A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 5 Part 3
There's something that has remained unsolved since I entered this mine. It seemed to have only one entrance, and thus, one exit. It was built to be a deathtrap, I am sure of it. Althia had lured the miners to this wretched place, and I have no doubt as to what her intentions were. The beasts that inhabit this autonomous region were not really people from my past. They also were not quite the miners. What I have been killing here in this inward infernal maze were none other than phantasms. Such a strange word, isn't it? Phantasms are a tad different from your typical ghost or monster. How I know this, many would ask. It's simple. I have absorbed some of Alice's divine intellect. She has whispered the identity of these foul beasts so that I may use what I have learned for one purpose, and that is to live. Before I get ahead of myself, let me touch on the creatures and their crude creations. Althia killed the miners, and then used Alice to gather their bodies. As she struggled to bring them to her lair, Althia used her tentacles to snatch up each corpse, and carefully worked them into her venomous visages. Each one was meant to temper my mind and thoroughly desecrate it. One by one, each was made to resemble the ghasts that won't let me go. Althia had designed them to do two things, and that is to test me, or kill me. Althia must test all of her chosen knights, and I am no different. If I failed and lost my life, then I would be nothing to her, and Alice would continue her game in which she really desires to find her Adam. How cruel and sadistic this charade is. To think, I had found the phantasms to be so incredibly realistic! What a fool I am. As if my mother could have actually have died not once, but twice. Why would I ever believe that?
I swear that the madness is as straining as it is relieving. I feel as if I have traveled down these shafts for what seems like hours. Every step I take seems to bring me only deeper and deeper into the mine. The lanterns that illuminated the hallways were not of this world, as I began to realize that they glimmered with not orange but blue. Everything in this world is not actually of our world. This place overlaps with the casual and deceiving world we call our own. What happens here is not visible to the rational mind. The perils found in this place are only fatal to a select few. What someone would see here as fantasy or horror is not entirely far off. One could become lost should they not be too careful. I cannot fathom the number of those who may have died here. Alice had related to me that I was not the first who came here, but gave me a glimpse that I have made it further than the others. She mentioned that she has already grown fond of me, and had said that it would be of ease for us to make our own paradise. Eden, however, this will not be. The visions that the old god Althia offers were ones that will pervert both my body and soul. Ah, alas, I can feel the change now, crawling beneath my skin, pulling me freely. What would frighten others I've became delicately acquainted to. The beasts I have slain have become my dear lovers. Each one that had shed their blood on me has seeded itself into my coiling mind. Every beast has rooted its sorrow and pleasure within me. It'll only be a matter of time before I become one of them. Should I control the change, or not, I will be given my deliverance then, it being her or death. For the love of the unholy, I forsake my own demise, as I now dream of Alice's lovely eyes, her soft lips, and her warm bosom. She will be the last thing I see, that, and my elderly mocker, Althia herself. This pair, I swear, is worth every bit of despair. I'll never know what it is like to live until I feel the bliss that belongs only to their embrace. Bring forth the change, bring forth the change.
What has now entered my thoughts only seems mildly disturbing. Why is this? Why does this threat to my sanity and safety seem so small? He stood there, brandishing a large pole, one that had an extremely sharp and well-used knife affixed to it. He bore a grin and a heavy brown overcoat. His eyes gave no hint at his plans, as they were hidden by the shadow that was casted upon his face by his beaten derby. He laughed, his voice rusty, old. His graying beard and wispy hair lied of intention. What he offered me in speech seemed sincere, oddly. He said,
“So, it's you.”
I sighed, relaxing my tense body. I asked,
“Me?”
His introduction was foreign but oddly familiar. He said, not sparing any formalities,
“I'll bring you to her, but, be warned, I have my own plans.”
I demanded no subtle discourse. I asked, pressing the new issue,
“What plans?”
His smile revealed his pointy and crooked teeth, revealing the hidden nature of this crazed old man. He answered, with firmness as resolve,
“We’re bringing her back.”
