A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 4 Part 4
It has never been more clear. This long-forgotten mine is not truly a mine, but more a collection of memories that people would rather have casted aside. Everywhere I could sense its victims, screaming silently. How many had been lead to this wretched place? How many had Althia claimed? It’s maddening. Am I to believe that I too will die here? I'm forsaken, simply forsaken. Had Alice actually intended for me to die, her hatred hidden to my blind eyes? I'm drowning in the guilt of my soul. Every bad choice I've made in life will undoubtedly return here. I'm in a nightmare, one of my own creation. Why has it came to this? What have I unknowingly gotten myself into? Has the god played me as a puppet? Has he always done such? Has my life came to a halt, my own ambitions bringing me to an end? Why, why, must all of my actions seem like they were done in vain? Henry, now is not the time for questions. Just go, now. Enter this chasm of despair, find what fruit it has ripe amongst its vines. Decode the messages from the past, eliminating the static in your head. Think, think, get passed all of these wretched spiderwebs. Your soul is not a bargaining chip to be squandered at a moment's whim. Go forth, now, and make things right.
As I explored the gigantic shaft that made up the inner region of the mine, I encountered not one beast. Perhaps the rumors of ghosts haunting here had merely been half-true. The beasts that had guarded this infernal place were only a distraction, as I think one would not brave the mountain range after spying even one of those monstrosities. One would merely die at the hands of those awful ghasts. As for me? I'm more led to believe that I am one of them, and they believed I would not strike them down because of that. These fiends that dwell on this dark earth are more than content to coexist with their own kind, seeking familarship over dominance. Why hath we gone away from natural order, where the most high beast enjoys the most succulent of all pleasures? No god, no beast is supreme, as all have abandoned dire principal. As I am alive here, I know that I was chosen to be a part of something truly unique.
As I made my way down further into the mine, I found a very peculiar beast. It was short, and it bore no expression. Its horns were curved and sharp, and its black eyes were a reminder of all that binds us to our mortality. I drew my gun, not wishing to alarm the beast, at least not without my Saturday Night Special. There's something different about this beast, something that made me feel sympathetic. It loosely resembled someone I once knew. Kylie, is that you? No, it can't be. You, too, have become one of them? She was a classmate of mine in college. She had shown interest in me when we attended class together. Despite her being reasonably attractive, I had turned her down when she made her advances on me, as I was not one to mix business with pleasure. That was the last time I saw her. This must be her, as her fur bore the same color of the dresses she favored. A dark red, one that complimented her hair, perfectly. As Kylie noticed me staring at her, she rose up on her short legs, and let out a truly monstrous scream. As she quickly moved towards me, arms outstretched to topple me, I stepped back, instinctively pulling the trigger. As she fell to the ground lifeless, bloodied face and all, I said, in a quiet admittance of disappointment,
“Damnit…”
This journey keeps becoming more sinister. I'm killing off all of my ties with humanity. Soon, I will be like them. Please, Althia, have mercy. I'm doomed, and I know it, bound to a lifeless fate. As I will finish my pilgrimage, I pray that I will be left with a single shred of humanity, as I hath none. My heart has sunken into darkness, and I have but one desire, and that is for sweet, unholy deliverance. Kylie means nothing to me, for Althia is my savior, not her. Kylie was but a mere memory that had to be put to rest, just like her decrepit form.
Chapter 4 Part 4
It has never been more clear. This long-forgotten mine is not truly a mine, but more a collection of memories that people would rather have casted aside. Everywhere I could sense its victims, screaming silently. How many had been lead to this wretched place? How many had Althia claimed? It’s maddening. Am I to believe that I too will die here? I'm forsaken, simply forsaken. Had Alice actually intended for me to die, her hatred hidden to my blind eyes? I'm drowning in the guilt of my soul. Every bad choice I've made in life will undoubtedly return here. I'm in a nightmare, one of my own creation. Why has it came to this? What have I unknowingly gotten myself into? Has the god played me as a puppet? Has he always done such? Has my life came to a halt, my own ambitions bringing me to an end? Why, why, must all of my actions seem like they were done in vain? Henry, now is not the time for questions. Just go, now. Enter this chasm of despair, find what fruit it has ripe amongst its vines. Decode the messages from the past, eliminating the static in your head. Think, think, get passed all of these wretched spiderwebs. Your soul is not a bargaining chip to be squandered at a moment's whim. Go forth, now, and make things right.
As I explored the gigantic shaft that made up the inner region of the mine, I encountered not one beast. Perhaps the rumors of ghosts haunting here had merely been half-true. The beasts that had guarded this infernal place were only a distraction, as I think one would not brave the mountain range after spying even one of those monstrosities. One would merely die at the hands of those awful ghasts. As for me? I'm more led to believe that I am one of them, and they believed I would not strike them down because of that. These fiends that dwell on this dark earth are more than content to coexist with their own kind, seeking familarship over dominance. Why hath we gone away from natural order, where the most high beast enjoys the most succulent of all pleasures? No god, no beast is supreme, as all have abandoned dire principal. As I am alive here, I know that I was chosen to be a part of something truly unique.
As I made my way down further into the mine, I found a very peculiar beast. It was short, and it bore no expression. Its horns were curved and sharp, and its black eyes were a reminder of all that binds us to our mortality. I drew my gun, not wishing to alarm the beast, at least not without my Saturday Night Special. There's something different about this beast, something that made me feel sympathetic. It loosely resembled someone I once knew. Kylie, is that you? No, it can't be. You, too, have become one of them? She was a classmate of mine in college. She had shown interest in me when we attended class together. Despite her being reasonably attractive, I had turned her down when she made her advances on me, as I was not one to mix business with pleasure. That was the last time I saw her. This must be her, as her fur bore the same color of the dresses she favored. A dark red, one that complimented her hair, perfectly. As Kylie noticed me staring at her, she rose up on her short legs, and let out a truly monstrous scream. As she quickly moved towards me, arms outstretched to topple me, I stepped back, instinctively pulling the trigger. As she fell to the ground lifeless, bloodied face and all, I said, in a quiet admittance of disappointment,
“Damnit…”
This journey keeps becoming more sinister. I'm killing off all of my ties with humanity. Soon, I will be like them. Please, Althia, have mercy. I'm doomed, and I know it, bound to a lifeless fate. As I will finish my pilgrimage, I pray that I will be left with a single shred of humanity, as I hath none. My heart has sunken into darkness, and I have but one desire, and that is for sweet, unholy deliverance. Kylie means nothing to me, for Althia is my savior, not her. Kylie was but a mere memory that had to be put to rest, just like her decrepit form.
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