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Relato sobre minha vida, espero que eu possa contar pra alguém isso part 1

Bom pessoal, antes de tudo quero contar isso pois isso tem me assombrado desde 2018, sim todos os fatos contados aqui aconteceram e eu sou pessimo de contar porém espero que alguém possa me ajudar ou pelo menos me escutar.
Em 2018 foi onde tudo começou, bom eu moro com minha vó, e eu tenho descendencia espirita (embora eu nao acredite nessas coisas) e eu soube disso desde criança e ja tinha ocorrido situações estranhas, tipo como falar com uma senhora na rua e ela desaparecer simplesmente. Mas nesse ano em especifico eu simplesmente fui dormir na cama da minha vó, apos ela sair pra ir no mercado e tive um ''pesadelo'' até ai tudo bem, levei um sustinho e dps tentei voltar a dormir, só que quando percebi estava tendo o mesmo pesadelo novamente, e essa coisa que eu não sei o que é ficou de frente pra mim, e quando eu acordei senti eu só caindo em cima da cama como se eu tivesse levitado, bom essa foi minha primeira experiencia com essa coisa que esta me perseguindo, tentando entrar na minha mente, ou assumir meu corpo, não sei se vocês acreditam nisso mais juro por tudo que isso aconteceu comigo, se tiver alguém pra responder isso e tiver curioso eu posso continuar contando, pois tem muita coisa que aconteceu envolvendo isso.

04:05 UTC


Atavistic Brain Disorder

Doctor, I'd like to inform you that Operation Eternal Rest for Christ was a resounding success. Albeit with a high casualty rate, we have nonetheless put our old friend in the ground. Actually, no, most of him was scattered about in the explosion.

You need not worry however, I've got a piece of him with me, so you could study whatever made him into an amalgam of living necrosis. That wasn't any ol' regular zombie. Not at all, whatever had gotten into Christiansen made him into a cancerous ghoul hell-bent on ceaseless murder. Even so, he was undoubtedly alive at the moment of contact. He clearly wasn't too happy with hearing my voice calling out his name.

As for the ghouls, none of them made it out alive. I feel like I should have some sympathy for them because of how he basically made piñatas out of them but I can't bring myself to feel bad for the death of murderers, pedophiles, and all other manner of scum being torn to bits.

What's really interesting is the manner in which he tore through them, quite literally, I might add.

He came out of nowhere, after our guns for hire were convinced, his house was empty, and began beating the living fuck out of them with his own torn-off arm. Christiansen used his own arm like a club to batter and smash everything in his path.

Bullets didn't do shit to the thing he had become, and neither did knives. He ate all of it. To be quite honest, I wasn't even sure if there was anything left of him in his new body.

A monstrosity of a man, a gargantuan, fat-headed and like a mole as to the smallness of his eyes; disgusting with his short, broad, thick, and half hoary beard; disgraced by a neck faded under its titanic head; bald-headed with a few stray strands of hair sticking out crudely, barely hanging on to dear life. His skin colored the shade of rot; one whom it would not be pleasant to meet in the middle of the night even if he wasn't driven by a lecherous drive for bloodshed; with an extensive belly and a noticeably taller than I remember him.

After a few bloody moments, he reattached his appendage and punched one of the ghouls so hard his arm broke. Without even flinching he shoved the sharpened ends of the broken bone into the neck of another, tearing a new hole in it. He proceeded to hack through several men this way before kicking one so hard his knee shattered and then he decided to nail a couple of men into the floor with his exposed bone fragments, right before spewing acidic blood onto their faces – I can say so because I saw their heads melt off.

At this point, one of the sad excuses for hired guns pissed himself and blew his own brains out. Our colleague noticed it and didn't let a good body go to waste, he fixed his broken arm and shoved it into the corpses body before yanking out a handful of guts and then used the headless corpse like some medieval type morning star.

Oh, what a shame it took him about ninety seconds to get off thirty men. I was just starting to enjoy the carnage. Some of them died too quickly relative to their crimes, doc, but I digress.

Once he was done with those cretins, I leaped into action and called out his name. Wolfgang always hated it when I called him Wolfy. Hearing me calling him that made him squint his already barely visible blackened eye orbs he let out a sickening belching sound as acidic slime drooled down his face, melting some of the skin around his mouth.

Driven by the atavistic brain disorder he decided the best course of action was to tear his head off along with a segment of his spinal column and use it as a weapon against me.

The scariest part about this whole thing was just how accurate he was, hell, he even got me a few times. I don't know what kind of intergalactic prionic spaceworm got him into that state, but we have to prevent anyone else from going this far.

Perhaps afflicted by the same atavistic brain disorder that zombified our former pal; I shot the head. It didn't do shit… why I did this? I don't know!

Eventually, he got me, and pinned me to the floor with that living dead head skull of his screeching in my ear as his free hand was trying to pry my helm open; without any hope to throw the monstrosity off, I shoved a hand grenade into his neck hole. The moment my hand reached inside; I felt the fleshy hole clenching its walls around my arm.

I guess both Christianen and I had gone too far, but sometimes going too far is worth it, right?

I was prepared to die when the grenade went off, but by sheer dumb luck the amount of flesh on that abomination just absorbed all of the blast, leaving me covered in monster gore and clutching the fleshy skull mace I am currently on my way to deliver to you, Doc.

P.s I threw up a little in my helm and the smell is killing me right now, so don't worry if I pass out the moment we meet, I haven't been touched by his internal juices just like you instructed!

20:57 UTC


There Was Really Nothing There

Yesterday, upon the stair there was nothing really there. I saw there was nothing there at three AM today, oh how I wish, I wish something would come my way.

When I was younger, I was living my life on the edge. Growing up with alcoholic and drug-addicted parents, I didn't know anything much about anything other than the pure joy of intoxication. I was hooked on the spirit by twelve. Every day, something went wrong. My eldest sister killed herself by accident. My brother was shot right in front of me over a botched drug deal. I watched Pa sell Ma to other men for money to buy more booze he'd drown me in. Things went wrong every single day, but at least it was something.

Then one day, I got clean; I got sick of being sick and tired and I got sick and tired of living on the edge so I got clean and I made something out of the nothing that I was. I turned my life around and made a career for myself, helping other people like myself. Eventually, I fell in love. At first it felt like I had made it, like I was on top of the world, but after we settled and got married and built a family, love did the worst thing imaginable.

It gave birth to absolutely nothing.

Gradually, then suddenly, I stopped finding any actual joys in life.

Everything grew more and more mechanical, monotonous, and cold.



Waking up every day felt the same until I stopped feeling anything altogether.

A chasm of emptiness opened up, following me everywhere I went, swallowing everything around me until there was nothing.

Waking every morning, I saw nothing of importance.

Kissing my wife, and her lips tasted like nothing, and so did her food.

Hearing my kids and their voices sounded like nothing.

As did my own voice.

Every day passed like nothing had happened because nothing ever did happen in my home town designed in accordance with the gloomy architecture of nothing.  

Every now and again, I would wake up drenched in cold sweat, fearing for some odd reason that something had happened. Nothing ever did, leaving me empty and distraught over the fact the Nothing was slowly and methodically squeezing the sanity out of me.

Even when Pa passed away, I felt nothing. At his funeral I stood there, completely submerged in the emotional void of nothing as they lowered him into the ground. My eyes watered, but I felt absolutely nothing.

Life just went on, as if nothing had happened, because nothing indeed ever happened.

Even now, coming from work to the site of a catastrophe…

To the pile of ashes that used to be my home…

To find the scattered bone fragments of my family…

After everything that was mine was reduced to nothing –

even after something had finally happened, only nothing remains.

When a police officer told me I should find some solace in the fact that the explosion killed them so fast they felt nothing, all I could say was;

"Neither do I."

00:12 UTC



Morgan’s chest rose and fell as she stared at the dull yellow light bulb swaying above her head. Each breath stung worse than the previous. The aftershocks of two suns colliding pounded against her ribcage, agitating the solar plexus.

The terrible flames liked her nervous system. Their pulsating dance syncing with the desperate screaming of her self-inflicted wounds. She couldn’t even think about moving a single muscle - fearful she might break into pieces if she did. Fearful of aggravating the violent chills. Dreading the chills turning into seizure-like spasms.

All she could do was imagine herself disappearing...

Morgan hated her life. She hated herself, and she hated what she had become...

Unintentionally, she shook her lower lip. The self-loathing had gotten the best of her, starting an avalanche of bone-breaking trembling. Morgan’s soft cries turned high-pitched and feral. She roared as her spine melted under the pathetic mass of her spread-out form.

Someone banged on the other side of the wall, yelling at Morgan to shut up.

The familiar nasal voice disgusted her, firing bile up her esophagus. The living black hole inside of her grew aroused, and the sensation disgusted her even more than the nauseating voice. Warm saliva escaped her parted lips, burning her chin. She howled as she pulled herself upward.

Burning hot nails dug into every inch of her skin.

Her neighbor shouted again, louder.

The appalling voice broke her out of her pained trance.

Forcing herself upright, drowning in lactic acid, Morgan finally understood it was the right thing to do.

She flexed her neck, almost relishing in the feeling of her bones roping into knots. She knew doing it would lessen her torment. It didn’t even matter at this point that he had a sick wife and four little kids to take care of. Morgan needed to take care of herself.

The furious pounding of a fist on her door sounded like music to her ears.

“Coming...” she cried, unhinging her drool-covered lower jaw.

21:25 UTC



The last thing I can remember before passing out is the whole congregation dancing. While these people were all unknown to me, I felt some kind of kinship with them. We were all dancing as part of our attempt to unite with God. I don’t remember how all of that ended. I remember the room twisting and turning; the loud, cheerful music. Limbs moved in all directions as bodies twisted and contorted under the influence of wine and divine flesh. The whole universe began spinning around me. No, I spun at its center; uncontrollably at the whim of sinister gravitational forces. The warmth I initially felt quickly dissipated, leaving a nauseating vertigo in its place.

Instead of ascending into the bosom of the Lord, I think I might’ve fallen into the ninth circle of the abyss. Colors and sounds began to lose their essence as everything turned so suddenly, so cold and black. There was no pain, no fear, no feeling at all - rather, a sudden and yet gradual disappearance of the world; of the self, my… self.

I woke up once the ground beneath started stirring my body up and down, irritating the fragile composition of this flesh prison. As soon as I opened my eyes, the vertigo threatened to cripple my still-intoxicated mind. I didn’t feel any fear as everything around me moved. The walls, the furniture, the floor. The danger of being in the epicenter of an earthquake hadn’t sunk in quite yet. As I was struggling to pull myself upright, I finally noticed the ground wasn’t really shaking. It was swaying back and forth, like waves in the ocean. Everything was swaying.

The outline of everything around me rippled and gently danced to an inconceivable rhythm. Only when I noticed my own skin ripple, in the same manner, did I finally register the full scope of the cataclysm I was caught up in.

The animal inside finally awoke, stumbling over the swaying floor and the limitations of the human body. I crawled as fast as I could out of there. The chorea of the world around me prevented me from making much progress at first as I fell face first in my first few attempts to reach open space.

After what seemed like an hour, I finally pulled myself outside, my vision obscured by the downpour of blood masking my busted-open visage.

The heat outside was unbearable. It felt like hell on earth. The iridescence and sound of the sun pounded across my already battered form mercilessly. Beating me down as I stumbled onward, trying to get further away from the epicenter of the strange disaster plaguing this place.

Each step felt like an arduous journey across mountain ranges as the light emanating from the firmament weight down on me growing infinitely heavier with each passing moment. Slowly grinding my consciousness into dust. Everything started turning dim again, dim and distant.

My clarity returned to me when the popping and clanking melody broke through the songs of Sol overhead. I wish I’d died then and there. I instinctively turned to the source of the sound and the scream of bloody murder erupted in my ears. My own scream, closing in on me, were the partially scorched bodies of my brothers and sisters. Locked in a manic dance that further broke and mutilated their already lifeless bodies.

I tried to run, but the treacherous Telus wouldn’t let me get far ahead before I fell down again.

Finally, overcome with fear and anxiety, I could simply stare at the sun as it moved back and forth; up and down and side to side in the sky. Singing in the highest and lowest of tones imaginable.

The surrounding heat increased. I could feel sweat rolling down my skin. Its salty composition scorched my open wounds. The air in my lungs became hotter and hotter; beginning to tear through the viscous fabric. I could feel the star above me slowly drawing near.

We were on a collision course - The star and I.

I was falling down into the ravenous maw of the sun.

A sacrifice to Molech, placed within his smoldering hot bowels by the hands of the fire-kissed skeletons those same bowels had birthed prior.

And yet, in those final moments of inescapable doom, I finally found peace.

In those brain-melting moments when I was dragged about into oblivion by the red-hot bones of the dead who had risen from within the void beyond their poisonous grave to tear me apart into tiny pieces to be fed to the Ignis Dei I finally felt at home, I finally felt loved…

The God of Fire decided to break my heart instead, however, as he rejected me. His kiss poisoned my body, but it wouldn’t take me to spend the rest of eternity to spend with him in the wonderful land hidden deep within the mushroom cloud.

A paralyzing thunderbolt burned through my spine, twisting and stretching it from the core of the earth and into the stratosphere, into the realm of the gods themselves. It left behind nothing but pain, terrifying and suffocating pain as it made me watch the dead slowly dance away into the mists of Abaddon, leaving me on my own.

Trapped within this body of mine, trapped within this skull.

My attempt to escape this false world had failed. Leaving me was once again faced with the ugly face of the false prophet as its oversized jaw filled with jagged teeth and bloodshot eyes shook from side to side in disapproval.

Once more, I woke up; undoubtedly alive. Alive and crucified to this feeble form that wouldn’t move nor let me breathe under the immense weight of the cancerous growth that continues to bloom inside my chest.

I lay in bed, paralyzed with fear and grief yet unable to scream due to the suffocating hand of apathy wrapped around my throat. All the while, the Great Pan screams violently and ever so gleefully into my ear, turning my blood cold as it pushes me to drown in ice-cold rivers of dread. At the same time, the insufferable rays of the sun crawl against my skin, torturing me mercilessly with the prospect of having to spend yet another day in the clutches of this sadistic reality.

In moments like this, I can only think about how nothing is more horrifying than the idea that without the pills on my nightstand, I am nothing more than a lost child trapped in the cold void of a dead body.

22:22 UTC


"Niles Express: Life in the Machine"

Isaac laid on the cold trailer floor in agonizing pain, surrounded by a sea of packages—loathing himself for his poor life choices and lack of ambition. Isaac’s back burned and throbbed; a lightning bolt of agony struck his spine with each movement. Boxes poured down the silly-slide-like shoot and filled the truck. Fear gripped Isaac as he stared at the machine gun turret mounted to the ceiling across the conveyor belt. Mom was right, he thought. If Isaac had stayed in college, maybe he’d be doing something that mattered.
The light attached to the machine gun flashed red. Isaac lifted his water bottle to his mouth and drank. The water tasted like bleach. The smell of cardboard, plastic, and disinfectant saturated the air. Isaac threw up every morning before work; everyone had a morning ritual. Isaac’s ritual was hurling his breakfast five minutes after eating. The water washed away the post-breakfast vomit. A surge of energy, euphoria, and bravado networked through his veins and drowned his brain in dopamine.
Wails echoed through the warehouse. Three trucks down, someone failed to keep the light off. Isaac arduously picked himself up and got to work building walls of boxes.
“Isaac, you need to pick up the pace!”
Isaac turned around to see Frank; Frank was clean-shaven, his eyes surrounded by dark purple rings, and he wore a garish orange Niles Express polo.
Isaac grabbed his back and winced. “I need to report an injury—every time I move, I feel like I’m being electrocuted.”
Frank gripped his baton and gnashed his yellow teeth; the veins in his forehead formed a ‘Y.’ “Did you get hit by a box?”
Isaac frowned. “No.”
Frank threw his bald head back and guffawed. “That’s not an injury—just wear and tear of the job.” He jabbed his club in Isaac’s chest. “I’ll motivate you!”
Isaac grinned wryly. “Motivation isn’t always a good thing—Timothy McVeigh was motivated—and look where that got him.
Isaac’s head jerked to the right; he swallowed a mouthful of blood and teeth.
Frank rammed the tip of his club into Isaac’s gut. Isaac hunched over in pain. “The load rate is seven-hundred-twenty per hour!”
Frank brought the bludgeon down on Isaac’s back; Isaac collapsed face-first on the rollers.
“You should stack one package every five seconds!”
Isaac’s nose flattened beneath Frank’s club. Crimson spilled from Isaac’s mouth and nose; tears bled from his eyes; Frank raised his club above his head. His chest heaved, and his teeth clenched in a sick grimace.
Isaac raised his hands defensively. “Ssshelp!” he mumbled through a broken jaw.
Isaac’s fingers turned in the opposite direction and broke, bones burst through purple flesh; he clutched his destroyed hand to his chest and rived on the ground.
Frank raised the club again. “YOU WILL BE EFFICIENT!”
Frank’s nuts ruptured underneath Isaac’s steel toe. Blood rolled down his legs. The old man dropped to his knees and cupped his groin. The club clattered to the ground. His face twisted in an expression of agony. The light turned red.
Bullets punched through Frank’s chest and stomach. Jets of blood sprayed the stainless steel ceiling and walls. Frank looked like a bloody slice of Swiss cheese. His bloody lips quivered, and a tear rolled down his cheek; Frank’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and dropped forward. The bell rang, signifying the end of the day. Isaac’s jaw swelled to the size of a baseball. He rolled out of the truck, punched out, and ambled home.

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01:38 UTC



“Maybe you just didn’t get over Basil’s passing as much as you’d like to think you did.” Once my therapist said those words, I immediately regretted seeing him again. Basil was my cat. He passed away nearly a year ago from kidney failure. He was an old cat, and it hurt to lose him, but it wasn’t something unexpected; his health was noticeably declining for a while before I finally put him to rest.

I was at peace with Basil’s passing. Not that it didn’t hurt. It did, of course. He was a part of the family. It still hurts thinking about him. The same way that it hurts thinking about the people I’ve lost throughout my life. I doubt someone would tell me I’m still grieving over the passing of my grandpa who passed away eighteen years ago. Nor Helena, who was my best friend, who passed away seven years ago from IPF. I still think about her a lot. That doesn’t mean I’m still actively grieving.

Mentioning that I mistake random noises for Basil’s presence was a bad idea. I guess. That’s probably what made the doctor think I was still not over his passing. God forbid my mind misinterprets something a sound or a flash of light for my dead cat. I know he’s gone, and I no longer have his litter box or bowl, but sometimes my imagination acts out. On some days, when I’m completely drained, I can hear a sound that sounds remarkably similar to what he sounded like when he was digging in his litter or when he ate. I even have moments when I catch a false visual cue of his form jumping or walking about. It’s just common sense, I think. My brain conjures up images and sounds that had been a constant in my life for over a decade, to very similar stimuli.

Even more so when I’m drained and right now, that’s pretty much all I am. Burnt out even.

That said, having to deal with Basil’s ghost would’ve been far more pleasant than that thing. Even if he came back to haunt me because of some arcane antihumanitarian diabolical cat magic pact.

Speaking of that thing, I don’t know what the fuck it was. I don’t want to know what it was, but it looked like a cat. A gigantic cat. A gargantuan house cat of sorts and I’m not talking a thirty-pound Maine Coon big, I’m talking lion-sized big. Though, it wasn’t a lion… It was a cat… At least that’s what it looked like. In certain moments.

This whole thing is hazy, just like Basil’s imaginary phantom. I was having a hard time falling asleep, as often happens with people dealing with insomnia. Nothing seemed to help me get a good night’s sleep. Nothing short of pills, which I refuse to take because it seems like they’re letting you sleep without letting you properly rest. I might be wrong, but that’s beside the point.

Anyway, thinking about not thinking, or thinking about nothing, isn’t an option. Counting sheep and whatnot doesn’t work either. These things make me think and therefore keep me alert enough to not fall asleep. Same with breathing exercises. My mind has a hard time shutting off, but it eventually grows tired of running around and lets me rest, insufficiently most days, but that’s something too.

That night, I couldn’t fall asleep, and I was getting frustrated with my restlessness. Instead of tossing and turning in bed, I got out of bed and dragged my aching joints for a walk around the city.

No later than ten minutes into my stroll, I began hearing this beautiful melody in the distance. Something inside told me to follow the melody, and so I did. Before long, all I could think about was finding the source of this wonderful song echoing ever louder in my ears. I was so enamored by this song that I didn’t even notice where I had gone.

This magnificent song completely enchanted me. An ethereal keening performed with an angelic voice filled with a sorrowful, droning hum and pained delivery. So much so that I ended up dumbfounded on the other edge of the city when the stench of decaying trash finally returned me to my senses. I was standing at the edge of the landfill, not sure how I got there, but it was eerily quiet. The hauntingly terrific melody was gone.

Not that I had the time to be dumbfounded. As soon as I realized what happened, a shadow flew over my head and my body moved on instinct, flinching at the sight of the oncoming object. A dark mass landed not too far from me as the unfortunate circumstances of my military experience came into effect once again.

The mass shifted quickly, revealing a pair of jaws filled with serrated teeth.

My brain shifted gears and forced my legs to run without direction. I just had to get as far away as I could from that thing. As I ran, it hissed like a threatened cobra. I could hear its weight pressing against the ground behind me. It was a heavy thing. I just ran, trying my best to ignore the panicking internal dialogue raging inside my head.

After a couple of minutes, the noise behind me faded out, and I slowed down, now walking with intent, trying to make sense of what had happened to me as I made my way home. I walked for a few more minutes in the dark streets until I heard the single most terrifyingly uncanny sound.

A sudden and unexpected meow that just echoed straight into my ears out of nowhere. In that moment, this simple meow sent chills down my spine, forcing me to stop and turn. I couldn’t see much in the dark. The street lamps in this part of town are old and far too few to provide any kind of sufficient illumination.

A second meow glided across the nothingness as I saw a sliver of a shadow darker than the darkness itself slithering its way through the street. My body moved on its own. Forcing me to run again.

The meowing followed, occasionally growing deeper, too deep. With each successive call, I ran faster. As I ran, I looked back every now and again to see if I had lost whatever the hell was following me. Each time, I heard yet another uncanny meow.

By the time I had gotten to a properly illuminated neighborhood, I could see the shadow snaking around behind me from time to time. The meowing had gotten more erratic, more desperate, more sinister even. At one point resembling the sound of a man badly mimicking the sounds of a cat. These strange vocalizations made me feel even worse, and I was slowing down as my body was finally succumbing to exhaustion.

My lungs were on fire and my heart bouncing into my throat, my body was begging me to slow down and once the meowing had gone silent; I figured I could stop for a moment. By this point, I wasn’t too far from my home too. Shouldn’t have done that. Immediately, I saw two orbs floating in the darkness before the craziest puma growl ever exploded right in front of me, freezing me in place.

The beast pounced on me. I could see its mass flying straight at me and I don’t know what happened, but I just stumbled over my feet, thinking I’m just going to die. By sheer dumb luck, the beast overshot me and I heard it slamming onto the ground with a loud thud. It hissed at me and, fueled by a new wave of adrenaline; I just bolted out of there. As fast as my body would allow me to run. I sprinted full force, completely ignoring the fact my shins and knees screaming in pain and my lungs drowning in fire. I couldn’t stop as long as that thing was right behind me. It was making these really breathy noises, almost as if it was laughing at me.

I had a one-track mind at that moment, lose the damn thing at all costs. No matter how far I pushed, though, the thing seemed hell-bent on getting to me. I could almost feel its rancid hot breath across the back of my throat at points.

I was lucky there weren’t many late-night drivers around that night because I would’ve probably ended up dead, running across the road as I did. Never stopping to check whether there was any oncoming traffic. Fear is a powerful motivator sometimes and at that moment there was nothing I was more afraid of than the ghastly predator hot on my trail.

I didn’t know how much longer I could run at that pace. The morbid realization that this beast refused to conform to the laws of nature was absolutely terrifying. On the one hand, the fear provided me with additional fuel, and on the other, I was growing exhausted by the second. And that thing just ran at a high speed for longer than any goddamned cat should be able to.

The only reason I could even keep the distance between us was because I kept zigzagging and crisscrossing between buildings and roads as I ran.

Finally, as I began feeling that this was the end, a tidal wave of light behind me forced to beast to come to a halt. The deafening sound of a car horn blaring forced me to stop and turn. At that moment I saw the beast that was trying to hunt me. The flood of light completely demystified the creature, leaving it naked before my eyes.

It was a massive gray cat; far bigger than any cat I’d ever seen before, covered in a striped gray and brown fur. It contorted its face in rage as it hissed, baring its teeth at the approaching vehicle. The sound the beast made jolted me once last time before it turned around and ran off into the darkness. Blending perfectly into the shadows as the car sped away between us.

I didn’t sleep that night, nor the one after it… I don’t sleep much lately, in fact. I have a hard time around cats now, and it seems like they’re everywhere nowadays. Maybe I’m just losing my mind. It might just be the lack of sleep finally getting to. Still, I just can’t shake the feeling of being stalked by a horde of cats. Every time I hear a cat outside, I’m reminded of that awful scowl. They just keep meowing and hissing all the God damned time. It’s like they’re following me. I can’t help but feel like they’re waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I know it sounds crazy, but I swear, there weren’t that many cats around here before.

What’s worse is that every one of those cats looks at me. My entire body seizes up because all I can see is the terrible scowl and blood-red eyes. Evil eyes serving as a gateway from which the void is gazing with a palpable lust for blood.

Lately, even the phantom flashes of Basil I get seem more ghastly and, at the same time, more tangible. There’s an air of cold malevolence to them. These lapses in perception are no longer a bittersweet reminder of a beautiful past, but a sign of a predatory presence toying with its food.

It scares me to say this, but I’m having a hard time telling what is imaginary and what’s not.

16:14 UTC


We Were All Men

Another one has fallen victim to the charms of the wonderfully terrible monster plaguing this old city for as long as it stood. Oh, how he reminds me of myself when I was this young. I wish I could’ve warned him about the war being a cruel lover. All I can do now is provide him with some comfort as his body grows cold.

I was sixteen when I went off to the war, young and mindless - seeking the thrill of adventure I went to fight in a war that has been raging for eternity. A war where heroes are made, but none are ever born.

I’ve fought and I’ve brawled, and I’ve whored myself shamelessly to the mercurial empress of all glories. I’ve killed sons, brothers, fathers and I’ve lost. Lost so much… I’ve lost friends, brothers… and my sanity and eventually my life.

Barely a year on the line I ended up stepping on a mine and in a single instant I’ve lost everything but the ability to feel an overwhelming and all-consuming pain.

Infernal agony

… tore through what had remained of me as I clutched my exposed guts while coughing up blood and crying for my mother to come and carry me home. She never came, and I never left this place.

Wheels of Samsara

… turn in on themselves with enough force to create a karmic black hole that has kept me in the periphery of this never-ending war, locked in a staring battle with the heavens.

The sun infected my still warm corpse

… With the spores of life, as soon as the man in me had died, crows and other scavengers devoured my dermis and musculature while maggots and other microfauna had nestled inside my motionless tissue anchoring it to the soil with their vibrant dance of blooming decay.

In a matter of moments, nothing of my previous-self remained intact but the seed of a new life had already sustained itself by consuming my blood and rooted itself within my caramelized ribcage, beating with purpose as my heart once beat.

Before long, the seedling flowered into an entire tree, obliterating what skeletal remains of my previous life had clung onto this world.

And now, here I stand, the resting place of a man who had repeated all of my mistakes.

I stand as a monolithic reminder that life always marches on…

Forever mindlessly courting its lecherous mistress named Death…

I am but one of its countless victims.

We were all

… This entire forest

We were all once men madly in love with life -

Men whose lust for life had bloomed into a forest where a single moment in time stands still forever…

And now I

… We all long for the permanent comfort named Death.

15:33 UTC


We Were All Men

Another one has fallen victim to the charms of the wonderfully terrible monster plaguing this old city for as long as it stood. Oh, how he reminds me of myself when I was this young. I wish I could’ve warned him about the war being a cruel lover. All I can do now is provide him with some comfort as his body grows cold.

I was sixteen when I went off to the war, young and mindless - seeking the thrill of adventure I went to fight in a war that has been raging for eternity. A war where heroes are made, but none are ever born.

I’ve fought and I’ve brawled, and I’ve whored myself shamelessly to the mercurial empress of all glories. I’ve killed sons, brothers, fathers and I’ve lost. Lost so much… I’ve lost friends, brothers… and my sanity and eventually my life.

Barely a year on the line I ended up stepping on a mine and in a single instant I’ve lost everything but the ability to feel an overwhelming and all-consuming pain.

Infernal agony

… tore through what had remained of me as I clutched my exposed guts while coughing up blood and crying for my mother to come and carry me home. She never came, and I never left this place.

Wheels of Samsara

… turn in on themselves with enough force to create a karmic black hole that has kept me in the periphery of this never-ending war, locked in a staring battle with the heavens.

The sun infected my still warm corpse

… With the spores of life, as soon as the man in me had died, crows and other scavengers devoured my dermis and musculature while maggots and other microfauna had nestled inside my motionless tissue anchoring it to the soil with their vibrant dance of blooming decay.

In a matter of moments, nothing of my previous-self remained intact but the seed of a new life had already sustained itself by consuming my blood and rooted itself within my caramelized ribcage, beating with purpose as my heart once beat.

Before long, the seedling flowered into an entire tree, obliterating what skeletal remains of my previous life had clung onto this world.

And now, here I stand, the resting place of a man who had repeated all of my mistakes.

I stand as a monolithic reminder that life always marches on…

Forever mindlessly courting its lecherous mistress named Death…

I am but one of its countless victims.

We were all

… This entire forest

We were all once men madly in love with life -

Men whose lust for life had bloomed into a forest where a single moment in time stands still forever…

And now I

… We all long for the permanent comfort named Death...

23:58 UTC


Terminal Lucidity

A sudden headache struck the old goatherder. The pain was so sharp he blacked out for a second. Returning to his sense, he was sitting on the grassy shores of the great sea. Red dots and lines danced in his field of vision as electric shocks traveled across his skull and neck. The old man looked up.

The last thing he saw was a fiery sphere hurling towards him from the sky. The same star he grew up watching grow in size and proximity in the sky with each passing day.

The old man didn’t feel pain upon impact. In fact, he felt nothing at all.

The falling star crashed into the great sea with such heat it had evaporated. The force of the impact had pushed vast quantities of salt buried beneath its waters into the air. In the minutes after the crash, skies rained flames and salt in the shape of a poisonous snowstorm that ate the fabric of the world as it cascaded onto the earth.

The blast generated by the impact was so great it had set the entire world on fire; dismantling the continents and stripping the earth of its surface before the solar system followed suit; crumbling into dust. Followed by the demise of the rest of the Milky Way Galaxy in a display of colorful cosmic fireworks going off as the stars imploded on themselves one by one leaving behind nothing but a trail of pure darkness until the entire universe collapsed in on itself in a supermassive explosion that unraveled the entirety of creation revealing the threads that held it all together.

A spiderweb of threads colored in impossible hues intertwined endlessly in impossible shapes and knots.

The threads refused to be torn apart by the blast, instead pulling the dried-up skeletal remains of the universe back together into place. Reforming a grotesque skeleton devoid of life with such a force that an impossibly massive array of colors, sounds, and immeasurable heat arose from the core of the titanic bone formation leading to the inevitable birth of particles.

Particles so small and elusive, yet so magnetically charged they immediately pull each other closer and closer. Slowly they merge to give birth to atoms that further metastasized into elemental molecules. Ones that give birth to the building blocks of the flesh of the universe.

Before long, muscles and tendons shaped like stars and nebulae began taking shape all across the barren skeleton of the cosmos. In no time, the threads of the universe, the fabric of fates drove the universal evolution to a point where the entirety of creation had regrown its organs in the likeness of luminous stars and quasars, the light devouring black holes and the planets upon which the amorphous divinities breathed life.

Life gave rise to consciousness, and consciousness gave rise to awareness, which eventually birthed mindfulness from which came the imitation of the divine and the cosmic. Miniature godheads who manipulate and cultivate other lifeforms attempting to tame their planets end up constructing cities and establishing civilizations before they set sail across the vast expanses of the universe, always building, always growing - forever evolving, without control, without limit.

In due time, the evolution of creation has gotten out of hand, turning malignant, tumorous - cancerous. It stretched the body of the universe to its absolute limit and beyond. Rapid expansion through an ever-increasing acceleration. Expanding velocity of formation that leads to the overstretching of the ligaments and tendons of reality slowly tearing it at the seams without ever stopping until it all burst.

And the cycle of collapse and rebirth began anew.

Tenfold. Hundredfold. Thousandfold.

Growth and decay - Divine procreation leads to the birth of universal infancy, which grows and renews itself rapidly until the universal telomeres begin to erode and collapse under the weight of cosmic renewal. Thus, driving to an acceleration in the divisions of cells, allowing for genetic-coding mistakes, leading to the perfect conditions in which cells become cancerous. The malignant clusters overwhelmed the healthy organs and eventually, the entire body rots away, leaving behind nothing skeletal remains to be used as fertilizer by the forces beyond in their recreation of everything from beyond the void.

Birth and failure and renewal and demise

– Ad infinitum

A single second outstretched beyond the limits of elasticity into a loop twisted seamlessly around a dreamlike eternity within the rapidly deteriorating in a decline geared towards an irreversible collapse. Innumerable eternities compressed into a single instant inside the mind of a rather featureless and dim entity, no longer displaying any signs of vitality. As its mind drowns in infinite possibilities and outcomes, the entity remains perched motionlessly on a brightly shining throne within a room flooded with pure white light.

Smaller entities not too dissimilar to an ocean of fireflies congregate in a nearby room. Swarming about in an eerie silence until one dares break the deafening tension in the room with a terrifying cry that sounds the crowd of sentient flames into a frenzy;


(God has died…)

19:37 UTC


The Second Coming of The Demon

The following is a transcript of a video recording found on the mobile phone of Mateusz Kowalczyk. The man in question was a part of a missing group of backpackers all of whom are now presumed dead. Their remains are yet to have been found. M. Kowalczyk's remains were found in the Tarty national park, not far from Poland's border with Slovakia. His body was bisected and the two halves were found some five meters apart. The recording contains graphic language.


M. Kowalczyk is pacing back and front in front of the camera in a dimly lit space. His heaving is audible. M. Kowalczyk appears to be in distress. He wraps his hands around his abdomen and collapses to his knees. Vomiting. He gasps and coughs as he finally sits up in front of his camera, visibly shaken.

I'm recording this just in case whatever the fuck is out there catches up to me too. I think I lost it, but I'm not sure. I don't know what the fuck this is but it's not human. It's some kind of… Monster…

Fucking… Monster…

M. Kowalczyk begins heaving audibly again, running his hands across his face as his body visibly trembles for a few seconds before his manages to steady himself.

Ah-it, this thing killed everyone, it killed all the others. Tore them apart, with its bare hands.

M. Kowalczyk pauses for a moment, shifting his gaze downward and swallowing loudly before returning his gaze to the camera.

Some kind of lizard-man, I don't know what the fuck that was. I don't… I… ugh… Shit… Fuck… I don't… Oh fuck… Relax Maciek, relax… you're fine… you're alright… you're safe… Ugh… Gah…

We were just camping before… we're just camping with this group of people from all over Europe. Just camping. I went for a little walk. I walked for a maybe ten minutes minutes before I needed to take a leak and… and everything was quiet… everything was quiet… then the sound of Dany's rifle went off. He was the only one with a gun. He brought it with him from Lwow to hunt. It was so loud, so loud against the night's silence. It startled me and I franticly zipped my pants… I ran back to camp…

M. Kowalczyk pauses staring at the camera for about thirty seconds.

All I could hear were screams, huh-huh-huh-huh… Screaming, the screaming haaah.. huh… I didn't know what was going on at first… huh-huh-huh-huh… I saw Dany shooting his rifle again… huh-huh-huh… More screaming… Everything was so loud… huh-huh-huh…

I saw it, I saw, I saw…


It had Klaudia its hands… Huuuuuuuuuuuahhuhuh She was, she was she was she was… huuuh-huuh-huuuuh… Broken… Broken… Broken… Scales… it had scales… Like Armadillo… Tall… White… Pales all over… huh-huh-huh Klaudia was dead…

Dany shot it… huh-huh-huh-huh-huh.

It tossed her… She didn't move, I saw her face… ughhh

M. Kowalczyk is visibly struggling to speak coherently

I saw its head, it had no features huh-huh-huh-huh-n-n-huh-huh-nothing-just scales.

It tossed her, it tossed Klaudia at Dany…

I saw others… Dawid… Janusz… Marek… Kasia… Anna… Jag… dead… broken…. blood… guts… bones… huh-huh-huh-huh-huh

Dany fell, struggling to push Klaudia away… huh-huh-huh-huh-huh

It just jumped at him and-and-and-and t-t-t-t-t-t-tore ahaaaaaaaah

M. Kowalczyk begins crying audibly

It tore his leg ooooooooagh

M. Kowalczyk begins weeping uncontrollably, he proceeds to weep for about forty seconds before attempting to speak again.

That sound… that scream… aaah aaaah aaaah

I-I-I-I couldn't do anything Ah-ah-ah-ah I couldn't move… aaaaghhhh

It just-just-just began…. It beat

It was beaaaaahaaah Dany aaaaaaaaagha with aaaaghhaaa his leggggg

So muuuuuaghch blooodgh tshhh

I jus-jus-jus-ran

I jus-ran… Ah raan

M. Kowalczyk resumes weeping uncontrollably again. The crying continues for a while until a low muffled growl is audible in the distance. M. Kowalczyk's crying stops immediately and he stares for a couple of seconds at the camera, wild eyed and growing noticeably paler. He begins muttering unintelligibly before grabbing his mobile frantically and ending the recording abruptly.


M. Kowalczyk's remains were found three days after the aforementioned recording. The area in which his remains were found is now under the investigation of the local authorities.

22:04 UTC



Even with the ugly scars beautifying the left side of my face, I don’t really have a tragic story to tell. No devils are hiding under the demonic appearance, either. There was never any angst or darkness or anything like that. Even though there is some mental pain stemming from the nightmares. As far as I was concerned for most of my life, the scars were there because of a fight I had with another kid who shoved me into a glass pane that exploded, lacerating me all over. A childish miscalculation that had cost the kid who did this a lot.

Even with the scars, I have led a decent life; I got the degree I wanted and I work in my dream job. Made the best friends in the world. I married the love of my life, and I have got a kid on the way. Even with the nightmares and agitation and hyper-alertness, life is good. I am not a violent man. I have a lot of unexplainable anger, but I usually just curse it out.

Not too long ago, I couldn’t remember shit before the age of ten. A blank period in my mind. Completely gone. Not that it mattered. Life was good. My parents were the best anyone could hope for, and the kids at school were supportive. Even with my scrambled egg of a brain, thanks to my supportive environment, my confidence was always fine. I was never conscious of my appearance.

Even when the wounds healed faster than expected, I was in a lot of pain. Sleep used to be a fucking nightmare. Literally, night after night, for I don’t remember how long I’d see these fucking terrifying visions in my sleep.

They were all the same, always the same.

Every time, I’m lying on the ground surrounded by shadowy figures. Sore and exhausted, with everything burning and my inside screaming. Tears running down my face, snot and mucus abstracting my breathing. The fear of death washing all over me like pins and needles running across my skin as one figure draws closer and closer before it is actually standing over me. My chest feels as if it’s about to collapse under the weight of the world, and everything fades for a single moment.

The feeling of flames bursting from under the skin of my face forces my eyes to open again. I can only watch in horror, immobilized by it, as one of those ominous figures is digging its talons into my skull.

The pain wakes me up every time, screaming bloody murder. It feels so real; it felt so real. Every single time, the sensation of my flesh being torn open with a methodical precision pulsates violently through my head. I could only compare it to experiencing a botched lobotomy wide awake.

My therapist, at the time, kept insisting that the nightmares were just my mind rationalizing the accident, as we called it. I had gotten into a fight with another kid, and he didn’t think about the ramification of shoving my face into a glass pane hellbent on smashing both to bits.

Therapy didn’t do shit for me. It didn’t help with the nightmares, and neither did the meds. What helped me was music, though, the darker and more uncomfortable the better. It helped me get all my negative feelings and thoughts out. It helped burn out the tension formed through the nightmares. The auditory hell I subjected myself to was a shining light that illuminated my path through my own internal hell.

That’s how I ended up listening to the Devil’s Record. Forty-something minutes of the display of the worst humanity straight out of Halmstad. The epitome of all negativity compressed and packed into a neat little auditory package under the wraps of fine musicianship. What a fucking record, an absolute masterpiece. My sister-in-law recommended this one to me, and I’m glad I took up the offer, even if it wasn’t my usual cup of tea.

It took me a while to actually listen to it, partially because of the hype she had built around the damned thing. I refused to believe this thing was as good as she said, but when I finally got to listening to the record. All I heard was the truth and nothing but the truth.

The record starts with a corruption of the first stanza of Hughes Mearns “Antigonish”; “As I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there. I saw him there again today. I wish; I wish he’d go away”.

Oh, how this stanza resonates with me; that night, I was hiking with a beer bottle in hand while listening to the Devil’s Record. The music completely submerged me in a sea of darkness conjured by the charm of violins and the frantic humming of cellos breaking distant sheets of glass when a barely human creature popped up from out of nowhere, almost. He tapped me on the shoulder and when I turned, I couldn’t help but notice the pitiful state of this guy. Tattered clothes loosely hanging onto a thin, skeletal frame, sores all over his face, and a smile revealing lots of missing teeth.

I pulled out one of my headphones once his lips moved. He was asking for some change. Something about his face wasn’t right. It was making me anxious. And not because it was a meth-head. I’ve seen plenty of those before. It was something else. I told him I had nothing to give him.

Guess he didn’t want to take a no for an answer. Guess he needed another hit, so as I turned to walk away, he grabbed my arm. Maybe he wanted to rob me, maybe he was just off his rock, I don’t know. I don’t care. All I can say is that it was a grave mistake on his part. He pulled me closer to him and, as I spun; I saw his eyes.

Those fucking eyes, I’ll never forget those eyes, they’re burned into my memory. It all came back when I saw those fucking inhumane eyes of his. Six kids piled up on me. Beat the ever-loving shit out of me. Fuck knows for what reason. Some kid bully shit. A scream roared in my headphone, turning into a rolling howl, as the memory of me being pinned down on the grass by two fucks while a third one sat on my chest with a shard of glass in hand. The left side of my head came on fire as the memory of one of those fucks carving up my face finally resurfaced. Three other shits were watching the carnage, cheering on their friend to maim me.

Fear crawled up my throat, and as it reached my mouth, it turned into venomous anger. The creature holding onto me was barking unintelligible noises at me. I tightly clasped my hand around his coat. He was the one who held my legs when my face was being carved.

Pain, terrible pain overwrote any semblance of sense in my mind finally pushed me over the edge. As the sound of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata echoed in my ear, I began smashing the bottle onto the man’s face. With each stroke of the glass shard in my mind, I landed a matching blow to his face.

Fortunately for me, after a few blows, my hand must’ve slipped, and I ended up breaking the bottle across his head. The sound of broken glass returned me to my senses, and I let go of the bloodied man.

He fell to the ground, muttering something. Blood poured down his face and into his eyes. They were the eyes of a man afraid for his life. Once I saw the fear in his eyes, my anger turned to terror. My vision began spinning, and I started trembling. Chills ran down my spine as I stared at what I had done.

There was only one thing I could do, and that’s what I always did. I did my best to act as if I wasn’t feeling anything. I just spat on the ground and walked away. The whole time, the haunting images of that god-awful day bounced around inside my skull. Slowly but surely chipping away through my usual act.

Once I was sure no one was around to see me, I finally broke down. I collapsed into a fetal position and began crying.

And I cried until my head fucking spun from the tension. The pain I felt that night was… I don’t even have the words to describe it. It was the most immense and overwhelming feeling I’ve ever had. Pure suffering in its most complete and utter form.

And even though now I know what happened to me, my pain remains constant and sharp. There is no catharsis. I gain no real deeper knowledge of myself, and I know I am quoting American Psycho here, which is kinda funny because, unlike Patrick Bateman, punishment did not elude the six sick fucks that scarred my face. No… They all spent a while in juvey and besides that…

Four of them are dead, as far as I know. One was caught diddling kids and was locked up, and didn’t make it long behind bars. Another had a bit of an identity crisis and ended up on a rope. The sadist who carved my face pushed his girlfriend too far and ended up with six bullets in his head and chest. The fourth died from some aggressive cancer.

The two still living don’t have much time left either, one’s homeless meth head who probably has a faceful of gangrene, and the sixth one is the one who told me about all of this… Turns out the result of what they had done to me weighed a little too heavy on his poor soul and he turned to the bottle to handle the guilt. He fucked up his liver and is now in urgent need of a transplant.

I found this out completely by accident on a trip with my wife to the hospital. What’s more, I’m a compatible donor, and he was very apologetic, but I’m afraid he isn’t as remorseful as he claimed to be. I think he just fears for his life, now that his mistakes have caught up to him.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t wait until I unintentionally ran into him on his deathbed to fucking apologize.

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00:42 UTC


The Night Stalkers

They always came at night. The terrible and inhumane things that had haunted me for years and years. I can’t even call them creatures because I never knew if they were physical beings or not. These horrors came only after the sunset, and the darkness of the night had blanketed the world with its false serenity. Nothing was serene about the nights when these malicious apparitions came to me.

I can only speculate where they came from and what they are. In my mind, they seemed like a product of prayer, a healing prayer meant to improve the health of my grandmother in her childhood days.

She’s told me about a time when she was an orphan in Western Ukraine after the Great Patriotic War when her legs started atrophying for no apparent reason and no doctor could actually help her. She spent months losing the function of her legs until an elderly woman came to visit the orphanage and found my grandma with her decaying legs. And grandma said she can vaguely recall seeing this woman standing over her, chanting; praying. After that, grandma’s legs miraculously healed.

I don’t rule out the possibility of some extraordinary thing happening there. Maybe this woman was a faith healer, maybe she was a witch doctor of some sort, and maybe she was handling forces that were far beyond her control. We’ll never know for sure. Maybe because grandma regained her legs, something had to be taken as payment. My health and my sanity.

Judging by my family’s history; it’s probably not just me. An uncle of mine became increasingly volatile before having a huge argument with the family and leaving the house. He ended up involved in the 90s Russian oligarch-gang affairs and had his life cut short. Another aunt died relatively young due to “alcoholism” even though she was by all means nothing like what one would imagine an alcoholic to be. My cousin is having weird health issues that cause her to feint every now and again, without a detectable cause.

And I, well, I, I was being visited by grotesque fiends for years at night, starting out maybe when I was five… As long as I remember myself, they’d show up at night. Horrible and inhuman; ugly, disgusting, and visually torturous. There were insectoid things, there were just ghastly amorphous shadows and there were humanoid things too. A pale, thin thing without a face and absurdly long arms with almost cartoonishly long claws. There was also a reflection of myself with its mouth sewn shut, with mouths gaping on its palms filled with Piranha-like teeth. There was an ostrich-like monstrosity with four hooves and an elongated human face. Some of those things looked like mutated animals, others like completely alien things.

The worst one of all was a vaguely anthropomorphic entity walking on all fours, almost like an ape but with an awkward gait. Its joints clicked and cracked as it crawled towards me, emanating a terrible stench of pus mixed with wet dirt as it stalked. The thing was almost completely nude, aside from the occasional tuft of hair jutting out of its muscular frame. Its most uncanny feature was its face; the thing was reversed upside down. Its mouth was on its forehead, a hairy set of lips containing a single bloodshot, soul-piercing eye and its eyelids were above its crooked chin; perpetually closed until was about to feed, revealing needle-like teeth under each eyelid and long, prehensible forked tongues.

Every time these things came to me, they came to feed on something inside of me. As a little boy, I would freeze up at the sight of something shifting and maneuvering in the dark until it revealed its horrific face to me. I thought the fear paralyzed me, but in actuality, it was something else. Something I figured out when I was a teenager. These things are like vampiric parasites; they would latch onto me with their feeding organ and fill me with a paralyzing agent to keep me still as they fed on me. Every single time they’d suck this something out of me, leaving me exhausted and in pain the morning after. Specifically leaving my bones aching and riddling my skin with the feeling of pins and needles at the site of the bite, without leaving physical marks behind.

Seems like these things leave nothing physical behind, nothing that can be seen under the light of the sun.

Naturally, I tried telling my parents about the things that haunted me at night, but they reassured me these were just nightmares or night terrors. I wish they were nightmares, but they weren’t because on many nights during which I wasn’t being attacked, I suffered from nightmares about these hellish things.

We talked about sleep paralysis too, but it wasn’t it, and when I tried to protest, they dismissed it as a wild imagination. I didn’t know that vivid imagination and sleep paralysis left behind traces of brain-melting bone aches in a child.

By the time my pain noticeably crippled me, I guess it was too late. Inflammation was burning its way through my spine. It turned out. The spinal column was already in an early stage of fusing and contorting itself. I was diagnosed with ankylosing spondylitis. That didn’t explain the pain in my arms and legs, nor did it explain the awful nightly battles I was having time and time again. Either with these tormenting beings or with my own body.

Many nights I had cried myself to sleep from the unbearable pain. It had gotten so bad that even taking a deep breath was becoming painful and something inside of me seemed to have snapped overnight.

The childlike existential dread of these things had turned into a burning, passionate hatred fueled by the vicious joy bringing relief of adrenaline carried on the wings of my stress-induced agitation turning into outright boiling anger.

Some time after my diagnosis, I had decided enough was enough at the same time the concept of evening was being stretched into later and later hours of the day. I had started seeing these things before I was in bed. I could see them lurking at the periphery of my vision. Stalking the unlit rooms of the house. Salivating their neurotoxin as they waited for me to head to bed.

Figuring I had to at least try to defend myself from these things or else I might end up dead or worse, a vegetable, that’s why I finally chose to fight back. Throwing fists proved effective against one or two of these night stalkers, but they’ve adapted as well. Those that usually came alone stopped coming alone. Instead, they started arriving in packs, consistently. At that point, punching and kicking didn’t suffice, and I ended up getting overwhelmed with my body becoming the banquet of alien hyena-like swarms. The mornings after were pure arthritic agony.

It ruined my sleep, and my awful mood sapped the strength out of me and the will to live a normal active life, making my condition even worse as the days wore on and I found myself in a deeper abyss of bone-breaking pain.

At the time I hit my lowest point. I was becoming increasingly anxious about everything and slowly turning agoraphobic. The stress was killing me, and my internal fury was reverting to its original state. I was becoming afraid of those things again. I was becoming afraid of every movement and noise and sensation gliding across my skin. My entirety was being consumed by my fear. At some point, I began feeling as if each move I make, physically and metaphorically resulted in a burning hot nail being inserted into my skin. And that led to my mind turning in on itself. Dysthymia came first, followed by a full-blown depression. Suicide ideation came about later. I didn’t really plan to kill myself. I just kept romanticizing the idea of dying to escape all of my pain, in my head over and over.

Eating became an issue, moving became an issue, and leaving the house became an issue. Everything was falling apart around me and only the night stalkers remained. I’ve gained a new friend in the form of the occasional bowel inflammation.

These things destroyed everything for a large chunk of my life, but then, in a strange twist of fate, they were also the key to fixing most of my problems. They were winning battle after battle, but this led to my victory in our war.

One evening, as I was making coffee in the kitchen while my parents were out of town, there was a power outage. The house went immediately dark, and my mind went dark with it. Instead of freezing, probably because of my horrible sleep schedule and the constant mental strain of the never-ending stress and pain, my brain just went into an overload. An eerie cold sensation washed over me as the pain disappeared into the void of the darkness. Clarity graced me for the first time in a long time, right before I felt something touching the back of my neck.

With a swiftness I couldn’t even imagine myself having, I turned and swung my mug wildly. I hit something solid. The sound of shattered ceramic tore through the silence, followed by a terrible shriek that rocked the entire house. Somehow, I don’t even know how, as if one of the same horrors haunting me possessed my body, I kept swinging the jagged shard still connected to the handle of my now destroyed mug. The sound of soft thumps sounded almost melodic to me at that moment. Eventually, whatever I was hitting fell down.

Before I knew it, the fluorescent light had washed the kitchen anew in a white shimmer, revealing my handiwork. A bloodied chimera of avian and serpentine features was prone beneath my feet. Unmoving, still, dead.

Pulsating waves of blood raced through my body, leaving a strange after-feeling all over my body. Before long, the pain returned, followed by the realization of what had just happened. I had just killed one of those monstrosities.

Dread mixed with excitement swirled in my mind as I understood the ramifications of my actions. Both because I could finally prove the beings were real and because I killed a presumably living creature and left its corpse in my parents’ kitchen. None of that mattered come morning.

Unfortunately, or maybe, fortunately, nothing remained of the thing by the time dawn arrived. It evaporated as if it had never existed, leaving nothing behind. A pile of ceramic shards on the floor and a coffee stain. No blood, no flesh, no corpse, nothing. Only pain, lots of pain. My body was beyond sore that morning. My body was in shambles, but at least I knew, I knew I could stop these things from hurting me further. I could finally end their reign of terror over my life.

And so, I’ve finally fought back, now properly armed. Keeping a knife under my pillow, just in case.

For years, I’ve fought these things off, killing many of them. I’ve ended up knee elbow-deep in monster blood and yet they still kept coming, again and again. Somehow, even those I’ve butchered and dismembered returned. They were almost taunting me as they came back after each time I killed them to do it again and again, as if trying to prove the point that my efforts were futile. Even if it seemed so, they weren’t really futile. My condition had gotten better because these things could no longer feed on me anymore, and fighting so frequently had improved my overall feeling. The depression was gone, and I found a new joy in life. Each morning proved to be a new challenge, a new mountain of incorporeal corpses to overcome.

I fell in love with my violent routine, even though it made things with people rather complicated sometimes. It’s off-putting to have a knife under your bed, especially when you live in a decent and quiet part of town. I’ve never really bothered telling anyone about the fiends. It’s not like most people would believe me, anyway. And it’s not like my joy would last forever. Life is a struggle, after all. It is pain. And it is agony.

One day, they just stopped coming, just like that. The hordes of parasitic ghouls were nowhere in sight. Gradually, then suddenly, they just faded out of existence. Maybe they never even. Maybe I was just imagining them after all. There is no proof of their existence, and there was never any proof of their existence anywhere. My condition is an actual disease, fully diagnosable and somewhat manageable. Not to mention that my awful mental state is the way it is because of my disease.

I am a deeply disturbed man who is the son of an anxious and ridiculously superstitious, to the point of mild supernatural paranoia mother who has a medical issue that we have no real concrete explanation for. That said, I doubt these things weren’t real. They had to be. I could see them. I could feel them, I could fear them. And now they’re gone. I never imagined I’d miss the torment, but here I am, clearly losing my mind over the fact that I am not suffocating on a mouthful of dread. I am losing sleep because there is nothing lurking in the shadows and over the fact that I am completely and utterly alone. Unbothered and undisturbed. Stressing over the ghastly silence and the oppressive emotional void that comes from a not-so-sudden lack of constant stimulation.

Hemingway has this classic moment in “The Sun Also Rises” when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt. All he can say is, “Gradually, then suddenly.”. That’s how the silence drives you insane, especially after living years and years inside a storm of noise and chaos. You wake up one day, and it’s silent. It’s weird, but it’s a welcome change, and then you wake up the next day and it’s still silent and on the third day it’s silent still by the end of the week you are suspicious because it is still silent, and it’s never been silent and you’re thinking all these thoughts, “is this for real? Is this a trap?” but it remains silent.

Before long, before you even realize it, you’re resentful of the silence and then you become afraid of the silence and you can do nothing to end it.

I just want something to go wrong for one night, but nothing ever does, and it hurts, it really fucking hurts because I’ve destroyed my life, my brain, I’ve destroyed everything to get over the pain and the chaos and now that’s gone but the mental agony still pulsates in my spine crippling me for days on end and there’s nothing I can do about these mental wounds. Nothing I can do to make them stop stinging and bleeding now that nothing but the cold gray silence remains.

01:26 UTC


"Strange Incidents at Theater Ten"

Dear Mayor Thompson,

You'll probably stop reading, crumple up this letter, and throw it in the trash, but I implore you to keep reading. Founded in 1970, Theater Ten revived downtown, and provided a safe, fun place for the people of Burningham to enjoy. Unfortunately, over the years, the theater has transformed into a source of anguish. The disappearance of movie-goers of Theater Ten is still fresh in everyone's mind. My sister, Joan is among the twenty-three missing; she attended the screening of Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors with her boyfriend. After Joan disappeared, I couldn't eat or sleep for days. There's a hole in my heart that can't be filled; it's been five years, but it still doesn't feel real. I feel like I’ll get a phone call from Joan, or she’ll pull into my driveway with her beat-up blue station wagon and take me hiking; I miss her every day.

I understand this theater is a historic landmark, and you don't want to demolish it. You either don't understand or don't care that people feel unsafe visiting or working at the theater. Lest we forget about what happened after Theater Ten closed? Several people have survived incidents at Theater Ten, and fortunately, I’ve been able to track down several of them, including a few who were willing to report what they’ve witnessed.

1975: A customer complained the butter dispenser dispensed pus into his popcorn.

1978: A young married couple visited the theater to watch Halloween. The wife got up in the middle of the movie to use the bathroom; she was gone for an hour, and the husband got worried and searched for her. On the way to the bathroom, he brushed past a paunchy woman with swollen, crusted eyes and cheeks stained with yellow vomit. He found his wife in the bathroom

dead—Facedown in a pile of yellow bile.

1979: An employee discovered human fingers in the popcorn machine.

1980: During a sudden blackout, a little girl disappeared from the arcade. Staff discovered her locked inside one of the arcade cabinets, insisting she was sucked into the game.

1982: Several customers complained about bombastic patrons covered in bruises, scabs, and rashes, ruining their movie experience by talking during the film, chucking popcorn at them, and kicking the back of their seats. When asked to stop their obnoxious behavior, they responded by coughing on or scratching them.

1983: An employee went on their smoke break behind the theater and was found headless, cigarette in her hand still lit, body leaning against the brick wall behind her. Even stranger, guests of Theater Ten claimed Cujo cut out, and footage from behind the building played on screen. The footage was a young woman smoking, then two hands emerged from behind her and tore her head off.

1988: A group of teens broke into Theater Ten. According to the witness, this is what happened: “The auditorium smelled like stale vomit. Sores and blisters covered the other patrons. Coughing and sniffling bounced off the walls, and the audience guffawed at the static on the screen. My friends sat down, and the seats snapped shut on them as a Venus flytrap closes on a fly. I felt like I’d pass out, and I couldn’t breathe. The patrons sprang up from their seats and chased me from the theater.”

1989: Two brothers broke into Theater Ten to steal movie posters; while exploring the building, a man in a torn black usher uniform accosted them. According to the witness, this is what the usher looked like: “Yellow ooze leaked from lesions on his cheeks and sores on his lips, blood spilled down from boils on his forehead, black carbuncles were behind his ears.” The usher scratched the other brother during their escape, and he died a few days later.

The disturbing nature of these incidents proves something very wrong is happening, and Theater Ten is not safe for the general public! I’m aware that I’m not the first person to write to you concerning the theater. It’s a source of pain for so many people. Others may not have been as tactful as me. I’m sure you’ve had several letters cross your desk accusing you of accepting bribes or certain favors in exchange for reopening Theater Ten. For everybody’s sake, including your own, this theater must be destroyed!


