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The Church

A lone figure trod down the empty street, her single burden pressing against her side hip annoyingly, sweat glistened on her face and frustratingly she wiped it off. It was hot. The figure glanced down a shadowy ally as she saw something move in the corner of her eye. she did not know why she had been chosen to deliver her cursed package to the man in the church, only that if she didn’t a lot of people were going to die quite horribly.

“like old man parker did” she shuddered as she tried to banish the thought of the old mans corpse hanging from the front of the court house, but the site of the blood dripping down from the skinless body was burned into her memory as she hung their screaming as he begged to be released from his suffering.

She brushed a tear from her cheek and hurried onward towards the church. As it came into view she gasped at the changes that had been made; the walls bulged outward as if trying to contain a foul contents which no sane man could safely describe, the walls itself had a plentiful layer of clear slime which had leaked from in between the wooden panels. The windows were blackened and cracked and the stain glass windows which had once held pictures of angels and of the dear virgin Mary were twisted into a foul representation of demons chasing a defiled and naked woman through a maze of spikes.

The girl made a sign of the cross and stepped in front of the door. Petrified she knelt on the sun warmed pavement and murmured the lords prayer, in the back of her mind a voice whispered dark thoughts: “there is no God, only the book, bring us the book!” the voice hissed. The girl ignored the whispers within her head and continued her prayer in the heat, the girl slowly got up off her knees and unwrapped the plastic bag; within the bag was a large book, the cover was bound in a wrinkly leather which she could not identify the book looked plain yet felt as if its contents would surly destroy what was left of her sanity.

The two large doors of the church flung open spraying a coating of slime into the air and a horrid smell rose from within the building and fouled the air with it’s presence. The girl gave a start when the doors crashed opened and bile rose to her mouth as the smell hit her. She dropped the book and started to vomit, a hissing laughter entered her ears as she continued to empty her stomach of any and all things within it. “Bring me the book child and the town shall be spared” a muffled voice commanded her from within the bowls of the desecrated church, the girl wiped her mouth from the filth and picked up the book and wiped the slime from it, she shuddered as she tried to shake the stuff off her hand.

Within the church was a nightmare no man or woman was meant to witness. The walls were covered with living slimy flesh of people who had been foolish enough to try and fight the man within the church, within the center of the church was rows of benches of which were covered with a thick layer of blood, entrails and the occasionally topped off with a head or two.

At the back of the church was the alter and a man who sat upon it as if it were a throne, the girl moved closer towards the man and saw that his eyes had been gouged from his head leaving large hollow sockets filled with puss and blood. Blood glistened on his face as if it were sweat, slowly he extended his which was but a stump and spoke a single word “Book!” he gargled blood and slime spilled from his lips.

The girl walked slowly up between the rows of benches trying to ignore the fleshy sounds the carpet was making as she walked upon it, she place the book upon his lap and a gurgle of joy rose from his mouth spilling more blood onto his face “At last I have the Necronomicon, now the Old Ones shall rise from their slumber and take their bounty of flesh, as promised the town shall be spared but the people, are another matter.” The man laughed as the girl ran from the church screaming, the echo of laughter followed her out from that horror of flesh and bone…

The Herald hath come

Darkness fell over the world, one city after another plummeted into its embrace. One after another each person fell into their patterns of sleep and dream, darkness being a primal fear of all humanity, yet it was the most personal, some were enveloped within it.  Comforted within their own dark little world, others felt strangled, The fear grasped and choked them like a killer. Others it talked to them; whispered untold truths and lies into the depths of their soul, caressing them like a mother or lover, promises told willingly in whispers and hidden smiles.

This is how it ended, the human race put up little of a fight most never knew what had befallen or even if they had awoken. Within the turn of one night humanity knelt down, laid onto the floor and gave up without as much as a breath. Some would say the world was better off, others would weep over what was the passing, The animals and the wind ceased to move or make a sound, it was as if a light switch had been turned off and the last person out of the building had closed the door and went home for the night. All was still.

It crept over the land, the Darkness. One after another it touched a body, some slightly others were engulfed then it went on to the next. Looking at this pitch black one would see no form, it was not a cloud or of anything that could be described by humans, looking into it would be as Niezche had said about looking into an abysses, formless and soulless. one after another it placed it self on hand, foot and head. It was in no rush, the world could wait.

Leisurely moving along the color seemed to drain out of the surrounding leaving even the most vivid of flowers grain and drained. Slowly shape had begun to form in the cloud as it moved, at first it gained height and it grew thin. out of its nothingness limbs formed. First feet; upon which it stood on the cracked colorless ground. Then a powerful set of arms appeared each perfectly formed yet with not a wrinkle or feature to discern its identity.

The body came next, sucking up the black it grew definitively male, yet no genitals or other discerning features. Next came the head, the horrid visage many would look on yet remember very little. Its features were blank. No eyes, nose, ears, mouth or hair.

It was blank, it began walking and slowly touching each body as if to rouse it. ever so slightly a person would slowly get up, as if from a deep sleep. first a hand would come up and lay itself over their eyes, then slowly it would sit up as if groggy, after awhile they being would stand up and walk behind the being. Eyes still closed. after a short time a mob formed after him. Then a crowd, the whole mass of people followed him on his walk, each of them eyes unopened and not a sound came from them save the plodding of their feet.

After some time the being and his followers had covered some distance the crowd had become unending, countless people had joined his ranks, all of the appeared with eyes closed, as if waiting for something, The being stopped, the atmosphere seemed tense, he turned and faced the throng of people who had been following him. He turned around and faced them. All at ones they opened their eyes, a stygian blackness flowed out of them. The Herald had come home.