Post by The Anarchist on May 30, 2017 4:25:33 GMT -5
Home - Night
This was a place formed from the darkest recesses of my mind. Bodies lay strewn in the soil. The blood that once was pumping, now rested in the oranges. Their souls housed inside of the apples.
The trees feasted. In return they gave a bountiful sustenance with fresh fruit. Fruit that enabled gradual psychological changes upon consumption.
It was as if society was being picked off like livestock and delivered wholesale as an offering. The property, Labyrinth Grove, as I named it, came with its own quirks and maintenance. And I was the appointed caretaker.
Darkness there and nothing more.
That’s what swallowed me whole as I entered the orchard. The hidden path had no direction. It was a straight walk into…
“Seromiiine!”
The cackle called my name once again. The smell of decay assaulted my sense of smell. They were nearing me.
“Seromine!”
“Over here, preacher!”
I felt as if I was surrounded. The voices. Their voices. Each one had enough of a chill that when they requested your audience, it raised every follicle you had. The temperature in the dark felt like a morgue. I couldn’t see anything, anywhere. Except for my breath.
“...Seromine...”
The final time my name was spoke. It was the most pleasant of them all. Which told me it didn’t come from malevolent hosts. I spun around.
She lay there. Hovering in the air. Arms and legs restrained by leather straps. Details of an altar began filing in like an etch-a-sketch. Stone carvings of scripture begin showing themselves.
A fig leaf had been placed over her genitals. Long coils of bright pink hair hid her breasts. Her skin was slowly draining of its color. She called my name again. But not whole. It came as a gurgle. Her throat sliced open with the skill of a butcher. Ear to ear and deep enough to nearly be a decapitation. She flailed as if she were a fish out of water. Oxygen was depleting.
Another swift incision to her person.
I watch as her hair gets yanked up. Clamped in the middle from an unseen someone holding it. A sinister laugh provided the soundtrack to her scalping. As the pink trophy was being pulled away, her eyes rolled in the back of her head. More wounds. Each getting deeper and deeper with the sound a watermelon makes when cut.
Her blood was flowing off of the altar now. It filled in the shape of stairs.
“A sacrifice!”
Darkness there and nothing more.
“Praise SEROMINE! Praise the LORD!”
Candlelight torches started to appear. One by one, until there were eight in total. Forming a circle around me were my followers. They began to sway oddly. While doing so, they professed their unwavering loyalty to me. Bowing their heads in prayer, incantations were spoke.
The hidden trail was beginning to have colors refracted onto it. A circular stained glass window hung in the air like a saturated moon. My followers walked the edges of the trail, motioning for me to follow them. We walked but it felt like no advancement was being made.
“...Seromine...”
I didn’t have to move anywhere this time. He began coming into view like a Cheshire cat. Head. Torso. Limbs. A fig leaf hid his genitals as well. Sticking out of him were the very hatpins he had used against not only me, but former enemies. These were abnormally large hatpins. Thin spears would be a better description. And the drug was dripping from each puncture. He looked like a human pin cushion. Had absinthe been used to subdue both of them?
Like with her, his violent ends were giving me the joy joy joy joy, down in my heart.
His top hat and coat were discarded off to the side like trash. The former was crushed. A black apple sat on top with a normal sized hatpin skewering through. The latter was ravaged as if wild animals had got to it.
His magic couldn’t save him now. Purple smoke dissipated as his garish self was barely able to face me. That same etch-a-sketch effect began filling in the details of a cross, plus thick spikes in the hands and feet. A crown of thorns whooshed from out of nowhere and drilled itself DEEP into the magician’s skull!
His cries of agony were falling on dear ears as the crown embeds itself. Tufts of orange hair sprouted where it could. Crimson masked his face. It also dripped from his hands and leaked from his feet.
He was officially crucified for my glory.
“Seromiiine!”
No sooner did I turn than a slithering serpent was released. Emerald green in color, it hissed as it found me. It spun around my right leg. My waist. Behind my back and finally around my neck. Soon I was face to face with the hypnotic beast.
