The Curse of the MogDark

Charles and Daniel MogDark. Immortal since 1055, our age etched into our bones like a cruel joke of fate. We don’t die. We don’t age. Instead, we’re condemned to see and relive every human atrocity: meticulous murders, endless wars, blasphemous rituals, possessions, disappearances. Nothing escapes our eyes.

And if we choose silence… those visions don’t leave. They writhe, twist, consume us from within. Our only relief is to speak them. To turn them into words to hold them at bay. Not out of mercy. Not for redemption. Only to soothe the curse burning beneath our skin.

This channel is our dim-lit chamber where we recount what others prefer to forget. Where every story leaves scars, even on those who only listen. Stay if you wish. No one forces you. But don’t say you weren’t warned: what you hear here won’t leave you untouched in the dark. Such is the price of knowing. Such is the pact of the MogDark.

Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen.