air, the beast takes of in a bloodcurdling sprint. His voluminous lungs steal air from the surrounding area. His unearthly movements are violent and ravaging of the reality they influence. The beasts' steps cauterize the ground as he rushes through the forest. His agility is made clear as he pivots off a step and angles his rampage. He seems to run in indistinct directions but his eyes show aspiration. This beasts' wants and desires are so evil for this world. The surrounding fauna sense his hatred and malevolence and blood begins to tear in their eyes. They are so sorrowful and terrified of the woe that havocs their forest. Small fires begin to sprout from the beasts footprints and, from the eyes of the eagle passing by, an unholy maculation begins to take shape. The creature howls and bellows in short bursts, creating an unnatural cacophony that agitates the very medium through which it travels. He stampedes past the point at which he began this corruption, and begins to retrace his steps precisely. His reprints boil the water from the topsoil soil and petrify the once moist ground. He increases his impossible speed to a flash. The dodecagonal symbol becomes more indelible from the Earth with every lap the beast makes. Intricate patterns are emblazoned within the borders. The fires begin to rage.
After a multitudinous score of cycles, the beast makes his way towards the epicenter of his occult contrivance. His drop-off of velocity is as equally gross as was his escalation. Now he stands, fully enveloped by the fires of his aspiration. Black towers of smoke ascend towards the heavens, and serve as the beacon of his disaster. The blaze offers consummate contrast to the beasts' return of a calm and wise demeanor. For the first time, his supreme posture is compromised; He curls his back, bowed across the ground. The abomination sits as a gargoyle, all within him is calm, as the vociferous conflagration burns. Suddenly, his arms and legs reach for corners and his body is made prostrate, levitating. The fires are fed from their roots and light flashes forth. The ground cooks and melts, and the abomination descends into the glowing stew. The forest is left to burn. The ground coagulates but remains charred, and the Earth is forever scarred.
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