Chapter 5 Part 3
There's something that has remained unsolved since I entered this mine. It seemed to have only one entrance, and thus, one exit. It was built to be a deathtrap, I am sure of it. Althia had lured the miners to this wretched place, and I have no doubt as to what her intentions were. The beasts that inhabit this autonomous region were not really people from my past. They also were not quite the miners. What I have been killing here in this inward infernal maze were none other than phantasms. Such a strange word, isn't it? Phantasms are a tad different from your typical ghost or monster. How I know this, many would ask. It's simple. I have absorbed some of Alice's divine intellect. She has whispered the identity of these foul beasts so that I may use what I have learned for one purpose, and that is to live. Before I get ahead of myself, let me touch on the creatures and their crude creations. Althia killed the miners, and then used Alice to gather their bodies. As she struggled to bring them to her lair, Althia used her tentacles to snatch up each corpse, and carefully worked them into her venomous visages. Each one was meant to temper my mind and thoroughly desecrate it. One by one, each was made to resemble the ghasts that won't let me go. Althia had designed them to do two things, and that is to test me, or kill me. Althia must test all of her chosen knights, and I am no different. If I failed and lost my life, then I would be nothing to her, and Alice would continue her game in which she really desires to find her Adam. How cruel and sadistic this charade is. To think, I had found the phantasms to be so incredibly realistic! What a fool I am. As if my mother could have actually have died not once, but twice. Why would I ever believe that?
I swear that the madness is as straining as it is relieving. I feel as if I have traveled down these shafts for what seems like hours. Every step I take seems to bring me only deeper and deeper into the mine. The lanterns that illuminated the hallways were not of this world, as I began to realize that they glimmered with not orange but blue. Everything in this world is not actually of our world. This place overlaps with the casual and deceiving world we call our own. What happens here is not visible to the rational mind. The perils found in this place are only fatal to a select few. What someone would see here as fantasy or horror is not entirely far off. One could become lost should they not be too careful. I cannot fathom the number of those who may have died here. Alice had related to me that I was not the first who came here, but gave me a glimpse that I have made it further than the others. She mentioned that she has already grown fond of me, and had said that it would be of ease for us to make our own paradise. Eden, however, this will not be. The visions that the old god Althia offers were ones that will pervert both my body and soul. Ah, alas, I can feel the change now, crawling beneath my skin, pulling me freely. What would frighten others I've became delicately acquainted to. The beasts I have slain have become my dear lovers. Each one that had shed their blood on me has seeded itself into my coiling mind. Every beast has rooted its sorrow and pleasure within me. It'll only be a matter of time before I become one of them. Should I control the change, or not, I will be given my deliverance then, it being her or death. For the love of the unholy, I forsake my own demise, as I now dream of Alice's lovely eyes, her soft lips, and her warm bosom. She will be the last thing I see, that, and my elderly mocker, Althia herself. This pair, I swear, is worth every bit of despair. I'll never know what it is like to live until I feel the bliss that belongs only to their embrace. Bring forth the change, bring forth the change.
What has now entered my thoughts only seems mildly disturbing. Why is this? Why does this threat to my sanity and safety seem so small? He stood there, brandishing a large pole, one that had an extremely sharp and well-used knife affixed to it. He bore a grin and a heavy brown overcoat. His eyes gave no hint at his plans, as they were hidden by the shadow that was casted upon his face by his beaten derby. He laughed, his voice rusty, old. His graying beard and wispy hair lied of intention. What he offered me in speech seemed sincere, oddly. He said,
“So, it's you.”
I sighed, relaxing my tense body. I asked,
“Me?”
His introduction was foreign but oddly familiar. He said, not sparing any formalities,
“I'll bring you to her, but, be warned, I have my own plans.”
I demanded no subtle discourse. I asked, pressing the new issue,
“What plans?”
His smile revealed his pointy and crooked teeth, revealing the hidden nature of this crazed old man. He answered, with firmness as resolve,
“We’re bringing her back.”
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