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15:58 UTC


Zombie Girlfriend Ate My Brain

13:27 UTC



You are torn from the magnificent realm of dreams by a familiar yet alien cacophony of sounds that travel at the photonic speed tearing through the obsidian hued fabric blanketing the night's sky. As soon as your eyes open, the silver heavenly oculus casts its ferrous stare down upon you. A great fear arises within the depths of your heart for the impossibly foreign sounds are violating the silence once more and they are getting closer. The pale white dread forces you into an upright position as the melody of perdition echoes again, stronger, closer, inching nearer and nearer with each movement of a forgotten fallen abominable deity's movement. This orchestra of otherworldly frenzy can only mean one thing and while your mind drifts to a distant place and in a different time where you once more endure the sight of your relative being dismantled, dissolved and devoured until there is nothing left - no flesh, no blood, no sinew nor bone; your legs begin running.

As you run an ocean of living panic takes center stage. Your sisters and brothers, your mother and father, everyone you've called family scatter. You are left behind as the hecatoncheirean poetry draws painfully close to you. Instinctively, you turn back and your heart almost skips a beat. Behind you; a grotesque amalgamation of muscle arrayed in strange mounds supported on ever stranger shapes, hairy manes and teeth. An arachnid formation of eyes glisten at you - they hunger. The thing behind you is a legion and a singular organism both at once. It is so structured and yet amorphous both in the same. It is a singular ravenous maw and many hungering mouths. It is the swarm, the host, the angel of death itself and there is no escaping its murderous lust.

Its moans and shrieks and coughing and whooping laughter and draining the life right from inside your form. You run and run and run, but one of your legs gives out – for a fraction of a second and a sharp pain, unmatched by anything other than the nauseating noise all around you tears through your pelvis. You fall the ground, dust creeping into your facial orifices as you try to get back up, but the pain only gets worse. It burns through abdomen and you feel something snapping and falling out.

One Lernaean Myrmidonhead clasp its jaw around your organs and the others followed suit. You try to fight, but there is no point. Kicking and screaming seems only to arouse the beast, encouraging it to sink itself deeper and deeper into your body. The pain slowly takes over everything, overriding every sensation into a storm of agonizing, anginic and hypovolemic convulsions and stupor that slowly envelops your entire being in its cold and interstellar pulse as your sensations, thoughts, memories slowly bleed into a tunnel shaped temple where your mind will drown in everlasting darkness of the sentient black hole that grinds your cadaver into dust.

22:53 UTC



Rise and shine, boys, rise and shine!

Oh, what's with the long faces? Is it the strange feeling of wetness? No? Oh, oh, I know – you must be wondering why you're so cold even though the sun is shining brightly… Don't worry, it's about to get really hot in here in just a second. Real bloody hot!

It's not that either?


Maybe it's the fact that you can't wrap your heads around how I'm standing here, in front of you, in one piece.


You've gang-raped me and slit my throat before cutting me into these little pieces of meat you cooked on an open fire before you ate me with some beer.

Except, all of that happened in your heads. Worry not, my darlings, you had tons of action last night. All of you went above and beyond in your performances.

With each other.

And I had a blast watching you all get under one another's skin as you were exploring each other's anatomy.

Men expressing their love for one another is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Oh, don't look at me like that. All of you know deep down inside you were having the time of your lives… I wouldn't have been able to separate you even if I tried. You were practically stuck to each other. Trapped in a violently passionate dance of lovemaking…

And now you lie completely naked and fully exposed across from one another and by now you all must be asking yourselves the same burning question;

"How the fuck am I still alive without skin?"

23:19 UTC


"Cyanide Suppository"

I know nobody will believe me, but this happened. I don't drive, so that means getting around is a bitch! Naturally, I use Uber when I can't bum a ride. One night I called Uber to pick me up from work. Regret filled my stomach the moment my ride pulled up. My driver's name was Lloyd, and he drove a dark blue jeep caked with dirt with a dent in the passenger side door. Lloyd had long, shaggy brown hair that spilled down his back; black sunglasses covered a withered and wrinkled face; he wore a ratty Patriots hoodie.

Despite better judgment, I got into his car; I was ankle-deep in fast-food bags; the jeep smelled like ass.

Lloyd flashed a yellow toothy smile. "Is there any particular station you want?"

I squashed a cockroach crawling up my leg. "Nope."

Lloyd pulled into oncoming traffic and smashed into an SUV. The driver was blonde, middle-aged, and wore a business suit. "What the fuck!" She screamed.

Lloyd popped open the glove compartment and retrieved a black, snub-nose revolver.

"I'll handle this."

"Where are you going with that gun?" I said.

Blondey stomped over to Lloyd. "You hit me, retard!"


Blondey dropped to the road; blood poured from the hole in her forehead, and her baby blue eyes rolled upward. Instinctively, I reached for the handle; to my dismay, I discovered the handle had been torn off. Lloyd jumped back in the car and hit the gas.

"What the fuck!" I screamed.

Lloyd stomped on the break and shoved his gun in my face. "Shut Up or else!"

"You can't just kill people!" I cried.

He pushed the gun barrel against my nose. "Humanity is a disease, and I'm the cure!"

Urine leaked down my ankle. "Please let me go."

Lloyd retrieved an orange pill bottle from his pocket and tossed it at me. "Take the pills, or I'll bite your buttcheeks off, jerkcrap!"

The pill was black and cone-shaped. I plopped it into my mouth. "Can I go now?"

Lloyd frowned. "That's a suppository, dumbass!"

I spat the pill into my hand. "I'm not shoving this up my ass, dude."


Blood rushed down the hole in my leg; burning pain spread through my knee. I slumped over, clutching my leg as blood seeped through my fingers. The air smelled and tasted like fireworks.

He pointed his weapon at my ball sack. "Do you wanna lose a nut too?"

I grabbed the suppository and pushed it into my rectum. It burned almost as bad as my knee. It felt like shitting in reverse. "Why are you doing this?"

"You've been drafted into a war against yourself," Lloyd said.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

The car ascended into the sky ;I felt like I was sinking into my seat. A tidal wave of calm washed over me like a roaring tidal wave; it felt like I was becoming one with everything. The hole in my leg healed. I peered out the window and saw clouds and sky. We climbed higher and higher until we were in the darkness of space. Lloyd's skin turned into green scales. I observed my skin was green and slimy.

I glanced down at my claws, and I glimpsed into the rearview mirror; my face was elongated like a crocodile, and I had a shark-like fin on the top of my head and yellow eyes.

I kicked the back of Lloyd's seat. "Where are you taking me?"

"Quiet, young lady!" Lloyd barked.

My dick and balls twisted in knots; my chest expanded into volleyball-sized tits. Terror. That is what I felt when I grabbed the crotch. My penis had turned into a vagina. Lloyd hopped into the backseat and pinned me down. Thick strings of saliva dripped from his mouth; onto my face. "You're going to bare my seed."

I sunk my shark-like teeth into his neck and tore his throat out. Blood cascaded down his scaly chest and stomach. Gurgling reverberated through the vehicle; I pushed Lloyd off me into the pile of garbage. The jeep spiraled into a black hole. I woke up nude, behind a dumpster in a Wendy's parking lot, to a naked homeless person peeing in my mouth. He had gray shoulder-length bits of food clung to his bushy gray beard.


A bloodstream ran down the hole in the center of the man's forehead. He dropped into a pile of trash bags next to the dumpster. Lloyd waved from his car. I got up and ran faster than I ever have. I ignored the dirty looks and screams of disgust by the people I ran past. I realized I'd been gone for two days when I got home. I had no memory of where I'd been or what was done to me. I've never taken drugs or alcohol, and I'm in excellent mental health despite what some jerk doctors say. Moral of this story: Don't use Uber.

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20:34 UTC


Andrew Ate

Andrew ate his mashed potatoes and chicken silently, locking his gaze on the wall in front of him. The wall was pure white, with an ocean of lines drawn across it from top to bottom. No matter how many times Andrew had tried to count the lines, he failed each time, losing track of his how many he had counted before giving up. There were simply too many lines to count, yet something in the back of his mind urged him to try again and again.

As the man ate, something started bubbling up in the back of his throat; a feint yet noticeably sensory anomaly. He ignored it at first, thinking it was nothing as he kept chewing on his meal. With each successive intake, however, the sensation grew stronger. Turning from a phantom itch in the back of his throat to a gradually sizeable rock at the base of his throat.

Andrew realized he had eaten one spoonful too much once a wave of sharp pain exploded in his chest. Exacerbated by his own breathing, in a matter of moments, the painful sensation became comparable to that of a heart attack. Growing worse with each breath. Soon enough, Andrew collapsed onto the floor, grasping at his throat and chest. As he struggled to breathe on the floor, something moved. Something moved inside him. He could feel it. He felt something shift inside, causing shooting bolts of lightning to course through his torso.

The urge to vomit came immediately after. Andrew could feel the liquid coming out of his stomach and traveling upward toward his mouth. Each second become more unbearable than the last as torturous angina shifted and crawled inside of him. The man was in so much pain he couldn’t even properly scream. Every movement of air to and out of his body felt like a rain of swords came down, crushing on him.

The feeling in his limbs gradually faded as he writhed on the floor, coughing and wheezing. The movement of the malignant sensation inside of him made him spasm as his insides attempted to escape his body. Whatever force was pulling his viscera upwards was forcing him to live through an oral pseudo-birth-giving. A sensation of super-heated saw-blades clawed at each cell in his throat once the malignancy inside his body was nearing his mouth. Andrew’s vision rapidly faded in a sea of throbbing heat strokes dissolving his skin.

A cacophony of anguished vocalizations escaped his throat as his vocal cords struggled against the mass crawling out of his mouth. Before he knew it, Andrew felt a relief; if only a momentary one. In a millisecond, the suffering returned. His oral cavity burned as if someone was force-feeding him searing hot coals while he was being waterboarded.

A red torrent escaped his mouth, slowly forming a puddle underneath the man. He felt his remaining strength fade as the puddle grew wider and wider, threatening to take Andrew’s consciousness away. Eventually, it stopped, leaving the man with a strong metallic scent in his mouth.

He stared at it for a moment, too weak to move or shift his gaze. The puddle shifted, surprising him. His vision spun and his entire body pulsated with pain. The puddle became noticeably moving about, shifting away from its source, sending cold chills across Andrew’s emaciated body. He pulled himself upward, barely being able to straighten his head. Too exhausted, hurt, and overcome by an intense fear as the red puddle shifted and twisted, creeping away from its source and growing larger and larger, vertically.

The amorphous mass stood nearly as tall as the man it expelled itself from. It had no features nor a steady form as its entirety swayed softly. With no sensory organs; with no eyes to speak of, it somehow stared at its creator. Andrew stared at the thing he had birthed and felt its gaze being burnt into his skin. He could feel the hatred emanating like heat from within its presence. The man’s instincts took over. Something inside of him just knew he had to get up and run from this thing. A chill ran across his body, swiping most of the pain and exhaustion away. The sensation of his own heartbeat pounding in his chest and the increasingly hostile aura of the seemingly living liquid in front of him told him to get up and run.

His body was too slow to react; once he stood up. It was already too late.

A tendril shot out of the crimson shape. Andrew blinked and a sharp pain pulsated violently, drilling through his abdomen. His gaze fell down and horror gripped his mind, but before he could even asses the cause of his newfound suffering. An anguished moan escaped his mouth before wave after wave of pain exploded within his body, slowly blanketing his entirety in one endless stream of a concussive force tearing apart his bodily fabrics.

Before the sea of nerve-searing lightning and fire drowned out his awareness entirely, Andrew saw red droplets falling like rain all around him, slowly turning into a cold, all-encompassing darkness.

“Wake up,” a soft whisper awakened Andrew, pulling him out of the ever-calm sea of eternal equilibrium. Exhaustion and malaise blanketed his mind as he slowly opened his eyes. Unable to form a single coherent thought, he found himself faced with the same snow-white wall covered in markings. A stood by the wall, dragging her finger across it, her fingernail visibly cutting into it.

“Eighty-six thousand four hundred...” her voice trailed off as she turned to face the prone man. Her mouth widened into a smile. The moment Andrew saw her cold blue eyes, something inside of him clicked and he knew he had to avert his gaze.

“You’ve lasted an entire day... I wonder how more deaths your brain can handle before your mind shuts down completely,” she said, each word burning hotter than the previous as Andrew slowly came to realize a wildfire was crawling towards him, spreading outwards from what appeared to be flaming wings coming out the woman’s back.

23:15 UTC


Pietaador Biisteerrson

If I had to describe Elina Remes in one word, that word would be a rose. Eye-catching, beautiful, and yet thorny. Very colorful and yet incredibly pure. I’ve known her for over two decades. When we first met, Elina was that one girl all the boys at school liked. Most ended up being weirded out by her artistic interests and unusual choice of pets. I on the other hand found her peculiarities charming. I guess that’s why we bonded and remained friends all those years later. Still, as people age, they tend to drift apart. The same happened to her and me. We’ve remained close nonetheless, regardless of time and distance.

It wasn’t much of a surprise when she called me, wanting to talk about nothing in particular. The odd thing was, however, the way she casually spoke about being separated. I remember the happiness written all over her face at her wedding. In fact, she always seems to be content with herself and her life. A woman with a positive heart and yet so dark a mind it would’ve driven anyone else to madness.

The thing about Elina is that her life was always decent; her parents are great, and she has got a great relationship with her siblings. She was never hungry or seriously ill. A dream-like existence. One that potentially enabled her to see things we, the less fortunate, not that my life is so terrible, couldn’t see. She could express and redefine darkness to even the most morbid individuals.

As we spoke over the phone, the topic of art naturally came up. Elina said she was about to launch her first exhibition in a few weeks and wondered if I was interested in getting a sneak peek at her works before they go public. Admittedly, I’ve always liked her paintings and getting to see a bunch of reptiles was just a sweet bonus. I agreed, and we’ve spent a weekend together since she lives quite a distance away.

I ended up driving through a blizzard to see a bunch of depressive paintings, nearly killing myself through exposure just because I felt like having a few drinks and a chat with an old friend. Granted, said friend is probably the most intelligent person I know and is someone who understands me like no other on a spiritual level of sorts, but next time, I’ll have her over at my place…

Once I arrived at Elina’s, I instantly remembered how great it was to grow up in a distant village in the mountains. The silence, the cold yet real humanity, and the almost romantic atmosphere around everything. It was almost intoxicating.

Speaking of intoxicating, as it is customary for us, an offer of a drink followed a greeting from my dearest friend and that’s how we’ve spent nearly half a day. Drinking vodka and catching up before for a few hours before Elina’s art collage came to mind. I had almost entirely forgotten about it in an endless conversation about idiots at work, idiots in the wider world, and idiots as a whole. Honestly, for someone who had been through a recent separation, Elina seemed genuinely happy, with no signs of hurt or longing. Almost eerily so. And it’s not like she hid her emotions, either. We declared our love for each other a few times that day.

Eventually, after being already fairly intoxicated, Elina grabbed my hand and pulled me into her gallery room. Proudly unveiling painting after painting. Before long, a picturesque cacophony of artistic madness surrounded me. Paintings the likes of “Tears of Agony” which was a painting of a screaming face with tear marks carved into the skin surrounded by a rainbow of fiery colors in violent strokes mimicking flames or “Until Death and Beyond” which was a painting of a man kissing his dead lover as the latter lay lifeless, pale and emaciated from consumption were so emotive and true to life they had a sobering effect on me.

Another painting; “Oppression” had an incredibly realistic depiction of possessive oppression or the tight grip of madness on one’s mind. A pair of conjoined ghastly faces, sharing a cheek and obscuring each other’s mouths with equally deathly hands surrounded by pitched darkness. This one was really powerful; I could almost hear their muffled screams as I looked at it. I almost felt bad for them as I looked at these faces.

There were dozens of such paintings in that room, all different, each unique. A new flavor and shade of the mental hell this woman was spilling out of her brain somehow without ever having to pass through the gates of perdition.

Elina found it funny that I was so blown away by the majesty and purity of her works. The unbridled darkness in “A Northern Night Over the Gaping Jaws of Hel” and the insane detail of drawings on the robe of the courtesan in “Jigoku” were all just so captivating and beyond any logic. I knew she was talented, but I did not know she had gotten this fucking brilliant.

And yet, there stood one covered canvas Elina seemed to avoid showing to me. I noticed she skipped that one a few times, but before I could ask her about it. She said, “I’ll be back in a moment” before leaving me alone with the visual madness that was peering straight into my mind.

Whatever was under that cloth really intrigued me, regardless of if this was something unfinished or something that wasn’t up to her standard. I wanted, I needed, to see it. The hidden painting was almost calling out to me, begging for my eyes to experience it. I walked over to the covered canvas, thinking it wouldn’t be too big of a deal if I just took a peek at what was underneath and pulled the cloth away.

My heart skipped a bit when I saw what was underneath. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It couldn’t or shouldn’t have been real. Just couldn’t. My skin crawled, and a sudden breeze caressed my limbs as I stared into the eyes of that thing.

Pietaador Biisteerrson.

A hundred-eyed, dog-headed, tattered-winged abomination with a serpentine lower half. A demonic presence that no one should’ve ever known about. I have told no one about this thing since my mother decades ago. This creature used to haunt me at night. It would just stand over me and drool hungrily as I cowered away under my sheets, trying to fall asleep.

The terrible snorts that accompanied its putrid breath once again came to mind, as I could not turn my gaze away from the illustration of the chimera. Torn between confusion and a growing dread, I continued to stare at the creature trapped on the canvas. As if attempting to face my greatest fear once and for all.

The sound of violent coughing forced me to pull my gaze away from the devil in the painting. Hyperalert and practically wheezing, I left the gallery room, calling out Elina’s name. She wouldn’t answer, but the coughing got worse and louder. Almost to the point of vomiting. I could hear audible pained gasps for air between the fits of a cough. I looked around for Elina, but I couldn’t find her. The house seemed to grow bigger and become labyrinthine in my panic.

“Ella, are you alright?”

“Hey, Ella, is everything okay?”

I kept screaming as the sound of her coughing assaulted my eardrums. Finally, I found her crouching on the floor next to a bed. I stood over her, placing my hands on her shoulders as something escaped her mouth.

“What’s wrong, El..?” I didn’t even finish the sentence. She turned to face me. Her gray eyes were bloodshot and pleading, blood pouring out of her mouth. The color was fading from her skin as she bent herself once more in a coughing fit. Her throat was making all sorts of disgusting sounds between pained moans escaping her mouth and reflexive attempts to expel whatever was stuck inside of her.

The sight of her in this state threw me into a state of panic-induced dizziness, interwoven with fear. I could feel my heartbeat in about every organ and the room was spinning at irregular angles. The combination of alcohol in my system and the sensory overload weren’t doing me any favors. I was getting sick myself and totally lost. Elina grabbed onto my shirt and collapsed on top of me, her head facing downward. I heard something make its way up her throat. That sickening sound, God…

A current of blood came flooding through her lips as I hopelessly watched until she fell on the floor. Completely still. I just stood there, frozen, unable, and unwilling to move. Feeling as if I am experiencing an out-of-body experience.

I thought she was dead; I thought I was dying or was already dead. Maybe there was something in the alcohol. Or something in some of the paint she used. I didn’t want to die. I felt like screaming and crying, but I couldn’t utter a sound. My body wasn’t my own during these moments. My mind was eating itself alive, trying to keep me afloat in all of that madness, but nothing could prepare me for the sight of Elina’s body jolting violently and flipping face upward. She shook violently, grasping at her chest and throat before a thundering crack out of her mouth, echoing like gunfire in my ears.

A dog’s snout came out.

Followed by a massive black mass of muscle and fur and snakes and skin all pulling themselves up from within her mouth with a wet noise violating the room.

It all happened so fast, almost like a movie reel. It was too fucking insane to be true and yet there I was, face to face once again, with that animal that drooled over my form when I was a child. Crawling out of the body of my friend.

It let out a terrible roar that turned into a shriek and eventually into a whistle. I just closed my eyes and prayed for everything to stop. My prayers came true when a wave of burning liquid iron covered everything from my head to my chest. An ocean of searing pain. It was so bad I couldn’t even scream.

