"Holy shit!" I called out
as the entire panel fell into the fireplace, and I myself fell in with it. I
could hear Bill jogging up to me. I pulled myself up grabbing my hat from the
floor surveying the room I exposed. It was lit by a weird greenish light
emanating from the stone walls. The entire place was full of weird symbols
engraved on the eerily lit walls, and the room reverberated with chanting. I
could hear the shouting upstairs halt as the chanting got louder. I winced like
I had in the upstairs hallway from the mental blast and constant murmuring of
the voices. Bill helped my up and I replaced my fedora. The pair of us walked
further into the room. The place screamed at me, as if I'd seen something like
it before.
"Why does this all seem so
familiar?" I heard Bill mumble from behind me. He walked ahead of me,
rubbing his hands on the symbol laden walls. The stone called out to us, as if
we had returned to something that we had been too before, but not in a
lifetime. But unlike a home town, this felt more like we were walking into the
hands of doom itself, as if we were escaped mental patients returning to the
asylum we had run from so long ago. 'Home' with a menacing caretaker, a silent
promise of a dead eternity. I could hear Bill mumbling a passage from Psalms as
he ran his hands across the stone, his handgun held firmly in his grip. I
continued ahead of Bill, finding my way to a staircase of similar stone. I
waved Bill over, and both us preceded down, the sounds of sirens drowned out
by the shouting of chanting as we went deeper down into the sanctum. Here we
entered a grand room, support beams from the house the only normal pieces of
architecture in the room. The room was filled with the stone shaped into weird
altars and alien geometries. The floor was a kind of black marble with flecks
of red in it, reminiscent of classical interpretations of the floors of Hell
itself. The ceiling of the room was wide, an in the center a huge mural of
gigantic eye dominating an otherworldly plane, hundreds of humanoid beasts
blotting out the sky, and a frightfully huge "king" creature with the
wings of a dragon and the face of God itself commanding a insane amount of
power in the room. It's waste was submerged by a blood red sea of screaming men
and women, creatures human and inhuman. The demonic center piece creature's
eyes were thick rubies, and it glared at us and the rest of the room
simultaneously. The whispering chants reached a crescendo now and my mind
screamed against the insanity of just looking at the beast in front of me. I
flicked safety off an my pistol. Looking directly at those eyes I felt every
bit of my humanity eating away and falling apart. All that is holy seemed to be
gone in those eyes, and the insane gibbering chant that filled my mind spoke of
ancient bargains and commanding powers so great the thought made one's mind
scream in vain to reclaim it's blissful ignorance. The eyes dripped with blood,
and it landed in a basin in the center of the room. The stench of the room
filled my nostrils, but I could barely understand it. The minions depicted in
the mural were as horrifying as the beast pictured. Creatures with nightmarish
wings like the Demonic Prince, and blobs of molten blood forming out of the
water, reaching out with the limbs of and torn flesh of the deceased. Eyes were
forming on it in strange places. The mural seemed to shutter and my legs
wobbled. I needed to look away from the beast's bloodied eyes, but I couldn't.
"By God, what is this
place?" Bill asked, his jaw dropping as he looked around the room. I tore
myself away from the eyes gasping for air. I looked to where Bill was looking,
an altar with a man strapped to it. He squirmed pathetically, never screaming.
He didn't seem quite alive. It was as if his body just quivered alone of it's
own volition.
"We have to leave..." I
said, approaching the body, curiously terrified by what I seen. The man's face
was a grimace, his eyes cut out and his chest a gaping hole. My mind screamed
at the horror of the poor man. I looked away towards Bill, we was looking at
the body as well, moving to stand beside me, "We have to leave!" I
said, trying to force my legs to carry me from this horrible place. Bill lifted
his handgun and fired one shot in the dying man's head.
"Rest." Bill said, he
hunched down. My mind shrieked. And Bill blanched. The pair of us looked down
at the body. The man was dead, but he started to bleed into the stone floor. I
could hear grating stone and this wicked cracking sound. Screaming and air rushed
into my ears, and my blood boiled. The blood of the man seeped into the floor,
and the screaming of the chant got louder and louder.
"God, what have you
done?!" I screamed at Bill grabbing him. Briefly in my insanity and rage I
imagined strangling him, my mind screaming 'SACRIFICE', Bill looked at me with
cold eyes for just a second, before they flashed to a dazed and confused glare.