There was a sudden burning sensation with pain right behind. The serpent had transformed into a dagger and plunged itself into my chest, dropping me to my knees. I reached out to my followers for help. They remained still in the flickering candlelight.
“Praise SEROMINE! Praise the LORD!” they chanted in unison.
My muscles constricted and soon I felt as if I were going through violent convulsions. A streaking white spirit emitted out of me to the heavens above. Screams of horror cracked my throat. Serenity wasn’t far. Shrieking souls careened their way inside of me. I could feel the very essences of evil reconfiguring my organs and turning my soul black.
My strength was returning ten fold. The serpent wound cartelized.
“Rise, Seromiiine.”
And there they were. Emerging from the dark were the Trinity Mothers. Their masks of the Zebra, Eagle and Kangaroo had seen better days. The trio were dead and had been for some time. They weren’t much taller than any of us, but felt like it.
“The tormentor has become the tormented!”
I turned my head around to see him barely clinging to life.
“Seromiiine” The vocal was from Veratrum, the bearer of the Zebra mask. “He is not alone. The world, Seromine, the world is full of tormentors!”
A skeletal hand popped from around my blind side and cupped my chin. Flesh was scarce. But it was there. Rotted, but there. I could feel the rest of her remains dance around me until I was face to face with Henbane. The bearer of the Eagle mask.
“The world needs to be reduced to ash!” I had no idea what any of these figures looked like in life and could use my imagination to guess as to what remained under the lifeless masks. She cocked her head to the side and remained still.
“They did this to us. To you. To them. We can give you the POWER, Seromiiine!”
Behind the Kangaroo mask, Delphinium requested my attention. The trio circled with my followers behind them. “We can give you the power to unleash what lies behind the seven seals...” the laugh of banshees followed the sudden reveal.
“You...what?” I was at a confused crossroads. “Tell me.”
A quick decision. The ghastly trio moved away from me. Before they returned to the shadows, their answer was one word:
"Soon."
My followers looked at me and in unison, turned their heads around towards the man on the cross. I watch as Destiny walks past him, dressed as a nun. Malice was behind her smile. She gave me a quick kiss and passes the bible. She thumbs through the pages and points to a passage. A quick glance and it was time to recite.
“Revelation, Chapter Nineteen, Verse Eleven. I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war.”
She flips to another with giddiness.
“Revelation, Chapter Twenty-One, Verse Eight. But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars—they will be cosigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death.”
“One more my love. One more!”
“Revelation, Chapter One, Verse Eighteen...”
I paused upon scanning the words. I could feel Destiny tugging on me as she puts a hand over mine. My eyes were now shifting a cold, unflinching stare at my sworn enemy.
“I am the living One; I was dead, and now look, I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades.”
Darkness there and nothing more.
Until HE goes up in flames! I watched his skin cook and boil. My arms extend outward as parts of his flesh fall like snowflakes. I hear myself laughing at his execution. A wicked laugh. These were necessities. God laid out their fates in his holy book.
Darkness melted around me. Everyone melted around me. It was like watching wax drip as candles burn down their lifespan. Streaks of bright light dashed by and through me. More and more until…
Reality.
My eyes flutter open to see my concerned wife trying her best to wake me. The moment she saw this, she was hugging me as tight as humanly possible.
“Oh thank god, you’re alright! I don’t know what that bastard has in those hatpins. But--”
I interrupted.
“Wait. What?”
Once she loosened up I looked around my surroundings. I was in bed. My children were gathered at the foot. They wasted little time in coming over to give hugs of their own.
“You were out for quite a long while. You said you that you needed to go lay down. Nathan is going to pay, Jason.”
Everything had been a vivid dream. Unless...it wasn’t.
“Yes. Yes he is, my love. Fu...” I had to watch my language “those hatpins are potent...One? Ok. No big deal. But THREE?!”
It was slowly returning to me. One of us was going to crucify the other. My lone purpose for entering the battle royal was to get my hands on him. For nearly ten months I had carried the International Title. Now I had the chance to unify it with the North American. Every single person he sacrificed in order to avoid me had finally ended.