After that, came darkness. Pure nothingness. The sweet release of death whose joy-bringing embrace I felt but for a moment and then I was gone.

Eventually, I woke up, wrapped up in blankets in a very warm room. Looking around, it felt very cozy. I thought I was in heaven. Especially after seeing Elina’s angelic face smiling at me.

“Wha… what happened?” I let out.

“You went outside underdressed and passed out…” she said before smacking me across the face. “Idiot, don’t scare me like that!” She scolded, trying to sound stern, but her voice sounded caring and sweet.

My thoughts were still swimming in the mush that was in my brain. My entire body was sore and my head pounding.

“I left you for a second to answer the phone, and you end up half-dead.” Elina complained, “Damn you men!”

“A s-s-second?” I slurred.

“Well, yeah, maybe more than a second… “

“What… about… the… creature… and… you… and… blood…” I questioned, struggling with my verbiage.

She sighed, “You looked at the Bies-infested canvas, love.”

I looked at her, perplexed. She must’ve noticed the change in my expression.

“You won’t believe me now, but this thing is how I get inspiration. It shows the viewer terrible things. Had it in the family forever. We’re immune to its effects. I don’t know why. We see the visions, but everyone in my family knows it’s all not real. It doesn’t freak us out. I look at it every now and again and use the visions as inspiration for my paintings,” she explained.

“Aha…” I wasn’t sure if to believe her. A demon-infested painting canvas sounds kind of impossible, but a lot of things around this woman are impossible. I can’t stress enough just how good these paintings are at being macabre in the rawest sense.

She figured she didn’t convince me just yet, so she got up to her feet and walked out of the room saying, “let me show you something.”

I wasn’t really able to think straight, so none of anything made sense to me at that moment. Elina came back a few moments later holding a piece of paper she handed to me. Her husband’s death certificate.

Cause of death; suicide. The poor bastard shoved scissors into his eyes and ended up killing himself that way.

Elina’s voice turned solemn. “I told him not to look at it, but he did when I wasn't home to stop him, after years of me warning him against it. I don’t know what the canvas showed him, but he couldn’t handle it.”

“Oh” was the only thing that escaped my mouth in response. I was in pure disbelief and potentially considering the truthfulness of her words. After all, why would she lie to me?

In typical Elina fashion, she lightened up the mood, saying, “I never told you why I am single. I just told you I am” before snatching the death certificate away.

“I’m just glad you’re still alive...” she muttered, walking out of the room.

23:54 UTC


The Ghastly Cold

We were supposed to be on vacation with Maya’s parents. Then I caught the flu. I knew it was the flu because it absolutely floored me the day after that pesky sensation of sandpaper crawled into the back of my throat. Not wanting to ruin my wife’s long-awaited vacation, I told her to go on her own. We both knew that on the rare occasion I get a mild respiratory infection I go through the trenches and I really didn’t feel like messing it up with being a mop of a man. So, as my wife left me to be with her parents, I prepared myself for a week in the deepest pits of hell.

The usual symptoms of influenza hit me like a truck, headaches, the bone breaking - muscle torching lethargy coursed in waves throughout my body. Smashing into my being repeatedly like a sea of jagged rocks. Snot stuffed my nose to the point of me being unable to exert myself at all without feeling like my lungs sinking into the waters of an arctic ocean. With each coughing fit, glass shards traveled up and down my throat and bronchioles.

These were my days; the nights were worse. Remarkably so. Starting at sunset, I’d get freezing, even if I had really warm clothes on and the temperature wasn’t anywhere near freezing. I’d shiver and shake as if I had fallen into a room-sized fridge. Having no fever. I’d just get cold, eerily so.

Sleep became a battle because of my congested nose and occasional coughing. I had a hard time falling asleep, but staying asleep was even harder. Especially after I heard whispering all around me the first night after Maya left. It was faint and almost nonexistent. Even so, I could hear it. Every now and again, dragging me out of the realm of dreams and into reality. At some point, I have had enough and opened my eyes, or well, tried to.

The thing is, I couldn’t see anything, and I couldn’t move. I started panicking once I realized I got stuck inside an invisible prison of darkness, within my body, within my head. Wrestling harder and harder with my own bodily functions to shake the force keeping me imprisoned. Nothing but a searing pain traveling through my upper body and anxiety came through. By the time I actually opened my eyes, it already became morning.

My head was spinning, my heart was racing, and my ears were ringing. I felt myself crushing from above and it took me a few moments to actually dare to get out of bed. Fearful I might fall, I didn’t move until I stopped feeling lightheaded.

That day I felt even worse than the previous. My entire body ached, and I was dying to sleep, but every time I dozed off. Something jolted me awake from my stupor.

This was only the beginning of my fever dream interwoven into a fever dream.

When evening came, the eerie cold returned with it. This time, even before I headed to bed, I could hear the whispering all around me. It was still faint and sporadic, but I could still differentiate it from the evening’s silence. There were many distinct voices coming from all around me. Some were sympathetic, others laughing, while others were deadpan. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but I had heard them clearly enough.

Failing to find anyone around me, inside the house and outside, I started feeling bad about myself. The flu had gotten me to the brink of sanity. How pathetic is that? It’s just the flu. In about five or six days, I should be fine. I tried reassuring myself. With that, my anxiety and the whispering seemed to die out as the evening hours turned to night.

Once again, as I was trying to sleep, the whispering returned. This time, it was slightly louder, and I found the strength to open my eyes. Seeing the strange shadows circle around my bed wasn’t comforting once I realized I couldn’t move. Cold waves of sheer fear crashed into my body as I alternated between watching the strange shadows dance and sway around my room and pure impenetrable darkness.

Waking up was worse that day. I felt as if I had been drowning all night and my legs and arms burned while I tried making sense of my room as it appeared double and swinging from side to side.

The following day, my symptoms seemed to get better, even though my throat still burned and my nose was so stuffed I had trouble breathing every now and again, and my coughing was terribly painful. Not to mention the fact, I got stuck in the dusk between wakefulness and sleep for most of the day.

The evening wasn’t any better. The whispering returned with a vengeance coming into my life on gusts of eerie icy wind. Knowing it was just my tired mind messing with me, I tried my hardest to ignore the noise, and mostly; I did. It only became irritating when I went to bed finally.

Eventually, the noise faded, and I finally fell asleep, for a bit.

I ended up waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of whispering and muffled laughter all around me. Refusing to bother with the strange mental tricks my mind was playing on me. I just laid there, waiting for the sleep paralysis to wear off so I could return to my sleep. That, of course, didn’t happen - instead, the feeling of hot iron nails digging into the side of my neck forced me to jolt. I know I’ve opened my eyes, but there was nothing there. Nothing at all. I couldn’t move, but I felt something pressed against me, clawing into my skin. The burning pain traveled down my neck and spread to my arm and chest.

This time around, the pain felt too real to be a phantom sensation. It was so real it even eclipsed the panic bubbling inside of me. No matter how much I strained or struggled, I couldn’t shake the burning sensation off. Whatever pinned me down, I couldn’t shake it off. The fire spread slowly but methodically all over my body, igniting everything it touched in abysmal flames. Eventually, the pain became so unbearable, my tormented scream filled the room as I woke up feeling dazed and lost with every damn muscle burning with lactic acid and a radiating pain bouncing between my back and chest, my throat full of knives as my voice cracked from the strain.

I remember a little of that day. I can sum up that day as a terrifyingly terrible mixture of a pounding headache and the sensation of my lungs collapsing under the air pressure of any deep breath I was trying to take.

One moment I am laying on the couch and the next I lay on the floor of some ashen dead forest. A massive eye-shaped moon overlooked me above the claw-like branches of the decaying, leafless trees.

I was too cold to feel afraid or surprised or to feel any kind of emotion, really. Even attempting to reason my predicament as I stared at the empty firmament above me seemed impossible while I drifted between the flickering moments of unconsciousness. For the first time in days, I was alone, truly alone, without the shadows and without the whispering, and with no distractions.

I was alone with the ghastly cold that made each breath of mine feel as if I was being stabbed with a rusted spear.

I stayed there motionless, looking above at the alternating environment around me; shifting ever so drastically between the familiar monotony of my living room and the soothing murkiness of the pale trees of the silent forest. The only thing that persisted with me is the sensation of ghastly cold that followed me everywhere my mind took me. Growing more invasive and more oppressive by the moment. Slowly but methodically working its way into my body before attempting to break my bones and blanketing me in an ocean of frigid isolation.

It almost succeeded because for a moment everything seemed to disappear and become a black sea of a pure void in which I floated aimlessly until a bright light came from somewhere, from everywhere enveloping me and pulling me out of the ghastly cold and into the warm embrace of my sister, Vicky, who was clutching at me with joyful tears at a place I didn’t recognize at first.

My head was spinning as my eyes slowly adjusted to the bright lights all around me. Struggling for air and with every cell of my body screaming in pain, I hugged Vicky as she began expressing her relief that I was alive and that I actually found the strength and had the wit to call her. I remember nothing about that, but apparently, I somehow called Vicky before collapsing. She said she found me unresponsive and burning with a fever.

Turns out, my lungs were overflowing with liquid, and I was dead for a couple of minutes. That’s what the doctors say, anyway. Something tells me I’ve died more than once in this past week and that this last death was the closest I had gotten to drowning in the ghastly cold sea that awaits us all.

A part of me thinks the ghastly shadows that flocked around me were just trying to welcome me to my new home.

20:36 UTC



I seldom go to church, that is, to maintain a semblance of my nonexistent relationship with the Almighty. I don’t pray for salvation, nor do I confess my sins, because I know I am a man bound for hell. Either above or below, both options are equally torturous-sounding to me. I have no regrets either, so I have nothing to atone for. Whenever I go to church, it’s because the Old Man wants to hear people groveling before an absentee father. He finds that amusing and who am I to object to his whims? They are reasonable, mostly. After all, the Old Man saved my life. I owe him that much.

At that time, I didn’t go to church to listen. I went to church to have a conversation with the pastor. Father Gregory Luciano. I had a confession of sorts to make to him. Luckily, I didn’t have to go through the entire ritual as I had met him outside the church.

“Good morning, Father,” I called out to him as I approached from behind.

“Good morning…” he answered, looking over his shoulder at me. “Ugh, I don’t think we’re familiar,” he continued.

“Yeah, no, we’re not that familiar, but would you mind having a few words with me?” I questioned.

He turned, a pleasant man by nature, this much I’ve learned while studying him for years. A smile spread across his face as he turned to me.

“Yeah, of course.”

I thanked him foremost before approaching the subject at hand.

“Tell me, Father, how come I’ve seen a man of God such as you spend his free time at the place of worship of another false god?”

His smile faded. “What are you talking about?” his voice quivered as the words departed his mouth. “I would never…”

“The brothel, priest, the brothel,” I cut him short.

His face began turning red and his expression turned into one of anger mixed with fear and embarrassment.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about and if, and if you don’t let me be now, I’m calling the police,” he attempted to threaten me.

The temple of Passion of Samael was the name of the place I’m referring to. A whorehouse with a diner where worshipers of the angel of death came along to fuck and eat. Personally, I found it disrespectful to call that shithole a temple of anything. The Old Man, though. Oh, he was having none of that. The moment he found out about this insignificant hut; he dragged me there to obliterate it from the face of the earth.

Turns out it did not piss him off for no reason. A hairy goat fucker was running the brothel, and by hairy-goat fucker, I mean a literal one. A living, breathing, burning, fur-smelling Satyr with a massive member who lived off fucking people to death.

The Old Man has been dealing with all sorts of abominations and cretins for a long time but it seems like he can’t stand these types the most. He hates them more than child murderers and pedophiles.

Once we got to that temple in the middle of God-forsaken nowhere, it was obvious from the get-go that the place is a glorified whorehouse run by an infernal spec of semen and bile. The moment we passed through the doorway, I could smell the stench of sex and alcohol. We sat down at the diner at first. I felt like having a steak with a couple of shots of Jack. Seeing me drink the poison, the Old Man reprimanded me for eating things that’ll kill me.

I simply told him that with him around, I’ve nothing to worry about.

“True enough, boy,” he said before examining the alcohol, “Back in my glory days, the wine was less potent but definitely more poisonous”

“Sweetening your wine with lead is bound to do that,” I quipped, taking yet another bite of the steak, which was quite good, I must admit. My companion burst into laughter. Looking at him express any sort of emotion definitely reminded me of just how similar we both were in personality and looks. He looked like an older version of me, eerily so.

Terrible club music blasted all around us, making it almost hard to hear him as he spoke to me. “Can you smell that?”

The stench of burning fur laced with sweat and cum made its way into my nostrils, killing whatever remained of my partially sated appetite right away.

“Oh yeah, bloody hell,” I said as I threw the fork on the table.

“It’s here, somewhere.” The Old Man said. He always differentiates between these things and humans by referring to them as objects. That’s a lovely thing he does. Not that he cares for humans much more.

I had to ask, partially out of curiosity and partially because I wanted the stench to go away, “Will it stop reeking of this cocktail of piss and shit-stained fur sack once we deal with it?”


He was quick to disappoint.

I got up and the Old Man signaled me to walk up a flight of stairs to an upper floor. That’s where all the action was happening. You could hear the moaning and groaning bleeding through the shitty music from time to time.

Walking up the stairs, some bald douche in a black suit tried stopping me and mumbled something about “The boss being busy there” or something. I shrugged him off and took another step forward. He grabbed me by arm and tried to throw me down the stairs. Instead, I clasped his arm before kicking him in the chest and letting him go tumbling downward. He tried getting up but made the mistake of showing his eyes. They weren’t right, the burning type.

I smirked, letting the old man do his thing, and in a matter of a few moments, the bald cunt was motionless on the floor, his head, a few feet bigger and wider and my hands covered in red. Others were about to swarm me, but one of them stopped the onslaught. It saw the scar on my face. They all fear it, a mortal fear. I don’t blame them. That scar is a bad omen. You fuck with me; you get fucked seven times worse.

The Old Man gave me that scar when he met me. That’s quite the story, really. Doctors diagnosed me with some aggressive type of bone cancer. It spread all over, affecting a few vital organs by the time of my diagnosis. Life was short and about to turn so much more painful. Filled with spite, I set out to drive away my frustration. The idea wasn’t to get myself killed or anything, just to make myself forget for a bit that I was a dead man walking. I got lost in thoughts and speeding above any limit when I noticed lights flying in my direction from the left.

Everything turned bright and then dark. When I regained consciousness, everything was pure, violent, and very palpable pain. Beams of fire swept through my head, firing repeated thrusts of pain increasingly in every organ and part of my body. A sensory overload my sensory receptors couldn’t handle. I was one with the pain. I had lost a sense of self, of the world. There was only agony as the impact frantically spilled my crimson liquid. I was bleeding life itself. Then a bright light shone in front of me, with a shadow slowly crawling out of it. At first, amorphous but slowly took the shape of a human.

It grew larger and larger until I could see it; him, standing fully overlooking my wreckage. An elderly man, with long gray hair and a gray beard. A giant scar carved into the left side of his face concealed by his ashen mane. All of it felt so surreal at the moment, his voice, his presence, me even being alive. It felt otherworldly meeting the Old Man for the first time.

“Would you like to live, boy?” the Old Man asked me, as he crouched over my broken form.

I tried answering positively, but I think something was wrong with my throat as only choked coughs came out. He repeated his question, and this time, while attempting to answer, I could only cough up blood. Knives and pins tore through my skin as he asked once again. The fear of being unable to answer, of dying, of losing everything. It was crushing, suffocating. A sensation akin to a tidal wave descending upon me, filling my lungs and crushing my heart, collapsed onto me.

Rasping out that “Yes” was one of the most painful things I had to go through. Every cell in my body ached as I muttered or wheezed that word out. The Old Man smirked before telling me I’d have to help him now that he was helping me.

I would gladly help him at that moment. As a matter of a fact, I still am. I have no objections to our arrangement. I do, in fact, quite enjoy it.

The Old Man said, “This might sting a bit,” and then shoved his fingers into my face. Whatever he did felt like molten iron being poured onto my face, burning through it and leaking into my skull. The sensation is probably comparable to falling into the sun headfirst. It was so bad I thought my mind would shatter before everything turned black and cold again.

When I came to, I was lying near my wrecked car. It was morning and the Old Man’s voice spoke to me from above, telling me not to look ahead. I didn’t listen, looking at the remains of the guy with whom I collided spilled on the asphalt. The collision crashed half of him into bits and pieces. Guts and bone matter ended up spilling all over along with a part of his peeled-off face and his brain lay somewhere ahead.

What a way to wake up after almost dying. I realized I was fine, save for my face, which was burning with hellfire. That stuck for a few days, but now it’s fine. The Old Man was there. He’s always there and I’ve grown accustomed to his presence by now. Since that day, we’ve been together. Doing what we do best, causing mayhem in so-called satanic brothels.

I’ve gotten to a point when I often forget other people can’t see the Old Man, which makes me something of an awkward conversationalist.

In any case, I was on the second floor of this joke of a temple, looking for the loudest room. That’s where my guy, my goat, would be. It took me a couple of seconds to figure out from which room the dying screams interlaced with ecstatic moaning bled out. I made my way to the end of the hall, trying my hardest not to let the stench of sex and sweat get to me.

Standing in front of the room I was looking for; I pressed on the handle and pushed the door slightly. Surprisingly, it opened. I guess Samael’s Passion includes exhibitionism. I don’t judge. Pushing the door ajar. I saw a naked woman on the floor, in a pool of her own blood, mounted by the source of the stench that haunted me. A fucking goat man covered in blood, semen, and lumps of shit.

What a nasty fucker. He was clearly too big for her. The poor thing was turning blue under him, pointlessly holding onto him as if she was holding onto life while he just kept going like there was no tomorrow.

I whistled to get his attention, but he didn’t hear me. She did. Her glazing eyes turned to me and she screamed. A shrill sound tore through the space. The goat roared as she desperately pointed to me, his head turned to me.

Pure rage and lust burned in those empty eyes. I almost felt myself getting aroused looking into those eyes. The goat finished and slowly pulled himself out of the woman as she spasmed on the floor.

Turning to me, the goat man brandished his meat sword at me, covered in blood, bits of uterine matter, and other liquids. It screamed something about my ass and charged like a while bull seeing movement.

Not feeling like being raped to death by a demonic gigolo, I was lucky enough to have my trusty knife on me. As the beast came onto me, I sidestepped it, stabbing it at the tip of its member and dragging it along the shaft before the monster raced beside me and into the wall.

Realizing what I had done, it let out an awful sound made up of a shriek and bleat. It charged again and this time, the Old Man did his thing, flinging the beast across the room. It landed straight on top of its joystick and, with a sickening crunch; he broke it. Screaming, bleating, and yelping all at once. I walked over to it while it wept, attempting to intimidate me.

Once I stood with my foot on its throat, a fear, a primal fear shone in its eyes. It begged for mercy, making promises and swearing to serve and whatnot. He must’ve seen the scar on my face. The Old Man doesn’t grant any. He commanded the beast to die, and I lowered my foot onto the ground. Impossible sounds came out of the beast’s mouth as fires came bursting forth through its chest and nose. Burning until the beast was nothing but soot. It wouldn’t stop making these sounds until the head turned to ash.

The others must’ve heard the commotion and got the fuck out, reasonably so. I blended into the crowd of fleeing sinners and made my way out of the whorehouse.

Upon the completion of my story, the priest looked at me, wild-eyed and terrified.

“You-you are a madman. I’m, I’m calling the police!” he quaked.

“Father, I might be a madman, but I know I’ve seen you in that whorehouse. Running naked as the day you were born, holding the hand of a woman with fiery eyes.”

He lost all color and stared at me as if he had seen a ghost. At a complete loss for words. Using this opportunity, I offered him an absolution, which felt kind of strange as he was the priest between the two of us. Pulling my hair back, I have prayed for the first time since childhood.

