The Yellow King moves quietly through the woods, he feels comforted by the familiar terrain. He can see the flickers of the fire and the shadows dancing in the illumination of the flame. The shadows of mans thoughts seemed to always lengthen in the shadows for the fire. He stopped right before he arrived to the clearing. He watched as several men stood around the fire, while another laid tied and bound next to them on the ground. Its soul appearing to hover over the body in anticipation of what is to come in the very near future.

Stopping to think about what brought him here, he recalls the thoughts vividly flowing into his mind.  It was quite the paradox, or shall I say it was Paradox.  She found me, showed me the way of her lifestyle, in turn we in Carcosa had a lot to offer as well. What we do is not crime, but our drive, our following, our reason to be here.
It just so happen that what we do fits in perfectly with the life of criminals. 

Stepping from the shadows, the men turn and face him.

Take off your masks. We will all lay our disguises aside.

The yellow king removes his horned mask, in the shape of antlers twisted by the devil himself.  Supreme, Nectar, and chain smoker all followed suit slowly removing their masks, giving the yellow king a nod.

It is strange how far we have come with the help of Paradox and her great city, even stranger still is I can never forget Carcosa, where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the lake of Hali;  my mind will bear forever the memory of the Pallid Mask.

Brothers, we are gifted with a great opportunity and sign of respect from our Sister, our Leader Paradox. With great rewards we must offer great sacrifices.

Supreme and Nectar drag the bound woman to her feet, as chain smoker hands over a roughly forged knife to the Yellow King. He stares into the woman's essence through her eyes before  asking her if she has she seen The Yellow Sign. 

Her muffled screams, heard on no ears ever again, however her body displayed in honor of the Yellow King the following morning are seen by all eyes. Eyes that have yet to see the yellow sign, souls that have never graced Carcosa.

Nectars body remains motionless, while his soul errupted through the flames of the fire. He stared at the victims body through his mask, without a single motion from any fiber of his body. The stillness of it all, blanketed by the dancing fire, made it evident to the bound and gagged woman that there was no life left here. 

His frozen demeanor quickly diminished with the Yellow Kings arrival. He removed his own rough mask, fresh cuts marked on his face by the jagged ridges both inside and out. He felt a warm trail of blood slid down from above his eye, down his cheek. He yearned to taste it, but knew this was not the time. 

He took the opposite side of the woman from Supreme and raised the lamb to her feet. The amount of blood that would be flowing from her soon-to-be wound would be extravagant compared to the mere trickle that was already starting to dry and leave trails on his face. What a lucky bitch, he thought to himself.  



 

EdSheeran sees the man in yellow introduce himself the the crowds and set up his very own Establishment he notices all the people shaking hands and decides to go over.

Congratulations King, I expect to see great things come out of Seattle and don't think you will let us down 

EdSheeran strums a few notes on his guitar before fading out in the distance

Congratulations old friend. We go way back and I am sure you will do great job there in Seattle. 

Live long and prosper!

chain_smoker stood silent with Supreme and Nectar as the mysterious gray fog rolled in around them. His eyes were fixated on the YellowKing as he slowly removed his mask.  He felt a sense of honor and loyalty as he stood beside his brother's as the black stars rose and the moons circled the skies. He struggled to suppress the primal scream that was deep inside him begging to be released during this ritual. The night was silent, but if the thoughts of the men standing before the Yellow King could be heard below the black sky, the words "Long Live Carcosa," would be deafening.