Nathan Saniti was going to meet his demise.
But at what cost?
This was a place formed from the darkest recesses of my mind. Bodies lay strewn in the soil. The blood that once was pumping, now rested in the oranges. Their souls housed inside of the apples.
The trees feasted. In return they gave a bountiful sustenance with fresh fruit. Fruit that enabled gradual psychological changes upon consumption.
It was as if society was being picked off like livestock and delivered wholesale as an offering. The property, Labyrinth Grove, as I named it, came with its own quirks and maintenance. And I was the appointed caretaker.
Darkness there and nothing more.
That’s what swallowed me whole as I entered the orchard. The hidden path had no direction. It was a straight walk into…
“Seromiiine!”
The cackle called my name once again. The smell of decay assaulted my sense of smell. They were nearing me.
“Seromine!”
“Over here, preacher!”
I felt as if I was surrounded. The voices. Their voices. Each one had enough of a chill that when they requested your audience, it raised every follicle you had. The temperature in the dark felt like a morgue. I couldn’t see anything, anywhere. Except for my breath.
“...Seromine...”
The final time my name was spoke. It was the most pleasant of them all. Which told me it didn’t come from malevolent hosts. I spun around.
She lay there. Hovering in the air. Arms and legs restrained by leather straps. Details of an altar began filing in like an etch-a-sketch. Stone carvings of scripture begin showing themselves.
A fig leaf had been placed over her genitals. Long coils of bright pink hair hid her breasts. Her skin was slowly draining of its color. She called my name again. But not whole. It came as a gurgle. Her throat sliced open with the skill of a butcher. Ear to ear and deep enough to nearly be a decapitation. She flailed as if she were a fish out of water. Oxygen was depleting.
Another swift incision to her person.
I watch as her hair gets yanked up. Clamped in the middle from an unseen someone holding it. A sinister laugh provided the soundtrack to her scalping. As the pink trophy was being pulled away, her eyes rolled in the back of her head. More wounds. Each getting deeper and deeper with the sound a watermelon makes when cut.
Her blood was flowing off of the altar now. It filled in the shape of stairs.
“A sacrifice!”
Darkness there and nothing more.
“Praise SEROMINE! Praise the LORD!”
Candlelight torches started to appear. One by one, until there were eight in total. Forming a circle around me were my followers. They began to sway oddly. While doing so, they professed their unwavering loyalty to me. Bowing their heads in prayer, incantations were spoke.
The hidden trail was beginning to have colors refracted onto it. A circular stained glass window hung in the air like a saturated moon. My followers walked the edges of the trail, motioning for me to follow them. We walked but it felt like no advancement was being made.
“...Seromine...”
I didn’t have to move anywhere this time. He began coming into view like a Cheshire cat. Head. Torso. Limbs. A fig leaf hid his genitals as well. Sticking out of him were the very hatpins he had used against not only me, but former enemies. These were abnormally large hatpins. Thin spears would be a better description. And the drug was dripping from each puncture. He looked like a human pin cushion. Had absinthe been used to subdue both of them?
Like with her, his violent ends were giving me the joy joy joy joy, down in my heart.
His top hat and coat were discarded off to the side like trash. The former was crushed. A black apple sat on top with a normal sized hatpin skewering through. The latter was ravaged as if wild animals had got to it.
His magic couldn’t save him now. Purple smoke dissipated as his garish self was barely able to face me. That same etch-a-sketch effect began filling in the details of a cross, plus thick spikes in the hands and feet. A crown of thorns whooshed from out of nowhere and drilled itself DEEP into the magician’s skull!
His cries of agony were falling on dear ears as the crown embeds itself. Tufts of orange hair sprouted where it could. Crimson masked his face. It also dripped from his hands and leaked from his feet.
He was officially crucified for my glory.
“Seromiiine!”
No sooner did I turn than a slithering serpent was released. Emerald green in color, it hissed as it found me. It spun around my right leg. My waist. Behind my back and finally around my neck. Soon I was face to face with the hypnotic beast.
