© Maikel Das 1989
Deutsch!
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Northern Territory, Australia
Pok, pok!
Mr. Valdemar?
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Yes, please enter!
You are Barbara Steele from the Canberra Chronicle?
Yes, and this is Charles Dexter Ward my Pilot and Photographer.
Hi!
My pleasure.
Well, to be honest I wasn’t quite sure, If I should meet your wish for an interview. But then I said to myself this exactly the moment to tell the full story.
On the other hand, I have to admit that I was pretty persistent after I’ve heard of you.
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Please take a seat. Can I offer you a wine?
That one is ancient!
These are leftovers that I still got from Europe.
Forget the village gossip. These are only superficial rumors.
I will tell you the full story. You will even witness the outcome.
This will become a very special day today.
I won’t grudge, if you don’t believe my narration. But be assure that every syllable is true and I will proof my words.
Enough of introducing words. You’re getting impatient.
It started in the 15th century...
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...in a principality in Central Europe.
I was the healer, alchemist and magician of the principal. And I was a master in my profession, if I may say so without sounding too arrogant.
In contrast to many other magician of its time, it wasn’t my goal to turn lead into gold. I realized very quickly that this would remain an impossible dream. No, my goal was to decipher the secret of life! Eternal life, immortality – yes, that was my goal!
The circumstances don’t matter her. But finally I reached the unthinkable...
... and walked upon the way of immortality.
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From that day on I knew, I was meant for something higher. Why do you receive immortality, if not for ruling? After gathered loyal followers around me, I seized the power of the principality...
... and began extending my little empire.
My uniqueness didn’t remain unnoticed by the superstitious population. Fear, fueled by priest began to spread. Finally it ended in a revolution, so they’d say today. The people made short work and burned me on the stake.
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But the execution wasn’t my end. In contrary, my suffering just began.
Instead of tasting the sweet fruit of death, my soul, my consciousness – whatever you want name it – was thrown out of the burning body and into the surrealistic levels of the limbo!
My torturing stay in limbo ended abruptly, when I found myself in a new body that my soul had taken over.
I never knew what happened to the poor creature that inhabited this body before. Only then I started to realize that I hadn’t stopped not only my aging, but also my soul was immortal.
I cursed myself to walk on earth, until the end of all days!
During my century long existence I took various identities, always with the goal to undo my deed.
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For nearly 400 years my search was in vain until I discovered the Necronomicon written by the mad Arab Alhazred in the deepest catacomb of an ancient library.
The Necronomicon didn’t solved my problems, but it showed me the path I had to walk to end my cursed existence.
Here in Australia I started the extensive preparations.
In this vast area nobody would ask questions and I’d have the necessary calmness for meditations.
Nevertheless it lasted more than 100 years until everything was set.
Today is the day!
To die. To be truly dead. That must be wonderfull!
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What I told you... You doubt my words. Well, let me explain.
I have to erase the universe. Smash every single atom until nothing but plasma is left, like in times of the "Big Bang”.
In a void – a total void – nothing can exist - not even undeads.
I must admit, a pretty drastic way, but sadly the only one.
But this is madness!
N'Gai... Y'Hah... N'Ha Gheaa... Bugg-Shoggog... Yog-Sothoth, Yog-Sothoth! Shub-Nuggurath!
it's true!
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We must stop him!
AARGH!
-KRCH!-
Nygotha... Tsa-Thoggua... Nyarlathotep... Ithaqua... Zoth-ommog... Cthulhu!
Charles!
Aah
You bastard!
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-PROCK-
Yog-Sothoth!
Free!
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The edifice of the universe collapsed...
and it was waste and empty again.