“Forgive me, Father, for what I have done, for you have punished me to wander and tremble for my sins. Forgive this man, Father, for you have turned a blind eye while your servant had dealt your brutal justice upon this man through the sight of the unholy corpse of his lover nailed to the edge of the cliffs overlooking the abyss that is death at your feet. “

He kept standing there as if becoming a statue as I concluded my prayer and walked away. I stopped for a moment, to look at him, his eyes drowned in horror, pure, divine, life-consuming horror.

21:55 UTC


A Black Hound Named War

On a warm July noon, Konstantin Brichinsky was working on his farm, preparing to plant wheat for the first time in a long time since peace had returned to Chyhyryn. The fighting had destroyed the old fortress, and the Turkomans sacked the town while Muscovite forces were on a retreat. Brichinsky fought side by side with his oldest son, Danilo, who never returned the same. The young man had seen many a battle, but this one changed something in him, broke something.

Since then, Danilo’s wife Maryana had given birth to his first son, Serafim, but even the birth of his child did not elevate the man’s spirits. Something died within him while he was defending his hometown. Inexorcisable demons settled inside him. This evil replaced his once bright soul with something cold and dark, prone to violent outbursts which led to frequent arguments with his father and altercations with the neighbors.

The thundering of hooves approaching from the distance broke the silence of the household. Konstantin’s eyes wandered towards the gates to his estate. The gatekeeper opened the gates to the oncoming carriage driven carelessly by Brichinsky’s younger sons, Serhiy and Ivan.

The carriage stopped right in front of Brichinsky’s eyes while the two young men greeted their sweat-covered father. The two young men were involved in raids into Turkoman territory. Slavers and robbers by profession. Konstantin wasn’t too keen on his sons being the land equivalent privateers, but could not force them into the Hetman’s guard.

Their mother, Afanasya, did not approve of their choice either, but seeing what the war had done to her eldest, she couldn’t really protest their lack of desire to join the regiment. As soon as she heard the noise outside, she rushed outside to greet her sons. Behind her crawled her mother-in-law; Evdokia Brichinska, the elderly mother of Konstantin. And Vladyslav, their crippled child.

As they were exchanging pleasantries, Brichinsky’s eyes wandered across the outline of the carriage and he saw the chest tied to its back. Questioning his sons about it, Ivan could only tell him they found it on the banks of the Tiasmyn. Brichinsky approached the chest and studied it keenly. Quickly surmising the ornate decorations to include inscriptions in Latin or some other Western script he couldn’t read. The container was decorated with strange words and even stranger symbols all over its form.

Soon enough, their superstitious sister-in-law, Maryana, noticed the commotion and questioned the youth why they’d bring such a strange object into their home. Serhiy could only smirk and quip that it seemed expensive and could help bolster their pockets, to which everyone laughed.

Once Danilo arrived, the laughter settled, his presence almost changing the mood. Liquid from the alcohol he was distilling covered his shirt. His mouth didn’t utter a single word, but his eyes spoke volumes. As with a silent command, his younger brothers walked to the back of the carriage and started untying it. They carefully placed it on the ground as Konstantin made his way into his barn where had kept all of his tools.

The air stood still as the anticipation grew heavy. Family members looked at each other with curious looks, almost as if trying to read each other’s minds to gauge what was inside the ornate chest.

Konstantin returned with a hammer, and with a mighty swing of his hands, he broke the lock. The tension in the air became palpable. One could cut it with a knife as the gaze of the entire family shifted toward the chest.

Vladyslav was clutching his mother’s hand tighter while his cane shook under the ever-shifting weight of his body as he excitedly shifted it from his good leg to the wood, keeping him upright.

Konstantin purposefully shifted his gaze around his relatives, looking into each of them in their eyes. Visibly amused by their curiosity, before hastily swinging the chest open.

The stench of a thousand rotten corpses exploded out of the chest, forcing everyone present into a violent fit of coughing. Danilo spat all kinds of profanities, sending both his father and brothers into a fit of maddened laughter between coughs.

Once the stench passed, and everyone caught their breath. All eyes were on the contents of the chest, which was empty.

Danilo cursed once again, cursing his younger brothers for bringing a useless box wreaking of rot into their home before profusely apologizing to his visibly angry mother and utterly shocked grandmother. Much to the bemusement of his father.

The two younger Brichinskies justified bringing the chest home by promising to sell it for a decent price. After all, it was lined with gold and silver all over. All they had to do was melt the metals off and sell them.

Konstantin was on board with the idea, so he told his sons to take away the chest into the shed until they could figure out a way to strip it of its valuable metals and more importantly, the stench.

Once they were done, he ordered them to help him work his field. The rest of that day was uneventful. The entire Brichinsky clan gathered around in Konstantin’s house at the center of their residential compound after sunset for dinner.

Afanasya filled the table with all kinds of food and drink. A banquet that even the Hetman himself, if not the kings of Poland and Tsars of Moscow would be envious of. With an abundance of food and alcohol, the dinner table soon turned into a hotbed of arguments about all sorts of subjects.

With the two eldest Brichinsky men possessing short tempers, verbal arguments soon turned into drunken wrestling as both men threatened to destroy the entire household.

The women and children watched in awe and concern as Danilo and Konstantin wrestled all over the living space on equal footing before Danilo found an opening and was about to take his father to the ground, but opted not to out of respect for his father. Thus, the son allowed his father to beat him and they both tumbled to the ground, bursting into laughter.

They spent the rest of the evening in joyful singing and vulgar humor before all parties retired to the sleeping chambers.

As drunk and exhausted as Danilo was, however, he could not stay asleep for long. Nightmares plagued his mind frequently, and that night had been none different. Envisioning himself on the outskirts of his hometown covered in the blood and gore of Turkoman, whose head lay at his feet, he stood in front of the chest his brothers had brought home. The chest swung open and a host of insects and snakes crawled out of it, threatening to devour him whole.

Waking up while it was still dark, and with a racing mind filled with creatures and reptiles, Danilo went out for a walk. He roamed about the Brichinsky family compound aimlessly. Until he heard a voice calling out his name, looking around, he couldn’t see anything. The voice persisted, calling out to him. He looked around to find nothing but the blanket of night covering the entire world around him. Yet the voice persisted, almost seductive in its tone as it called on him to walk into the shed, and he was powerless to resist.

He did as the voice commanded, while a terror bubbled inside of his heart, slowly clouding his mind. Twisting and bending his perception and vision as he stumbled down the tunnel of darkness towards the light; the melody which was sung by the nothingness.

Once finally inside the shed, the man’s eye turns towards the open chest as it shone a beacon of darkness straight into his mind. Dissolving all common sense when a cloud of flying insects burst forth and flew straight into him, throwing him into the air. Once Danilo landed on the ground, a massive living shadow floated over him. Before he could even scream, the shadow descended upon him, dragging him into the darkness of perdition.

Come morning, Afanasya was the first one awake and was in the middle of the preparations for the breakfast for the household.

Danilo awoke in the hog pen. Thirsty beyond measure and with a terrible hunger coursing through his entire body. The appetite was so veracious it clouded every sense and emotion. His body burned with hellfire as the man crawled up to his feet. His throat burned with the feeling of knives climbing out toward his mouth. He ran, on all fours, towards the water trough and began scooping water into his mouth like a wild dog. One farmer working on the estate noticed Danilo and approached him. Danilo, upon noticing the man, lifted his head and smiled wildly.

After his father walked into the bedroom, the infant, Serafim, began crying. The weeping further enraged the already fuming man, and he picked up his own son by the leg before violently slamming him against the wall with a thundering noise. The sudden cracking of bones awoke Maryana, who could only see the silhouette of her husband standing at the edge of their bed, their son in his hand; his body bent in an awkward position. Before she could process anything, Danilo tossed the corpse of their child onto her. As the still warm body of her dead infant touched her, she wanted to scream, but as soon as Danilo saw her face contorting in horror, he pounced on top of her.

Quickly smothering her in bedsheets. She thrashed and tossed, but he was too powerful, and soon enough, she fell silent.

Vladyslav awoke to the sound of someone entering his room. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his eldest brother standing over him. Covered in dirt and blood, a look of pure ecstasy etched on his face. The young boy’s skin crawled as he tried to reach for his cane to get up. The boy’s heart sank once Danilo lifted the cane above his head and began laughing. Vladyslav was adamant to get away from his brother, cane or no cane, so he crawled out of his bed; falling onto the floor. As he started crawling out of his room, a wave of pain pulsated across his back.

Danilo was hot on his trail, beating him mercilessly. Raining down blow after blow from above, each blow being more powerful than the previous. With each strike, more and more bones broke until Vladyslav finally stopped moving.

Afanasya stood across the room from her eldest son. Fear paralyzed her as she watched him beat her youngest to death. Her fearful breaths echoed through the room, turning Danilo’s attention to his mother. Once their eyes met, she tried to run, but her son was already behind her. A wooden spoon in hand, the back of her head. As she fell on the floor, Danilo straddled her and began violently forcing the fork handle into her face, before penetrating her eye and into the depths of her skull, killing her instantly.

Konstantin, who heard the commotion by this point, was standing over Danilo, his rifle aimed straight into his son’s chest. A thunderclap boomed through the compound and blood splashed on the floor behind Danilo.

The rabid man wouldn’t fall down or even falter. Instead, he stared at his father with amusement as he ran his hand across his chest and then licked the blood.

The crushing dread of death began suffocating Konstantin, as Danilo rose to his feet. Eying the door behind them, the Brichinsky patriarch planned to escape the wrath of his maddened son, but Danilo glanced at the door behind them and it closed shut.

The noise awoke the elderly Evdokia who leisurely crawled out of her room only to find her grandson drenched in gore and human organs, head first inside his father’s open chest cavity. Driven by angst, she sheepishly crawled out of the house to avoid arousing the attention of her grandson.

Once outside, the true scope of the carnage graced her eyes. Bodies partially flayed with organs torn open, hanging from the trees in bloody mock crucifixions. Hung as vile parodies of the divine onto their own intestines. Limbs and bones piled about on the ground below. A macabre replication of the hills of Golgotha.

The dead’s hearts hung exposed through blood-soaked bone and their lungs clung to tree branches like the leathery wings of fallen angels.

The elderly woman screeched like a keening mother, who just lost her infant child to the plague and aroused Danilo’s attention. He stared at her through the window, with sheer contempt building up in the rotten remnants of his soul, as he watched her stumble back to her feet in a pointless attempt to escape her fate.

He followed her for some time, allowing her to escape the confines of the city and into the wild fields where none could save her from his lust for death. Once he had enough of watching her pitiful attempts to run for her life, he swung his hand upward while pointing at her and she flew into the air.

Bringing his hand back down, Evdokia’s body came crashing down onto the earth. Her skull broke and her neck snapped with a sickening noise before the rest of her form collapsed on the ground.

A black starving dog watched from the distance as Danilo approached his grandmother’s dead body before clasping his head between his hands and twisting it violently. Dropping right next to the corpse of his progenitor.

The dog looked at the two bodies for a few moments before gathering the courage to strut up to them. Once it became convinced they were both deathly still, the dog sank its jaws into Danilo’s groin, tearing out the juicy organs and signaling the start of a long-awaited feast.

Sunday prayer began in Chyhyryn, and no one in the local congregation had noticed that a black dog snuck into the church. It sat silently in the back, staring at the praying masses, preying upon them with its milky-white eyes while pulling its lips to form a human-like smile as blood-stained saliva dripped from its jaw.

21:02 UTC




Chapter 1

When am I going to stop being treated like a mushroom? Kept in the dark, and fed crap. The grey sky rolled above our helo while green trees flowed underneath. What's the mission sir? Um, it's above my paygrade? Yeah sure. Maybe they should change the name of our squad from the Cleaners to Shiitake or Shittake?

My stomach roiled as I went through the bare bones briefing back at base. Heck, I could've written all of the details on my hand. Let's see, they lost contact with a secret govt lab, and we were sent to find out what's going on. Sounds easy, but a chill kept rushing down my back like there's a draft in the helo.

Ah yeah, this is going to be a cake walk. After the sick stuff in Belgium and Austin, I was ready to retire, but I still need money. Coke and hookers don't pay for themselves. Well, I don't take drugs unless my doc makes me. Hookers on the other hand, well, they're cheaper than a girlfriend, especially the bad ones. Still need money for both.

"Yo pegasus, you awake?"

Oh yeah, someone got tired of regular call signs, and made up new ones. Not sure yet if I like these. Got them from some new guy in Operations. Gotta make a note to find out what he's into. "Whatcha want unicorn?"

Unicorn beamed. "I got my horn right here!" He grabbed his crotch.

I sighed. "Too bad you're using a low caliber weapon."

He laughed. "And you're hung like a horse. You know, like one with a rope around its neck!"

I shook my head. "They don't hang horses, they shoot them!"

Pony, our commanding officer, broke in. "Stop with that BS. You're making my head hurt." He scowled, and went back to checking his weapons for the whateverth time.

I slouched back, and looked out the window. For a moment, I wanted to ask how far, but to be honest, this mission felt bad. Maybe I won't come back after this one? No. Gotta stop with the negative thoughts. Just haveta keep my head on a swivel so it won't end up on a pike. Yeah, yeah, I know most folks don't use pikes, but I have seen some strange things.

Pony growled. "Listen up! Meeting!"

I got up, and followed Unicorn down the aisle a few seats. We had the whole helo to ourselves.

Pony sat there while the light from the few lights in the helo sunk into his scowling face.

This mission is going to suck like an overpowered vacuum. Can feel it in my bones.

We sat down.

Pony took off his cap and ran his scarred right hand through what was left of his white hair then he put his cap back on.

I knew it, he got the heebie jeebies too. This was no newbie first mission jitters. No, this was Death running his or her cold-ass scythe down our backs, and silently laughing.

"Well, I gotta bad feeling about this mission. We're going to be working with three CIA suits. I don't have to say what a pain that is," He said.

Nothing says fun like having to watch the spooks, and the enemy at the same time. Can only swivel one's head so much before it falls off. After that it's body bag time.

Unicorn growled. "That's how Austin went south, those damn spooks got in the way. We almost had to take the blame for the failed mission."

Pony sighed. "Yeah, we barely escaped a court martial, and or disappearing. I tried to see if we could either do the mission alone, or pass, but that was the reason why we're still working. We owe them."

Unicorn spat out, "We owe them shit!"

Silence filled the helo's cabin for a while.

I hate working with the CIA. We're just toy soldiers to them; throw us in the grinder and get more later. No respect. But I have to know more. "What are the deets on this mission?"

Pony barked out a laugh. There was no smile in his eyes. "We meet the spooks at the top secret lab. Help them unscrew the pooch, and hopefully survive."

Unicorn laughed mirthlessly. "Don't those spooks know once the pooch has been screwed it can't be undone? It's not a jar."

Pony just shrugged.

"Wheels down in fifteen!" The pilot announced over the comms.

I glanced out the window. Dawn would be coming soon. The worst missions were at night. Hopefully this one won't be too bad. If I knew now what I knew then...

The helo dropped us off in a small clearing. Above us, the sky was brightening while some birds started to chirp. Not quite the pre-dawn chorus yet. I wondered where the spooks were when they stepped out of the trees. When we landed the area looked clear. Guess I wasn't looking in the right places.

I was probably expecting dark sunglasses and suits even for the woman. No, they wore some sort of brownish camo that allowed them to fade in. What sort of job needs that stuff? Again, a chill raced down my back. Yeah, this is going to be a mess. They did wear sunglasses. I bet they aren't the same ones you can buy in the Sharper Image catalog. All of them also had large packs. Wonder if there was spook stuff inside them besides ammo and spare weapons.

"Which one is Pony, the team leader?" The tall woman with dark hair growled.

What I could see of her looked good, but then again she's a spook. Can't trust any of them.

Pony stepped forward. "That's me ma'am."

I could've sworn I heard the other spooks snicker. The other two just looked like generic guys you see all over the place. Your eyes just slide over them to move on to see more interesting things.

"I'm Agent Pink and this is Agent Orange and Agent Green," She said and gestured to the other two.

They just curtly nodded. No handshakes or any attempt to make us feel welcome.


"What's the mission Agent Pink?" Unicorn asked.

Let's see if they'll give us the treatment. Could almost smell the crap coming.

Pink just frowned. "I'm sorry, but you don't have the clearance level to be briefed."


Pony sighed. "If we don't know what's going on, how will we handle the situation correctly?"

A smirk crossed Pink's face. "We just need you to engage any suitable hostiles, and to follow orders. No thinking on your end required."

I looked over at Pony.

He tensed up. "Fine."

Unicorn gave me a look.

I looked back. Yeah, these guys are real friendly, and forthcoming.

Green scowled. "Are we done?"

Pink nodded. "Yes. Pony, please allow you and your herd to lead. Stop at the edge of the forest."

Great. A dangerous situation, and the folks we're working for are dirtbags. Even if they were nice, we couldn't trust them. Yeah, like we already don't have threats to watch for.

We moved to the edge of the clearing with the spooks following. To be honest, I would've preferred that they were in front, and not at our six. They don't deserve the position, and I don't trust them there. What if we see something that's above our paygrade, and need to know? Are they going to double tap all of us? Then again, we're on the same side. Sure.

Pony stopped, and gestured for us to halt and find cover.

I took out my monocular, and checked the place out. While the forest was waking up, and had a few chirps and rustles, the base or facility was dead quiet. Nothing moved. To be fair, it looked run down. Lots of rust and peeling paint everywhere. But that could be a cover to make visitors lose interest. Bet that all of the fun and scary stuff was underground. Way, way too far down from the sun. Dying in the dark has been one of my fears. Not looking forward to facing that.

Yeah, yeah, I'm supposed to be some sort of killing machine. But let me tell you about fear. The right amount and training keeps you alive, and you don't get cocky. Too little and you could miss something, and the next thing you're not coming home. Or you come home not all there in all sorts of ways.

A few moments passed then Pony made the proceed gesture, and we slowly filed out of the forest to the base or whatever.

Sorry, I don't know the nature of the place we're going to. Too bad. When we walked by the unmanned checkpoint I smelled something familiar, and nasty. Once you smell burnt hair and flesh, well, you won't forget it.

Green opened the door to the booth, and some clothing fell out. The smell got worse. He looked inside. "Nobody here."

I scrutinized the clothing. It looked like someone had been wearing it, and then they got teleported away somehow. No blood or burn marks. If there was no smell, it would be a real head scratcher. Well, the hair on the back of my neck stood at attention. Burned flesh stink but nothing and the odor did come from the booth, we didn't smell at a stronger concentration elsewhere, yeah, we were in the Twilight Zone. Wished that we could change the channel.

Green looked at Pink.

Pony glanced at us.

I was beginning to think that I should've missed this mission.

Orange opened his mouth then closed it. "I guess we will continue on."

Pink nodded.

We continued to the front door.

At any moment, I expected a bullet to come flying out of nowhere, and end our lives or at least mine. Maybe, maybe that would be the best outcome? No, nothing happened when we finally stood next to the door secured by a keypad, and a card reader.

Pink stepped up, and typed a code then she swiped a card through the reader. It beeped. One of the only sounds other than our footsteps, and breathing that we heard outside this dead facility.

The door opened and we got a view of a strange killing field in the lobby. Lab coats and military uniforms lay scattered all over the floor. Like what we saw at the checkpoint, it looked like people had been zapped away leaving their clothing behind. Spent brass casings littered the floor around abandoned assault rifles and pistols. There was blood, small drops on the floor and walls leading to the right.

Something or someone got hit, but we didn't see any bodies. I could see that the walls were pocked with bullet holes around the height of a six-foot person. So whatever they shot at was that tall. And of course we could smell the remnants of cordite.

"Enough of the freakin mushroom treatment! What the hell is going on!" Unicorn whispered.

I turned and watched Pink frown. Yeah, lady, how about telling us your toy soldiers!

"That's enough soldier," Pony growled.

Unicorn looked at me.

I looked back.

Unicorn whispered, "Spontaneous Combustion."

I nodded. Heard stories about people just bursting into flames. It gets weirder than that. They burn without setting anything else on fire. What kind of lab was this to harness such power?

"Pony, please keep your people in line," Pink said, then she gestured for us to go to the right.

