Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26540829-20150630154017/@comment-26540829-20150701105520

It didn’t start as you would believe! With the sky turning coal black, balls of fire destroying everything, streets cracking, buildings crumbling, demons and monstrous beings killing left and right, a godly evil rising from the lowest circle of Hell and dragging all the poor souls in it.

Ohh no, there was nothing like that, that’s Hollywood.

I once heard this saying, I can’t quite remember where but I think explains perfectly the end times:

“A dawn will come,

To overcome

Nights fear of coming light.

The day will fail,

And nights prevail

An endless dark to come.”

I was living in a city, in the south-western part of England called Penzance on Lidden Road to the left side, as you walk from the main road near the sea, I had a nice house, open view to the Celtic Sea, brown roof, old greenish chimney, stone walls, and brick coverage for the first floor, simple yet a beautiful house.

It was a gloomy morning around 8 o’clock, a fog so thick that you could cut it with a knife. A storm was coming and thunders sang their songs from time to time. In the distance, the sky would illuminate by crimson red lightnings delivering their godly dance.

It was a stunning view and got me mesmerized, sitting on my rocking chair on the balcony, empty headed and eyes lost, looking to nothing until, something, caught my eye. The storm covered almost the entire visible horizon and it was approaching fast, but in the lightning riddled cloud that was like a smoldering piece of cotton, I could see it:

A dark shadow, it was distinguishable only because of its color, the purest black I have ever seen.

I was astonished; I’ve never seen anything like that! It was just a spherical black shadow, a “star” that the more I looked at it, a feeling of dread sparked in me, a unknown fear consumed me but at the same time, my curiosity just skyrocketed, I needed to know what that thing was but, as I was thinking about it, that object just started moving at an incredible speed, and landed in a park, near the main road, 100 meters from my home, on a long forgotten piece of land that was either a crowning or execution place.

I just got out of my house, ran near the main road, and was looking to see that black shape through the shattered land. Dust was clearing up, I was thinking about how this thing didn’t made any sound as its destruction power was clearly immense, and then … nothing, there was nothing only the hole, a perfectly round hole, nothing more, I was bewildered.

I was walking slow, jumped the little fence of the park and approached the hole, it was empty! I couldn’t get my mind around it, how could there be nothing there, I saw it, it made a hole, and then I remembered that meteorites tend to shatter on impact so the hole it’s there but no obvious object that made it.

But why it was black?! That was the thought that kept creeping in my mind. As I was leaving, because I didn’t want to give explanations to the police when it would come, the feeling of dread returned, that dark shape kept coming in my mind, its blackness, and right when I jumped the fence my eyes and head felt heavy and in an instant I was down. I had passed out!

I opened my eyes, dizzy as I was and saw it. A shadow, a shallow figure without a face or clear shape.

It wasn’t saying anything; it wasn’t moving, just standing there in oblivion.

I looked around me, nothing, I couldn’t comprehend this place as it was made of nothing. There was no sound, no movement, no light … there was only HE that was distinguishable only by his blackness which was darker than the surroundings.

I was shocked, I couldn’t move or talk or even think but then, a thought came into my mind, and it was of death. That I’m going to die in that God forsaken place. But I couldn’t even finish my thought as I heard him: “You can’t die! You must prevail, for the rising of one world brings destruction to the other!”

I was confused, it didn’t have a mouth, it was in my mind and I heard it clearly. The sweetest voice I’ve ever heard, like a mother talking to a child.

And then it started, it made me feel comfortable until it started to show me: Humanities crimes, all the killings, rapes, burnings, guttings, and tortures in extreme detail. All of them, from the beginning of mankind up until present times. Then he came back and we just changed locations. We were now in a barren land, behind me nothing only in front of me a path leading to a mountain.

