Psy

"' Psy isn't it's name. It has no name, not really...it's just the most sense that can be made out of it's form, in a way.' -Oracle Of Fate"

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It never had a beginning. Only a continuous state of existing, existing and watching from the shadows. That feeling that something is watching you when your all alone? That rush of adrenaline that makes you hurry through the forest a little faster, as if it something might reach out and grab you? That is Psy.

Laying awake at night, and you could have sworn that out of the corner of your eye you saw something move outside your window....the feeling that eyes, shapes move inside your closet. That is Psy.

Psy never begun, he just was. He exist in the state of paranoia, in the state of fear. He is emotion, and through emotion he is darkness.

The Abyss is his domain, and he is it's creator. When mortals fall into the state of madness that reaches the threshold, they are dragged into his realm to forever bare witness to insanity and truth's only Psy could pass on.

His favorite sacrifice is fresh life. Newborns, stillborns, Unborns, babes and new beginnings of all kinds. Destruction is his nature, but not in the brimstone and massive meteor variety...destruction of the individual. Extinguisher of light, being beyond the veil. He is Psy.

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Upon a mountain of little corpses he sits, staring into the void. He appears to steal newborns and babes out of their cribs, leaving behind only their entrails so that they know...their babe has been an offering to Psy.

Of course, nobody would know what this truly meant and this phenomenon is unexplained for....Psy and the other Dark God's have been lost to time. Forgotten. Their cultist and worshippers slain long ago by so called hero's who sought to rid their presence from the Kingdom Of Dreams and the land it stood upon.

Psy's appearance, atleast what human minds can perceive of it...is tall. Tall and slender. His arms are far, far too long and they stretch out into sharp, razer-like claws. His eyes are black voids that suck in all the light around his presence, and when your alone in the dark, the truest dark...Psy's form is the image the human brain forms when it needs to make sense out of the shapes and shadows from the darkness.

Psy is the dark. Psy is the night. Psy is the voices in your head. Psy is the father of all mental diseases, from Alzheimers to schizophrenia.