Then I heard the most terrifying
thing in my entire life. A shriek from behind us, Bill and I turned. Time
seemed to slow at the beast's approach. It had a large head, black as the
night, tendrils where it's mouth should be, and an emaciated ribcage and
spinal cord. It's arms ended three fingers tipped with red and brown claws,
dripping with a foul ichor. Behind the beast was a 'tear' a screaming gibbering
tear a doorway to a lake of blood, howling escaped and the foulest of stenches
leaked out of it. It shrieked again, I lifted my handgun and fired at it. It
took the 45. round without so much as a flinch, and though the creature was
man-sized it seemed impossibly tall. "THIS ISN'T REAL!" I screamed, I
felt everything make less sense to me. And yet it made more sense. This was our
fate. To perish by the hand of God itself, and one of it's 'Angels'.
"Fuck you!" Bill shouted
in utter defiance unloading several shots into it's head. It grabbed at us, I
pulled away, but it's grip too tight, it's hands burning my skin, Bill yelled
in pain as it dug it's claws into his chest pulling us towards the doorway into
the lake of blood. I screamed in rage and denial, my grip on reality loosening
I screamed out impossibilities and curses upon righteousness and Hell, firing
more bullets into it's arms. It screamed back with each hit. Now at the tear
the howling and stench filled my nose, the pain too great, my mind snapping. It
all made sense now. From birth to death we exist to serve the whims of those
stronger than us. Humans are nothing but cattle, cheap replaceable cattle. The
chant sounded like a merry tune, a promise of eternity. No! Not a promise, a
threat. It's isn't real!
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD" I
screamed at the top of my lungs kicking and thrashing. The world of the living,
all I loved slipped away. It wasn't real. It's a dream, the voices aren't real.
But it was real, and I couldn't escape it's grasp. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET
OUT! GET OUT!" My torment wouldn't cease, and I was pulled closer to
eternal damnation.
Now inside the portal, I could see
the black sky, raining blood and cinder. I screamed as Bill screamed. I pulled
away from the creature, that just dropped us. The ground before us was like the
floor of the room we had just left. Hard stone and jagged rock, and the air was
freezing cold, with cinder that burned as hit the skin and blood that boiled
and burned. Bill was pulled into the air by the creature. I didn't see him
fall, but I could hear the screaming. He dropped his gun, and I reached for it,
the pistol having more bullets than mine. The pistol I realized was my last
defense. One bullet to be kept for safety. In that moment of insanity, dying by
my hand was preferable to whatever was happening to account for the constant
tormented screams of these lost souls. Ahead of my was the lake of blood, with
a vast city of blasphemous shape and spiked Hellish towers, it was so far away,
but so easy to see. Mercy I called, mercy. Bill was gone, all I loved gone. I
couldn't describe the Hell I faced.
But why I wondered, was I still
alive? I lifted the pistol to fire at the beast, Bill now dead, his screams
drowned out by the millions of other screams. The creature turned to me, and
flew away, it's glistening black wings carrying it across the crimson lake.
Voices drowned out the screams now.
"You'll never die again, you'll
never be alone again, you'll always be here. You'll never be free again."
"You are ours."
"Nothing, you are
nothing!"
"Behold destiny. Behold
Infinity."
"Behold God" whispered a
commanding voice. I looked up, and at the edge of the city in the distance an
impossibly large demon with black wings and a huge demonic form, so
mind-rending it changed shape every time I blinked. It's mass turned to me. The
screaming resumed and wouldn't stop, chanting "TYROZUMEN TYROZUMEN
TYROZUMEN, He sleeps and wakes with the souls of the Damned." My eyes
burned and my skin screamed in pain as all around my burned with flame. I
pulled myself up and fired in desperation at the creature that landed beside
me, similar to the beast that dragged me here. It screamed in pain as I emptied
a clip into it's chest. The dreadful clicking of an empty clip. I threw the
pistol at it and I could hear a kind of dreadful laughter, grating on my now
broken sanity. Voices screamed in torment and endless pain. "Never be free
again." In pure defiance I lifted myself up. I knew the portal had shut. I
fired five more shots, knowing Bill only fired two from his pistol, which had
eight shots. The beast halted and shrieked, terrible bright red blood leaking
down it's black frame.
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING
HEAD!" I screamed in defiance, holding the gun up to my head. It advanced,
laughing again, I spat at it's face as it closed on me, and instead of killing
myself, I thrusted the pistol into it's tendrilled mouth, firing one shot in
it's mouth. It shrieked in pain as I punched at it's slimy and disgusting
body. It pushed my backwards, through the portal behind me. Just like that, the
gateway shut.
I collapsed on the floor, the
chanting gone. Terrible silence filling my shattered mind. It wasn't over. It
was still there. I could smell it. Hear it screaming at me. Hear it's promises.
I collapsed on the ground, and felt my mind slip away.