There was a sudden burning sensation with pain right behind. The serpent had transformed into a dagger and plunged itself into my chest, dropping me to my knees. I reached out to my followers for help. They remained still in the flickering candlelight.
“Praise SEROMINE! Praise the LORD!” they chanted in unison.
My muscles constricted and soon I felt as if I were going through violent convulsions. A streaking white spirit emitted out of me to the heavens above. Screams of horror cracked my throat. Serenity wasn’t far. Shrieking souls careened their way inside of me. I could feel the very essences of evil reconfiguring my organs and turning my soul black.
My strength was returning ten fold. The serpent wound cartelized.
“Rise, Seromiiine.”
And there they were. Emerging from the dark were the Trinity Mothers. Their masks of the Zebra, Eagle and Kangaroo had seen better days. The trio were dead and had been for some time. They weren’t much taller than any of us, but felt like it.
“The tormentor has become the tormented!”
I turned my head around to see him barely clinging to life.
“Seromiiine” The vocal was from Veratrum, the bearer of the Zebra mask. “He is not alone. The world, Seromine, the world is full of tormentors!”
A skeletal hand popped from around my blind side and cupped my chin. Flesh was scarce. But it was there. Rotted, but there. I could feel the rest of her remains dance around me until I was face to face with Henbane. The bearer of the Eagle mask.
“The world needs to be reduced to ash!” I had no idea what any of these figures looked like in life and could use my imagination to guess as to what remained under the lifeless masks. She cocked her head to the side and remained still.
“They did this to us. To you. To them. We can give you the POWER, Seromiiine!”
Behind the Kangaroo mask, Delphinium requested my attention. The trio circled with my followers behind them. “We can give you the power to unleash what lies behind the seven seals...” the laugh of banshees followed the sudden reveal.
“You...what?” I was at a confused crossroads. “Tell me.”
A quick decision. The ghastly trio moved away from me. Before they returned to the shadows, their answer was one word:
"Soon."
My followers looked at me and in unison, turned their heads around towards the man on the cross. I watch as Destiny walks past him, dressed as a nun. Malice was behind her smile. She gave me a quick kiss and passes the bible. She thumbs through the pages and points to a passage. A quick glance and it was time to recite.
“Revelation, Chapter Nineteen, Verse Eleven. I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war.”
She flips to another with giddiness.
“Revelation, Chapter Twenty-One, Verse Eight. But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars—they will be cosigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death.”
“One more my love. One more!”
“Revelation, Chapter One, Verse Eighteen...”
I paused upon scanning the words. I could feel Destiny tugging on me as she puts a hand over mine. My eyes were now shifting a cold, unflinching stare at my sworn enemy.
“I am the living One; I was dead, and now look, I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades.”
Darkness there and nothing more.
Until HE goes up in flames! I watched his skin cook and boil. My arms extend outward as parts of his flesh fall like snowflakes. I hear myself laughing at his execution. A wicked laugh. These were necessities. God laid out their fates in his holy book.
Darkness melted around me. Everyone melted around me. It was like watching wax drip as candles burn down their lifespan. Streaks of bright light dashed by and through me. More and more until…
Reality.
My eyes flutter open to see my concerned wife trying her best to wake me. The moment she saw this, she was hugging me as tight as humanly possible.
“Oh thank god, you’re alright! I don’t know what that bastard has in those hatpins. But--”
I interrupted.
“Wait. What?”
Once she loosened up I looked around my surroundings. I was in bed. My children were gathered at the foot. They wasted little time in coming over to give hugs of their own.
“You were out for quite a long while. You said you that you needed to go lay down. Nathan is going to pay, Jason.”
Everything had been a vivid dream. Unless...it wasn’t.
“Yes. Yes he is, my love. Fu...” I had to watch my language “those hatpins are potent...One? Ok. No big deal. But THREE?!”
It was slowly returning to me. One of us was going to crucify the other. My lone purpose for entering the battle royal was to get my hands on him. For nearly ten months I had carried the International Title. Now I had the chance to unify it with the North American. Every single person he sacrificed in order to avoid me had finally ended.
Nathan Saniti was going to meet his demise.
But at what cost?