We continued to the right slowly, guns out ready for some unknown horror to jump out at us. I have to say, if the guards had weapons similar to ours and they failed to kill what destroyed them, how are we going to survive?

So we continued down the hall looking at clothing stuck in doorways, lying on the floor and of course slumped over desks in silent offices. This place was more like a tomb than a research facility.

"Walk three more doors down and stop," Pink said.

I wondered what she knew of the situation. Wanted to turn around and look, but I better keep my eyes forward.

There had been another pitched battle in this area. Again the usual clues were here. Brass casings, bullet holes and of course some blood. Too little. For a stupid moment, I thought that some mice with spliced genes had escaped. Their blood red eyes holding strange powers, but a round would shred them to pieces. No mouse bits here. What was the nature of the enemy? It would be great if we knew before we engaged them.

The third door was to the security office. Maybe we could watch videos, and see what happened. Not a fan of dealing with a threat with no info.

"Stop. You go in and check the area out," Pink said and pointed at me.

Wow, I'm the lucky one.

Pink leaned over and swiped her card through the reader.

It beeped and the door clicked open.

I swallowed. What was on the other side of the door? Hopefully, something I can shoot or I won't need to shoot. Time to crouch and slowly push the door open. Real slowly, gotta watch for tripwires and other traps too. Once there was enough room for me to squeeze through, I was in.

For a moment, I looked around again for traps. An almost invisible wire or a floor tile slightly higher than the other ones or other threats. No, the little hallway was clear. At the end, was the door to the security room. Just my luck, the door was ajar.

I snuck forward, ears straining to hear any sound that might alert me. Nothing. Finally, I was at the doorway. A quick glance was disappointing. All of the monitors and equipment was smashed. Bits of plastic and glass littered the floor, and crackled underneath my boots. Great. Time to go back and relay the news.

"No hostiles, the security room is messed up," I said.

Pink frowned. "Stay here."

I nodded.

She went into the hallway.

I wonder if she'll come back with something, oh wait, how will we know?

After a few moments, Pink came back with a larger scowl on her face. Her hands were empty, but that meant nothing she could've put any info inside her pack.

"What about Subsection D?" Orange asked.

Pink nodded. "Fine."

Pony looked around then at Pink. "Where's this subsection?"

"It's two levels down, that's all I can tell you now. You'll get more details later," Pink said.

Pony nodded then pointed down the hall.

We got ready to move.

Pony set off down the hall, and we followed him. After several more minutes of walking through this tomb of abandoned clothing, we made it to the elevators. Of course, they were off. Made sense, but barely. Whatever took out the people here would not be stopped unless the stairs don't go two levels down. Or the hidden threat was lazy.

Unicorn looked at Pink. "I guess you have a key?"

She just shook her head, and pointed to the stairs.

Other than the possibility of getting shot at from above and or below, stairs are fine. I guess. Who knows in this place?

After Pink swiped her card, the door to the stairs opened, and we went down. As we crept down the stairs slowly, I wondered if all of this caution was needed. What if whatever had caused this had left already? Yeah, there were no tire tracks leading out, but a helo could evacuate a team without leaving a trace. Maybe we will find out what's going on downstairs. I pushed that thought away. Too early to get spooked.

Finally we reached the second level. There was a message in blood that said, "Don't look into their-," the rest was a useless smear. Was it eyes, mouths, backgrounds or something else?

Pony pointed at the message. "We could use some info."

Pink scowled.

"You know what? How about my team just sits here, and takes a break. You can deal with whatever that message warned us about on your own. Heck, you could try to shoot us if you want, but we're not moving until we get some more intel," Pony said while his eyes narrowed.

For a moment, Pink's hands moved toward her gun.

The rest of her team tensed up. Their weapons were raised, ready to rumble.

I raised my gun.

Unicorn raised his gun too.

Pony just stood there like a stone statue.

Pink moved her hand away from her gun then raised both of her hands. "What I say doesn't leave this area. Agreed?"

Pony nodded.

I kept my gun up because Orange and Green kept theirs up too.

Pink looked around. "This facility had a project researching uses for quantum physics. Someone found a way to make portals, and send things through them. Then we lost contact."

Pony sighed. "Do you know why you lost contact?"

"No. That's why I want to go to Subsection D, it has hidden backups of what was recorded by the security room. No one on the base knows about it. It's the best way we can find out what happened," Pink said. "Green and Orange lower your weapons."

After a brief delay, they complied.

Yay! We're all friends here. Yeah, right.

Pink pointed to the door.

Pony went in and we followed him.

When I crossed the threshold, the hairs on my back wished that they could get a chair to stand on. It was like my heebie jeebies had doubled. Great. Unlike the main floor, this dark green hallway had doors on each side and no way to see what was inside each room. Was there a lady or a tiger or considering how this place felt, a tiger-lady. A woman with the body and hungers of a tiger. Damn! Where did that come from? Pushed back my imagination, and held my gun tighter.

Further down the hall was an open area next to a wall. Purr-, perfect area for an ambush. Gotta stop thinking about tiger ladies.

As though everyone had the same thought we crept down the silent hallway just waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did.

We were near some chairs with clothes in them. The area was against a wall and to our right was just a door and another wall. Better than some enemy crouching in wait for us to come into view.

Pink took off her pack and rummaged through it while we looked around. After a moment she pulled out a tablet and fussed with it.

A door opened somewhere. I couldn't see which one.

Orange said, "What the hell?", before bursting into strange colored flames.

Definitely not part of any rainbow I ever saw.

Green's skin began to smolder. He fired a few rounds at something.

I had a feeling that I shouldn't try to see what was attacking us. Glanced around real quick then I grabbed a frag grenade and pulled the pin. Yeah, I know it can be dangerous to use grenades indoors, but I doubted bullets would work. Then I threw the grenade at the edge of the hallway so it would bounce toward the unseen threat.

Orange collapsed to the floor.

Green still kept firing as his skin turned red as a lobster.

There was a WHUMP. Something shrieked in pain down the hall.

Green hissed. "I'll take care of the bastard!"

"Wait, let the soldiers deal with it," Pink said.

Green shook his head and rushed down the hall.

"Don't look at its eyes!" I said then I looked at what was left of Orange. For all of the flames and burning, his clothes, gear and carpet were untouched. What sort of weapon could do that? Was it really spontaneous combustion in a weaponized form?

The screeching stopped after Green fired some rounds. He walked back grimacing in pain. "I think I have third degree burns."

"Do you wish to wait here?" Pink asked.

Green shook his head and groaned. "Orange has, um, had the medkit should be something there for burns or at least some painkillers."

"What did you see?" Unicorn asked.

Again Green shook his head. "It was just a blur. It faded away when I killed it."

Pink pointed her tablet at Orange's, um, clothing and pack.

I heard a click like she was using some sort of photo app.

Pink touched the wall, and a panel appeared. She typed in a code, and a larger door slid open with a hiss.

We got ready to enter.

Pink pointed at me. "Grenade man stays outside to cover our backs. The rest of Horse's team stays in the hallway for support. Green, you're with me."

I wanted to say something, but a quick look from Pony made me stay quiet.

The door slid closed then it opened.

Pony winked at me as the door closed.

But it was blocked by a spare magazine so the door was cracked open.

Finally, I'll be able to hear what's going on if the blurry enemies don't fry me first.

Cool and normal!

Author's note: There is a part two.

03:42 UTC


Which world is real? part 26

Zoe, Cyn and myself arrive at Sin’s holding cell the next morning to find Krish there already going through data.

Chloe, “Good morning.”

Krish, “Good morning.”

Well honestly, we all just greet each other in a positive manner, but none of us feel very positive today, we all know that it is not a good morning, nor going to be a good day today.

One of them will be free of the cursed power and go home to his or her new life and one will leave here as a prisoner till the end of time, and since we decided to let them decide, none of us know what to expect. Zoe hasn’t said a word since we left home this morning and Cyn has been crying all night, her eyes is still red from all the crying and even though she did her best to clean up and shower this morning, you can see that she is a mess.

Chloe, “How is he?”

Krish, “Still heavely sedated, but I have gone through the data collected since they brought him here, his brain waves are stable, and all vitals are normal.”

Chloe, “Open the view please.”

The one guard works on the controls and the wall flickers and becomes translucent, we can see my husband been help in place by multiple metallic tentacles, he is still dressed, but they removed the cloak and hood, now you can see how badly burned his body is. His collar is flickering showing that it is still active, but since all the guards are nervous of him I set his collar to full power, I check the status of the chip in his brain on my gauntlet and I can see that it is still 100% active.

Cyn, gasping, “dad?”

Krish, “he can’t hear you, he is still heavily sedated.”

Chloe, “when last did they pump the sedatives into him?”

Krish “after what happened at the hospital? They decided to keep the flow of sedatives constant, they don’t want to interrupt the flow and risk him waking up.”

Chloe, “and his injuries? Has anyone looked at them?”

Krish, “no doctor or nurse wants to go near him.”

Zoe, “I know he has screwed up badly, but that is horrible, those injuries needs urgent medical attention. “

Chloe, “as much as I agree with you I can’t blame them and he did bring this on himself.”

I look at Cyn, “are you sure you are ready for this?”

Cyn, “I am sure.”

Krish, “there is still time to change your mind, you really don’t have to do this.”

Zoe, “Please listen to them.”

Cyn, “look if it means that one of us will be free from this power and can have a normal life, then I think it is a sacrifice worth making.”

Zoe, “a sacrifice that should be a family decision, not decided between you and a psycho.”

That was the worst thing Zoe could have said, I looked around at them just in time to see my daughter punch her in the face.

Cyn, “He is not a psycho.”

Zoe, getting up from the floor holding her hand over her bleeding nose, “look at what he did to you and your mother, he did that, not you or her.”

Cyn, “that wasn’t him.”

Zoe, “it sure looked a lot like him.”

Cyn, “we did it to him, we knew what would happen if we kept dragging him into war, and yet we did, so this is on us, all of us and everyone who’s lives he saved.”

Krish, “Okay, enough, what happened in the past doesn’t matter, all that matters is what you and your father decide to do today. Just remember, whatever you guys decide, there will be no going back from this.”

Zoe, “wait, I’m sorry, but why do this, Cyn isn’t as affected by the power as he is, so why put her at risk of getting his and taking his place in prison?”

She was right, but this power will eventually corrupt anyone who has it inside of them, it is better to have this power contained in one host and contain the host, then risk it corrupting another person. So we eventually had to explain to Zoe and believe me it wasn’t easy to eventually get through to her and get her to understand.

Chloe, “Okay, wake him up.”

All the guards in the room immediately looked up at me in shock. I could see the fear in their eyes.

Chloe, “you can all go, we can handle it from here, Krish you got the monitors? Please keep an eye on those brain waves.”

Krish, “I am on it.”

We all know what he is capable of and what he has done, but we also know the lengths he went through to help our daughter and make up for it. I give my daughter one last look, she is holding her new pendant the is wearing around her neck, the little white crystal that her dad got for her to heal her, Zoe was kind enough to make it into a pendant for her to wear. I can see that she is scared.

After a few minutes he starts to wake up slowly, I can see he is trying to look around, but since I blocked his sight he can’t see anything.

Chloe, “Krish, how is his brainwaves? “

Krish, “stable, I can see he is panicking a bit.”

Chloe, “activate sound in the cell.”

Krish immediately activates the sound in the cell and I take a deep breath, I know I am going to have to sound calm now.

Chloe, “Sin, I am going to give you your sight back now, please stay calm, we need to talk to you.”

He doesn’t respond and just looks in front of him, then I decided to see if I can get him to at least react. So I gave him his sight back and he immediately looked straight at us.

Chloe, “do you know where you are?”

Sin,”I do.”

Chloe, “Where are you?”

I had to make sure that he is cognitive enough to make a logical decision.

Sin, “Back in my cell.”

Chloe, “No, you are in a holding cell, you haven’t been transferred to your permanent cell.”

Sin. “permanent cell?”

Chloe, “yes, you are unstable and dangerous, we can’t allow you near civilization.”

Sin. “so you make me fight for you and then when you don’t need me anymore you throw me out like trash.”

Chloe, “no, we might be able to change that, we have looked at the stone you brought back, the only problem is that it can only cure one of you, so you and Cyn will need to decide who it cures.”

Sin, “I don’t understand.”

Chloe, “We also found out where you got it, and how you got it, you found the crimson planet and you wiped out all of the natives there, you absorbed all of the planets energy and then took the stone for yourself.”

Sin, “The stone is the only thing that can take crimson energy out of things.”

Chloe, “no it can’t. If can only be used to transfer crimson energy from one crimson energy carrier to another, so Cyn offered to use it and set you free so you can start your life over, I thought that maybe you would be willing to do the right thing.”

Sin, “this is my curse, if the stone can safe one of us, then let it be her.”

Cyn, “Dad, no, I am an adult and I also get a say in this.”

Sin, “I have decided.”

Cyn. “So have I.”

Chloe, “Okay, why don’t you both calm down now.”

Krish, “Okay his heart rate is back to normal, he is calm.”

Chloe, “we are going to release the restraints now and Cyn will come in and talk to you alone, we will give you guys time to talk in private and to decide, are you okay with that?”

Sin, “There is nothing to discus, I have decided.”

Cyn, “Sorry dad, but I think we need to talk about this and decide together. Please hear me out at least.”

Sin, “Okay, I will hear you out.”

Chloe, “I am going to give you back your motor control of your body now, but only with limited strength, if at anytime we notice that my daughter might be in danger then I will stop you immediately, is that understood?”

Sin, “I understand, she won’t be in any danger.”

We immediately cut the sound and I look at Krish, “do you trust him to do the right thing?”

Krish, “I don’t know, but either way, we have agreed that whoever takes on the power will also take on all the crimes and accept the sentence, so no turning back now.”

I look at my daughter, “are you sure about this?

Cyn, “I am sure, he is my dad, and we need to do right by him now.”

I give Krish a nod and I give him his motor functions back, I can see him slightly move his arms and legs as he tries to stretch, and then krish initiates the releasing sequence, immediately the metallic clamps on the tentacles scans him and the distance to the floor and they slowly lowers him to fleer level, the moment they reach the floor they release him and he falls forward, luckily he blocks his fall with his hands and he gets up slowly, he stretches a bit and he is still yawing from all the sedatives, we give him a few minutes to stumble around the cell until we can see that he got his balance back.

Chloe, “Vitals and brainwaves?

Krish, “normal, this is as safe as it is going to get.” Then she looks at my daughter, If you are going to go speak to him it is now or never.”

Zoe, “please don’t go, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Chloe, “She will be fine, his collar is still active and set to full power, and he has limited strength right now, and we will be watching, so if he tries anything I will activate the chip in his brain immediately. “

Krish, “lets hope it wont come to that, we do need him to work with us today.”

Cyn, “I thought it is our decision and that whatever we decide you guys promised to respect?”

Chloe, “it is and we will, but I still hope that you guys will make the right decision.”

Krish, “Okay, time to go in.”

As Cyn starts to walk towards the blast door separating is cell from us Chloe grabs her arm, “please don’t do this, you can’t leave me, I love you and what will happen to me if you go into that prison? You got a wife you know?”

Cyn, “and my father also has a wife and a mother, what about my mother?” then she pulls free and walks in and the blast door seals behind her.

I give Krish another nod and she immediately blocks the sound from the room like my daughter requested of us. We promised them privacy and we decided to honour that promise.

All we can do now is watch in anticipation.

Cyn walks up to her father and she gives him and hug, he returns the gesture and hugs her back. Then after a minute they let go, I can see they both have tears in their eyes, but she starts to talk to him, I can see that he is listening intently, but then he interrupts her, this goes on for a while, they keep interrupting each other.

Zoe, “I wish I knew what they were talking about in there.”

Chloe, “we will no their decision once they are done.”

Zoe, “this is not fair.”

Chloe, “No it is not, but we promised to respect their privacy and decision.”

I could see the conversation was getting heated now, he was pointing at her and then at us, then he walked up to the glass and pointed at myself and then Zoe and then her, but then she would do the same, pointing at him, then me and then Krish. This went on for a while, until eventually they calmed down and spoke calmly, I could see that they both had tears in their eyes again, and then he stopped speaking and she spoke for a few more minutes, after that she gave him a hug and he gave her a hug, she then kissed him on his forehead and she turned around and walked towards the blast door, he just slammed his back against the one wall and slit down into a sitting position, I could see the tears in his eyes and he just stared at us, but not at us, but into nothingness, I could see the look of defeat on his face. Our daughter came out and she had tears in her eyes.

Zoe immediately ran up to her and embraced her and she returned the embrace, then she took her pendant off and gave it to Zoe, she then looked at me, “Mom, we have come to an agreement and decided who will be cured.”

After she told us about their discussion I just looked at him and back at our daughter, I couldn’t believe on the agreement they have reached, it went in the complete opposite direction anyone of us would have expected.

Cyn was still crying and Zoe was holding her tight, also crying, I was in charge here, so I had to keep my tears in, my daughter eventually let go of Zoe and walked up to Krish.

Cyn, “It is time, give me the stone.”

Krish, “are you guys sure about this.”

Cyn, “we have both decided and agreed that this is the only way and for the best.”

She then came to give me a hug and she went back in.

We all watch as they walked towards each other and they gave us one more look, then they both placed their hands on the stone and you could see it absorbing the crimson light from them both.

Zoe, “this is good, right? They will both be free?”

Krish, “no, the energy has to be absorbed by a living person, the stone is just a transfer vessel, it can’t contain the energy.”

Then Zoe fell to her hands and knees and started crying again, I also felt like crying, but once again, I can’t. I wish I could, I know that when this is over one of them will go home to a normal life and one will be locked away for all eternity.”

The stone eventually stops absorbing their energy, but they are both still holding it, in order for this to work, they can’t let go until the transfer is complete, and then the stone starts to glow with crimson energy, it gets brighter and brighter until all we could see what crimson light in the room, we had to eventually cover our eyes as it was becoming to bright, then there was a final flash of crimson light and everything returned to normal, when we eventually managed to look into the room they were both laying on the floor passed out and the stone was nowhere to be seen, it was over.

I immediately entered the room with 4 guards and scanned them both for the energy signature, the transfer was a success, I then ordered the guards to remove his old collar and to make sure that the one of the 2 who now has the power gets the correct collar on which will stay on and never come off ever again, I activated prisoner X’s collar and brain implant, the other one was immediately transferred to hospital for aftercare and observation.

Krish and myself are now on my ship heading for the new prison to make sure prisoner X is secured in the new cell, the twins has volunteered to be the new prison overseers to make sure that nothing happens to prisoner X.

Now let me tell you about the new prison we have designed.

The prison itself was an older jump ship with which we had redesigned into a prison, it will only hold one prisoner, code name, Prisoner X in order to protect the prisoners identity.

The ship is located in the furthest outer realms of dead space, where the time dilation is 1 year to 10000 years, we have managed to shield the ship in such a way so that time will run normally for the Twins, the guards, the nurses and the maintenance staff, we will rotate all staff once a year.

The ship will remain cloaked and the only way to get there is by jumping using a beacon, but the ship itself will also do random jumps in order to make sure that it is never in the same place, another reason for the beacon, only myself, Krish and my mother has the codes for the beacon, the ship has however been armed with self defence weapons in case it is ever needed.

No inside of the ship, there will be 1500 guards stationed taking shifts of 500 guards on duty at a time, we also have an additional 3000 mechanical guards stationed there, and all have been armed with modified smaller versions of our gravity weapons as it seems it is the only weapon that can stop a crimson light being. The machines will stand guard throughout the prison at all times as they don’t need to rest, the Seleon Guards will man the camera room monitoring prisoner X’s cell, the cell itself has 500 cameras monitoring everything in the cell, there is not a single spot they can’t see.

Then the entire prison has been lined with crystal on the outer hull and everywhere inside to block any dark entities, the ship has also been covered in reinforced armour that is near indestructible. The entire inside of the prison will be lit of with lights bright enough to make sure that there are no shadows anywhere and no shadows can form, whenever a Seleon moves around they must wear protective glasses to protect their eyes, except for in the crew areas where they will be living.

