“Creator,” Benny approached my side. His voice was low and eerie, “this is the ritual they are talking about. They were trying to summon the demons from the depths of hell.” He pointed out to the circle drawn on the ground, there were symbols and words written inside of the pattern.
I let out a puff of my cigar as my eyes widen from his answer. While there is nothing notable in this empty rocky room with the exception of corpses lying around, I am sure enough that there is more than nothing in this place.
“Can you translate those symbols and words?” I walked closer to the large circle of the pentagram, intently studying the strange writing and the design that was carved onto the floor.
“Yes, this is a spell to call a inconceivable demon from the underworld; it is a dark magic used by witches and warlocks. This is a ritual of summoning, calling forth the spirit of darkness to this world—the ancient art that was once practiced in our ancestors’ time-“
Give me a break already, “what is the point of telling me all these things if you don’t know how to read it yourself?!” My anger rises from deep within, and it was burning hotter and stronger with every word that came out of my mouth.
He bowed in apologetic, “sorry for my ramblings, creator. What it actually imply is that the cultists are needed to sacrifice a huge offering to the dark spirits of the underworld; blood and flesh are required to appease the dark forces that are summoned from the underworld. The more offerings they give, the more powerful the entity will become. It is hence why these creatures are summoned,” Benny explained.
Dark forces? I thought ‘The Serpentine Cult’ worshiped just a singular unholy entity, which is the devil itself? Yet, these cultists need to offer more sacrifices for other spirits that is supposedly linked to him or his domain.
Something is not adding up here and I am going to discover the truth about this matter.
“Is there anything else in this shithole?” I asked myself, my question came with retaliation. A chill ran down my spine; corpses and blood that were scattered around us are beginning to rapidly drag themselves onto the pentagram as I quickly take step back near the stairs.
The hell is going on?
“Benny? What is happening?!” I demanded, feeling the air grow colder from the sudden appearance of the dead bodies and blood being dragged towards the center of the pentagram. They are not moving like zombies, but more similar to insects that crawled from the earth or slugs that moved with their own instinct.
He emotionlessly replied, “error, error. Unknown threat detected,” Benny said in a panic. The red light on top of his head blinked frantically in response to single out how dangerous this is going to be.
“Shit, shit!” frighteningly cussing out in my distressing voice as the corpse began to crawl its way to the edge of the pentagram. With each second that passed, the number of the dead that is crawling into the circle increased.
For what it appears to be from horror movie, a melted blob of organs and blood is oozing from the ground, slowly rising to the surface until it reaches the height of a monstrous giant, humanoid with a grotesque body.
With a disgusting sound of wet gurgling, the creature is now standing tall and straight as if it was a real human. It’s very appearance defy the rules of nature, a mind-shatteringly terrifying sight to behold that would cause any sane human to go mad. Its face is a mixture of a human, a gorilla, a bat and a snake.
Its mouth is filled with sharp fangs and it was drooling, blood dripping down the sides of its thick lips like a rabid dog. The thing is over 30 feet tall and yet, it is still capable of being alive at it is disgusting display.
That is impossible, this cannot be real. How can something like this possible exist? Monsters that are out of this world, these things are not supposed to exist!
It is too much; it is too absurd—it is beyond comprehension that this is really happening in front of my eyes!
My eyes widened, it is facing at me, I delicately grind my teeth in pure horror and fear. My knees trembled and hands are shaking uncontrollably as if they are about to crumble. There are no words in the world to describe this moment. All that is left are to scream of terror and anguish that is only heard in nightmares.
No!
I accidentally dropped the cigar, gritting my teeth harder while refusing the fear to take over me. I won’t let this monster get the best of me, I will prevail to the very last of my breath if it means to keep myself alive. To hell with the consequences, it is better than doing nothing.
I will survive…
“Benny! I order you to-“
My final sentence did not came out fast enough, the moment this monster moved, time and space warped around it, resulting in my surroundings being distorted. Time is moving faster and slower simultaneously; everything was ceasing to exist into oblivion, including the tin can beside my shoulder.
So I went up the massive stairs as fast as I can while the thing followed me, the sounds of footsteps were echoing in the stairway. I finally reached the top floor and outside this cavern, expecting to be back in the wilderness.
However, to my horror; the cultists were waiting for me and the worst part in all of these was that my unconsciousness companions were being held as hostage by these lunatics and madmen.When I immediately sense the giant abomination from behind men, these cultists bowed while I just stand here, frozen in defeat and hopelessness from the turn of events. Then the incomprehensible monster slowly walked towards them, ignoring me completely.
A few cultists approached towards my direction, grabbing me by the shoulders to be brought with the rest of the group. Just from a moment burst of my perseverance had quickly shuttered when I saw my friends being defeated by these outnumbering opponents; they are holding them with ropes and chains.
I could have run away from it earlier, but what is the point of doing that? They would already be dead, so why not join the party and die together, fighting to our deaths like real heroes should do.
The strangest part is the moment this monster came out of the cave, time and space was back to it’s normal state. Was it because it is capable of utilizing whatever abilities it has? Probably that is true. but the question remains—what is the purpose of this monster, especially the cultists and ritual that was put in motion in a place like this?
The monster then spoke in an alien language to the rest of the madmen, “Hail to the Great One!” A few of the cultists started to kneel and bow before this creature. One of them even start to sing a song of praise to this thing, “Oh great master, please let us be your slaves, we will follow all of your orders and commands.”
One by one, they undressed themselves, singing and praising around the monster in ritualistic dance as the sky began to grow darker and the warm sun turned into eclipse, reality around me felt like it’s crumbling and melting.Out of my corner in the eyes, a crazed mutant brought himself onto an unconscious Eve, watching in horror as the man grabbed her; removing off all of her clothes, revealing nothing but her pale white flesh.
“Let go of everything…” the familiar voices entered my mind, “let go of your humanity…” demonic laughter emitted all around me as the world begin to crumble at a slow and steady pace. Reality was becoming distorted and twisted, the ground was shaking violently, the stars above was growing dimmer and the eclipse was starting to bleeding. The air was filled with an overwhelming smell of sulfur.
Hopeless, despair and pain was overwhelming for me to the point that I could not hold it any longer, “I don’t want to die!” I yelled out my answer in agony, unanticipated resulted all my human senses to be turned off.
My body…my body is beginning to shift and morph into something as my clothes are rapidly torn to shreds. the voices of boy, man and woman were cackling to the background. It is to much, to much of everything, to much of the pain and despair that plagued me. All of it is too much to bear.
As if the world has suddenly come to its end. Everyone stopped and stared at me in awe, my limbs were morphing at a rapid speed, the laughter of a demonic and unholy choir can be heard from afar; while the cold winds blow around me.
