The Atrocissimus?

What is the Atrocissimus?



The word itself comes from Latin, meaning "the most hostile" or "the firecest" and is a convenient single word to encapsulate the world of horror I've set out to expose. This unknown, arcane world is indeed the most hostile, most cruel, and most evil. It's hatred and loathing for you as a mere human is beyond measure or description. The demons and other foul creation that prowl around in it want to destroy you, torment you, tear you utterly to shreds. Their hatred for you is eternal, will never cool, and is all encompassing.

Most hostile, indeed.

As I phrase it in my first book, The House on Blackstone Hill:

There is an entire world of horror, a whole universe of terror, that exists with, is entwined around, and yet is just under the surface of your normal, quotidian existence. It is a perverse world that, warped as it may be, has its own internal logic, its own mores, norms, and values. This is an evil, twisted world ruled by innumerable demons from the depths of hell, bent on the torment and torture of every human being. Things you thought were mere children’s tales, fanciful myths and legends, or superstitious folklore are true.

True, and horrifyingly real.

These very real things are utterly dark and perversely evil. Your worst nightmares can’t possibly come close to the horrors that prowl about in the darkest corners of the world and of the human soul, looking for ways to create unending anguish and suffering, death, and destruction. The most horrible acts that humans have ever committed against each other can never compare to the horror this world delights in creating. You cannot imagine evil of this level, you are incapable of cognizing it, your mind simply cannot grasp malevolence and wickedness of this level; there is scarcely even language adequate to describe it. It is almost a language unto itself.

To know the terror that slithers around your carefully constructed life may drive you insane with an overabundance of knowledge, so if you want to turn away now, if you’d rather live a life of blissful ignorance cradled in the lap of obliviousness, then perhaps that’d be best. Yet, if you’re one of the very brave few who thirst for knowledge and want to know the truth above all else, read every word of what I have to say very carefully, my Dear Friend... 

 

Check in here often as I slowly peel back more and more of this wicked, foul Atrocissimus...if you're brave enough to know the truth, that is. 

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