Introducing Moloch – A Descent into the Shadows
“The children are no longer your concern,” he said. “They belong to Moloch now. Moloch likes the taste of children.” “Where are they?” I said. He waved his hand dismissively. “They’re right here on Toro Key, but you’re too late to stop the ritual.”
― Jeff Lindsay, Dexter in the Dark
There comes a point where the hunger for success outweighs the fear of what it takes to get there. Moloch is that journey—an unflinching gaze into the abyss of ambition, where the line between creation and possession blurs, and the cost of genius is never truly understood until it’s far too late.
This is not just a horror story. It’s an invocation. A slow, creeping descent into something far older than nightmares, something that lingers in the spaces between reality and delirium. A struggling writer, a voice in the dark, and a deal that cannot be undone. At first, it seems like fortune has finally turned in his favour. But shadows do not give without taking.
Fame is a fickle thing. The stories that sell are never the ones you want to tell.
As a taste of what’s to come, here’s a single line from the darkest moment in Moloch:
“You thought it was yours—the talent, the words, the fire that made them worship you—but listen now. Do you hear it? The silence where your voice used to be?”
Moloch is coming. You’ve been warned.