I couldn’t go back, and I just walked, and walked, and walked, until … the landscape started changing. It grew dark, and I started to hear whispers and see shapes with from the corner of my eye that would vanish as I would turn my head. And I walked, and walked being assaulted by whispers only of death and desire, of murder and torture; horrible scenes came back in my mind and almost puked. But the shadow pushed me to walk forward, as I walked for weeks I noticed that I wasn’t thirsty nor hungry, fatigued or sleepy, I just walked and walked until the landscape changed again in an instant. This time, I could see them, and realized where I was. Millions upon millions of poor souls subjected to awful torture. Fingernails forcibly extracted only to grow again and be extracted again for ever, bone smashed, eyes gouged out, rats and maggots and crows and eagles feeding of their skin and muscle only to start over again. “They will never die; they will suffer until the end of time. It’s not only physical torture; they are subjected to their worst fears.” And I walked, and walked, for months as it seems in this realm. The never-ending road ended abruptly, in a second I was in a totally different place, beautiful women promised of sex, wealth and all that I would ever wanted, all there is would be mine. But I walked forward, not listening to those all too sweet promises and walked, and walked until it changed again. This time, there was nothing and walked and walked until I started to feel hungry, thirsty, fatigued that I would just drop dead right there. On the sides of my path there were the best beverages, the best food. I looked at my hands and saw as I was turning to bone but I walked and walked until the landscape changed again and I suddenly didn’t felt hungry, thirsty nor fatigued but I could see all that I wanted, all that I ever wanted in my life, money, all my most desired thing that money could buy and then … my dead parents, my dead wife with my unborn child now grown up, the things that I couldn’t possibly buy with money but I wept and walked crying and resisted the temptation until it changed again I felt tired, sleepy, I thought that I should just stop there and walk no more, there wasn’t anything more to it, I just didn’t worth the effort but those weren’t my thoughts and I walked and walked until a uncontrollable rage got hold of me and on the side … saw scenes of my parents and wife and unborn child but with other men, not me, saw all my memories but with a different person in my place, watched him got successful saw him sleep with my wife and play with my child and grow old to watch his grandchildren … but I knew they were only meant to stop me and walked and walked until I saw it … a great throne, empty. At its feet … millions of rotting skulls. I walked what seemed like years before I could see that it had no end in height and it was about a football field in length and I got in front of it and waited and waited until it moved: The chair was not empty; it was only that I could see him. I guess he was the Devil, a dark figure but not your usual horns, red eyes, goat feet, red skin devil … oh no, he was looking a lot like the god Loki from the Norse mythology, like Hades from the Greek one, he wasn’t looking like a monster but kind scared if I would say and then he spoke:

“I would grant you one wishes, what those will be?” he said in a commanding voice.

I just thought about going home, nothing more I couldn’t think of anything else, I just wanted for this nightmare to be ended.

And then my dark companion spoke again:

“A dawn will come,

To overcome

Nights fear of coming light.

The day will fail,

And nights prevail

An endless dark to come.”

I woke up to powerful white light; I was on a hard hospital bed, in a hospital it would seem, as two nurses come towards me I ask them if I passed out? They told me that I was found at the entrance of my house, which was quite odd, because the last thing I remember was the main street after I jumped the fence of the park. Telling them about this left a puzzled look on their faces but one of them told me to rest assured for it was probably just partial amnesia and it would pass pretty soon so I can leave and call the hospital, after giving me a card, and ask for a Martha Stewart, the medic that took care of me, if I get other symptoms.

And then I remembered what I have seen, what I have heard and almost puked. I remembered him, but I only thought it was a dream. I must have been a dream, I couldn’t be real.

I left the hospital, called a cab, and went home. I could remember the reason and the path to the park but I could remember the road back, I couldn’t remember that I walked to my house only that I jumped the fence, it troubled me, I never experienced something like that.

I finally got home, I got in, and take from the fridge a little sandwich, as I was starving, and went upstairs on the balcony only to be left in shock!! As I was trying to comprehend what happened, I heard a creek but turned around to nothing, I looked, pinched myself and nothing, rubbed my eyes one thousand times but it wasn’t there, the hole made by that thing wasn’t there.

I called a neighbor and asked him if authorities covered the hole only to be presented with a puzzled voice and an even more baffled answer: “What hole?”

As I stood there, befuddled, hands cold, palms sweating, head hurting … I heard him.

As if it was right behind me, whispering in my ear, leaving its cold breathe down my neck, a voice in the dark, sending a chill down my spine but so familiar.

It was sweet as honey, a devilish tone this time, the kind of voice that you imagine, he who speaks it, has an evil smile on its face but the words that I heard that moment will be carved in my soul for eternity, for I am cursed:

“You will be the dawn!”

I turned around and saw … him. The dark figure from my dream, only that wasn’t a dream. It was all real, and I felt sick, laid down on my rocking chair and just screamed:

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”

As it came close, a grin on his face as he was amused by my reaction:

“To bring HELL to its rightful place!”