Angels Refuse To Speak Their Names: New Origins.


What lives within the frozen depths of space? Are there enigmatic creatures that humanity's wildest dreams couldn't conjure, aiding in our very existence? Or is it all a vast, unfathomable expanse that holds the secrets beyond our comprehension? Either way, there are those nameless things that only Heaven knows exist, shrouded in the mystery of their very existence...

Buried alive within the dark, frozen soil of the ninth planet, Pluto, the Nguor, sinful abominations who served Lucifer during the time of a great war, live out eternity through starvation and illness that can never be healed. These creatures, who once were a part of a divine purpose, have abandoned any sense of loyalty towards anyone or each other. Molded their corpse-like figures to mock God's finest creations, they take such pleasure in the vision of breaking and vomiting on Heaven's laws. It is unclear how long these creatures remained trapped in darkness, that is, until a research starship, The Recon 47-X, crash-lands on Pluto's frozen surface. Whose crew was unaware that they had broken Saint Michael's seal and awakened the Nguor...

This is a peek at the slumbering evil that serves as the scourge of fear in my upcoming sci-fi-horror short, Dead On Arrival. Brace yourself for a narrative that will keep you on the edge of your seat, as the crew of The Recon 47-X must navigate a terrifying new reality and face the consequences of their unwitting awakening.

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