Then we have installed miniature versions of the gravity weapon in every hallway leading to the cell where prisoner X will be kept, as well as in the cell.

Now about the cell, the cell has been reinforced with 4m thick armour on all sides and the door itself has been build up the same, the cell has also been outlined with additional crystal layers, and the entire cell has been fitted with bright lights, the restraints, there are 2 tentacles to hold each arm and 4 to hold each leg, the body will be supported by multiple braces and the prisoners head will also be supported, the prisoner will receive nutrient intravenously and water orally through a feeding tube, but in order to make sure we have no issues as prisoner X now holds the power of 2 beings, as well as millions of natives from the crimson planet and the energy from the planet itself, the prisoners mind will be uploaded into a virtual prison simulation where it will remain, now the simulation will simulate everything that is happening in the actual prison and the twins are the only ones who can monitor what is actually happening in the simulation, and lastly we will activate the prisoners brain implant to keep the prisoner paralysed as well as blind at all times, so the prisoner will never know its mind is trapped in a simulation. We have decided to activate a sleep routine to give the prisoner some sense of reality though.

Now it might sound like over kill to go through so much effort for one prisoner, but this prisoner is now officially the most powerful and dangerous being in existence, but unfortunately due to the time dilation communication to and from the prison is impossible, but if anything happens for any reason they can send a distress call using subspace communication systems which will be picked up by my mother, Krish and myself almost immediately, but unlike with the beacon which is affected by the time dilation, the distress signal isn’t and we can use it as an alternative beacon for a direct jump to the prison.

We have finally arrived at the prison and prisoner X is still sedated and has been moved to the cell, after the nurses checked that the prisoners vitals are normal and we were comfortable that the prisoner was properly restrained we activated the mind upload, it took a few minutes, but there was no issues, once the prisoner wakes up the prisoner will not even realize that the prisoners mind is in a simulation. I took one last look at prisoner X in the cell, we have removed the prisoners clothing and the prisoner will now remain in this sell till the end of time and after.

As I walk out of the cell the guards activate the locking mechanisms on the door and the floor shakes as the heavy armoured blast door seals shut, I take a last look at the monitors and once I am happy that everything is active and working at full capacity I went to the Twins office, Crystal has decided to let us raise her daughter at our home world while she is doing her tour on this prison.

I say my final good byes as Krish and I go through all of the data collected from the prison as well as the simulation, the prisoner has woken up, but has already become docile and unresponsive, but that could be due to the temperature the cell is set at and the cocktail been injected into the prisoners blood to keep the prisoner calm.

We eventually got back to my ship and I handed command over to Krish, I just lost a family member and now it is my turn to cry alone in my room.

5 years has passed now without any incident, prisoner X is still in good health, still unresponsive, but there has been no issues at the prison, I myself have done multiple ransom visits at the prison to inspect everything and collect reports.

Unfortunately there has been another attack and we are preparing to jump to offer our support, the dark fleet is currently attacking the Acturion system, we have recalled 3 of our fleets in order to assist in this battle, I will lead this battle myself, we have 90 ships in total, we will be initiating our fracture jump in 3...2....1....

21:06 UTC


Which world is real? part 25

As we enter the room we find the head doctor waiting for us.

Doctor, “if it isn’t my favourite patient, What happened to him this time?”

I look at Cyn, and back at the doctor, “I have no idea.”

Cyn, “he was going to get himself trapped in the void again, so I hit him with everything I got to stop him.”

Doctor, “Oh okay, atleast this time I know what to look out for.” He runs a few scan and then looked at us smiling. “No injuries, he is just exhausted, let him stay here over night and he will be fine to go in the morning.” He then injects Sin with something.”

Chloe, “What is that?”

Doctor, “A mild sedative, just to keep him asleep till we get home.”

He then gestures to me to follow him, so I did, as soon as we enter his office he seals the door.

Doctor, “I didn’t want to tell you this infront of the others, but we have a problem, a huge problem.”

But just then we heard my daughter screaming and we ran out just in time to see Sin hit her with Crimson lightning, it throws her through the wall and I hear bones break. We immediately run in the direction she got thrown in just to get hit by crimson lightning as well, but instead of it throwing us threw the wall as well it pins us against the wall, I look up to see my husband walking towards me, but this time it wasn’t my husband, he was glowing in crimson light and he was covered in his armour, but his eyes were glowing crimson red and his face, neck and hands were covered in lines, his hair was even showing crimson lines in it, yes he was actually in need of a hair cut as his hair was just below his shoulders at this time already.

I looked around to find the Zoe also pinned to a wall, I could see that she was in pain, we all were, I started reaching for my gauntlet on my arm, but before I managed to activate the chip in his brain my gauntlet burned and fell off. I looked down and saw my gauntlet destroyed, my arm was on fire, that is when I heard someone screaming “Stop, let them go.” And immediately we all fell to the ground and he was gone, I immediately ran out of the room through the hole where he blasted my daughter through and I just froze in shock at what I saw. Her tiny body was mangled, broken, she was still alive, but barely conscious, the last words she said before falling unconscious was “Dad, Why? “

After that everything felt like it was happening in slow motion, I saw the nurses picking up her mangled body, treating Zoe’s burns and broken arm, I remember them treating the burns on my arm as well. They said we will all need planet side specialist treatment.

As we arrived at the hospital Krish met us there, she could just look on as they brought my daughters unconscious mangled body in, my burns were to severe even for out nano technolody to fix, Zoe’s burns they could fix and her broken arm, and my daughter has been in surgery for days.

The specialist in charge of her treatment finally came to talk to me.

Spcialist, “What happened to her up there? “

Chloe, “My husband.”

He looked stunned for a moment and then his face changed, he tried to look professional, but I could see the look of defeat on his face.

Chloe, “What is it?”

Spcialist, “We have done everything we can for her.”

I went ice cold, expecting to hear that she is dead, Zoe was with us and she started to cry, thinking the same.

Specialist, “she will live, but, she will be paralysed from the neck down for the rest of her existence.”

You might wonder why he said existence and not life, well as Seleons we have figured out how to fix the genetic flaw that causes ageing and death, so we can live forever and never age or die, we can be killed, but even that is difficult, and my daughter has already gone through the procedure when she was 18.

Chloe, “What do you mean? We have the best medical treatment and technology in the universe.”

Specialist, “Yes we do, her spine was crushed and most of the bones in her neck was crushed beyond repair, even with the nano tech, believe me, we have tried, we even tried to implant her with an artificial spine and her body rejected it. “

Zoe, “looking at the specialist, may I please see her?” she was in tears, we all were, Cyn use to always be so full of energy and life, her and zoe would party till dawn, dancing and singing and drinking and just having fun together, now she will never be able to do any of that ever again.

Specialist, “she is sedated, but you can go in.”

Zoe and I went in and Krish decides to wait for us outside, Cyn eventually wakes up and looks at us.

Cyn, “Wow, this is weird.”

Zoe, “Why?” pretending that everything is fine.

Cyn, “Apparently I am paralyzed from the neck down, not that is something new to me.” Trying to force a smile, but then she starts to caught up blood.

I look back at the specialist and he just shrugs.

Cyn, “well he didn’t want to tell me, so don’t be mad at him, I read his mind, and don’t worry about the blood, they said it will take a few days for the nano bots to repair my lungs.”

Zoe leans over and kisses her.

Cyn, “Where is dad? Is he okay?”

After what he did to our daughter I am furious, I could feel my own blue light building up, “He is gone, and when I find him he will wish he wasn’t okay.” I get up to leave the room and hear my daughter calling me back.

Cyn, “Mom wait, I stopped and looked at her, “Mom it wasn’t his fault, I heard the conversation between the two of you on the balcony, he begged you to leave his collar on, we did this to him, we dragged him back into this war, he needs our help, not our judgement. “

I looked at my daughter, she almost died, she is paralysed for life, and still she thinks about doing good towards her father, still she understands the curse he lives with, but my anger wont go away. I just reply to her and leave. “you might be right, but he didn’t have to do this to you, I will never forgive him.”

I leave the room ignoring her pleas, just to find my way blocked by Krish.

Krish, “I can’t stop you from doing this, but before you do, there is something you need to see.”

Chloe, “What is it? I don’t have time.”

Krish, “come with me.”

I left with her and we eventually arrived at her lab.

Chloe, “what do you want to show me?”

Krish, “she is right you know?”

Chloe, “I don’t care, he will pay for what he did to her.”

Krish, “I downloaded the data from your ship, his chip was transmitting until he left.”

Chloe, “is it still transmitting?”

Krish, “no, he is out of range, and our scanners can’t detect him anywhere in the known universe.”

Chloe, “how is that possible? Our upgraded systems can detect his crimson light energy signature millions of light years away.”

Now if you wonder how we can do that, we have patrols, satellites and even drones permanently scanning all over the known universe for energy signatures similar to his, and they are permanently communicating with our control centres on our home planet through subspace communication systems.

Krish, “Look at this.”

Chloe, “What am I looking at?”

Krish, “his brain waves before the first attack, during the battle and after, and this is his brain waves just before the dark empire attacked, during the battle and after and this is when he woke up and attacked Cyn.”

Chloe, “so he was fighting an internal battle to not give in to the darkness the entire time? “

Krish, “Exactly, he was about to regain control, but the moment your mom ordered them to take the admiral he started to lose control and the darkside of his personality started to become predominant, but when Cyn took him down he lost the battle and this is what happened.” She shows me how his light side went dormant and the darkside of his personality took over completely. “

Choe, “So he didn’t know what he was doing?”

Krish, “Well this side of his knew very well what he was doing.”

Chloe, “is there anyway to help him or bring him back?”

Krish, “I don’t know, but can I ask you something?”

Chloe, “You can ask me.”

Krish “even if there was, would you look at him the same way you use to before he attacked your daughter?”

Chloe, “No, I am sorry, I know he is your son, but no, I want him to pay for what he has done.”

Krish, “this may sound harsh, but I agree with you.”

Chloe, “has the upgrades to his new prison been finished on spec to the new data collected?”

Krish, “Yes, and I made a few extra modifications that would help hold him even if he grew a thousand times more powerful.”

Chloe, “I am going to find him and stop him for good.”

Krish, “wait, before you go, you will need this.”

I look around at her to see her holding a syringe.”

Chloe, “What must I do with that? I would never get close enough to him to inject him and he destroyed my gauntlet, the only thing that could control his chip.”

Krish, “I know, this is not for him, this is for you.”

Chloe, “I don’t understand.”

Krish, “Its nano technology, it will stop him from reading your mind, and since he destroyed your gauntlet and caused that,” pointing at my burns on my arm,”I am not putting you at risk, this will be able to send a signal to the chip in his brain the moment you give the command”

Chloe, “I am sorry, but I am not taking another implant again.”

Krish, “trust me, I removed your implants the last time, why do you think your mother dragged me infront of the counsel? She doesn’t know about this, and the moment you subdued him then I will deactivate and remove the nano bots from your system. “

Chloe, “Okay, do it.”

I feel a burn in my neck as she injects them into my blood stream, but then my view changed.

Chloe, “what is this? “

Krish, “It will warn you when his energy signature is close.

I had a lot of preparation to do before I set out to find Sin, and until we had any idea of where to search I had to wait, I can’t just take my ship and jump randomly through the galaxy hoping to find him by accident.

Months has passed now with now with no sign of him, it is as if he just vanished out of existence, my daughter is still in hospital undergoing multiple surgeries every month as they are atleast trying to fix her mangled body. Between spending time at our control centres hoping to find him and put a stop to this and visiting my daughter in hospital I haven’t slept much.

Then one day we got a hit, we expected that he would be somewhere on the edge of the galaxy, but no, it was close, very close, too close. The first hit detected him in my daughters room at the hospital and I immediately left to go stop him from killing her, but when I got there he was gone.

My daughter was awake and I found Zoe knocked out on the floor, but this time she had no injuries, all my daughter could utter was “dad, why” she kept uttering the same words over and over, I kissed her on the forehead and started walking towards the door, I glanced back at her one last time and said, “I will stop him, I promise you.” But as I was about to exit the room I was blocked by a shield of crimson light and I heard her voice, “Mom stop.” It was impossible for her to use crimson light or even blue light now as you have to be able to aim your hand in the direction you want to channel it into.

I turned around slowly in shock to see my daughter standing again, barely as she hasn’t stood on her legs in over a year, her mangled body fully healed. I was in shock, I just looked at her and barely uttered the words, “but how? How is this possible?” I could feel tears streaming down my face now.

Zoe was slowly getting up from the floor, “uhm ouch, that is going to leave a scar... on my pride.” I looked at her to see her shaking herself right.

Then I looked back at my daughter, “but how? How is this possible? The doctors said you will never be fully healed ever again.”

Then she opened her other hand and I saw a bright white light in it, “dad gave me this, he said it will help me and it will help you.”

I walked closer and then Krish came in the door, I looked at the tiny crystal in her hand, “What is that?”

But she just placed it on my arm against my burns and they immediately healed.

I looked at her and then at Krish, “What just happened?”

Krish, “That is impossible?”

Chloe, “I know.”

Krish, “Nobody can get to the white light planet and live.”

Both my daughter and myself look at her.

Chloe, “What do you mean?”

Krish, “We have been studying that planet for millions of years and tried to get there, but its surface temperatures are almost as high as a star, we couldn’t get closer then a few lightyears before our shields would start failing and our ships would start over heating. He must have really injured himself badly going after that.”

Cyn, “yes he did, I barely recognised him. “

Chloe, “but wouldn’t this crystal just have healed him the same way it healed us then?”

Krish, “I don’t think so.”

Chloe, “Why not? “

Krish, “there is still a lot we don’t understand about the white light and the source of existence. “

Cyn, “The source of existence?”

Krish, “I will explain later. “ then she pulled up the footage from the room and it shows sin appearing in a flash of white light.

Chloe, “What was that.”

Krish, “he must have used the crystals energy to get himself here. I would think that he must have weakened himself in order to shield himself long enough to retrieve the crystal.”

Then we see him walking towards our daughter, but this time he isn’t wearing his usual crimson armour, but he is wearing some sort of cloak and hood, hiding his face, you can see her looking at him and she screams at which time Zoe enters the room and blasts him with blue light, but he doesn’t attack, he doesn’t even shield himself, her blue light hits him and throws him against the wall, but then he just holds up the crystal and there is a flash of white light and when the light is gone she is knocked out. He then gets up and walks over to our daughter, you can see him grabbing her hand and putting the crystal in her hand and then he whispers something in her ear and he walks out of the room, after that her body starts shaking and you can see her body pulling itself back into place, and her healing and then she passed out for a bit.

Chloe, “why would he walk out if he could just jump away.”

Krish, “because he is still weakened, we need to find him before he regains his strength. “

Cyn, “no, I am coming with you.”

Chloe, “you can’t, he is dangerous.”

Cyn, “no mom, I know where he went.”

Chloe, “Where?”

Cyn, “home.”

Chloe, “Why would he go there?”

Cyn, “He said that he is ready to surrender, that you must stop him, he said that he will wait for you at home.”

Chloe, “this is a trick.”

Zoe, “this is definitely a trap.”

Cyn, “he said he has something for you.”

Chloe, “did he say what it is?”

Cyn, “No.”

We left for my place and I alerted my mother and the twins, we have to be ready for anything.

As we entered I see him standing there, I walk up to him, but I can’t see his face, he is still covering it with the hood.

Chloe, “Show me your face.”

Sin, “no, there on the table.”

I look at the table to find a glowing crimson crystal there.”

Chloe, “What is that?”

Sin, “a way to stop me.”

Chloe, “I don’t believe you, show me your face.”

He slowly removes his hood and I gasp at what I saw, he was badly injured and burned, parts of his flesh was gone, you could actually see the bones from his skull, then I noticed his hands, they had similar injuries.

Chloe, “Does it hurt?”

Sin, “It doesn’t matter, its a small price to pay for what I did to you and our daughter.”

Chloe, “it wont change anything, what you did was unforgivable, and you need to pay for it.”

Sin, “I know, that is why I came back.”

Chloe, “after a year?”

Sin, “That is how long it took me to find a way to help our daughter.”

Chloe, “all you did was fix your own damage.”

Sin, “I know, and now I am ready to surrender.”

Chloe, “you do know what this means.”

Sin, “I do, so what are you waiting for?”

I looked at him for a few seconds and then I spoke the words, “Sin, stop.”

I saw tears coming from his eyes as his body went limp and he dropped to the floor.

Chloe, “you can come in, it is done.”

Then 2 guards came in and placed his new collar around his neck, I expected him to scream in pain as it synced to his system, but he didn’t. They took him away to a planet side high security cell where he would be held till we can transfer him to his permanent cell where he will remain until the end of time.

Our daughter just looked at him as the guards took him away. Then Krish looked at the crimson stone on the table, “what is that?”

Chloe, “he said that it is the only way to stop him.”

Krish, “that is cryptic, I will run some test on it, give me 2 days. When is his transfer scheduled?”

Chloe, “in 3 days time, that is when there will be a jump window to the new prison location, but until then we are keeping him paralysed and blind. “

Krish, “I agree. “

She took the stone and left and the next morning I went to see my mother with Zoe and Cyn.”

Azaria, “you did good, I didn’t think we would ever be able to catch him.”

Chloe, “We didn’t catch him, he surrendered.”

Azaria, “well I am sure he must know that he messed up this time, attacking you and Cyn.”

I looked at my daughter and she gave me a nod.

Azaria, “what is going on?”

Chloe, “I saw the reports from the ship, we spend all night going through them.”

Azaria, “and?”

Chloe, “when the dark fleet arrived he approached you and he begged you to not let him go into another battle, he warned you that if he does that he might lose himself to this power.”

Azaria, “that is true, but you have to understand that the needs of the many outweighs the needs of the few.”

Chloe, “mom, can you hear yourself right now? What happened to the peace loving people orientated queen that you were known for?”

Azaria, “we are at war, war calls for extreme measures.”

Chloe, “Mom, he isn’t some tool and weapon to be used, he is my husband, a father, a son..”

But she interrupted me, “and he is dangerous, this is who he is, and who he chose to become.”

Chloe, “I am disgusted with you.”

Zoe, “You know what? I thought I would have a life of peace here, learn from your people, but listening to you right now, I would rather remain on Earth and take my chances.”

My mother gives her an angry look, “Then why don’t you go back if that is how you feel?”

Cyn. “Sorry, but she is a Seleon now, we are married and the law states that a seleon has full rights to live on any Seleon world they choose. “

My mother tried to say something, but we just got up and left.

Krish eventually came to see me and she looked a bit conflicted.

Chloe, “what is wrong? “

Krish, “he wasn’t lying, it is the cure alright.”

Chloe, “so I can get my husband back and Cyn can have a normal life.”

Krish, “I wish it was that simple.”

Chloe, “What is it?”

Krish, “It can only help one of them.”

Chloe, “What do you mean?”

Krish, “it cannot draw the crimson energy out, it will only transfer it from one host to another.”

Chloe, “so either way, we still lose one of them.”

Krish, “unfortunately yes.”

Chloe, “this has to be their choice to make then.”

Krish, “you do know that that means that one will be free and have a normal life and one will have to go to the new prison for eternity.”

Chloe, “I know, but I will let them decide.”

Krish, “very well. Lets meet at Sin’s holding cell first thing in the morning.

She left and I went to see my daughter and I told her everything, I could see that she was conflicted and on the brink of tears, but all she said to me before I left was. “mom, I will do right by dad, this is our fault, not his. “

18:45 UTC


Which world is real? part 24

As we arrive at our destination where the Galactic counsel head courters are we are all in awe at what we see.

Zoe, “OMG.”

The twins just gasp.

Azaria, “looks about right, I expected as much. “

Chloe, “Mom seriously?”

Azaria, “Okay, I have to admit, not as much, but no turning back now, we have to follow through on the plan.”

Zoe, “What the hell are those.” Pointing at the huge metallic rings circling the planet.

Azaria, “planetary defence systems.” She immediately orders a full and detailed scan of the planet and their weapons. “Okay, a bit more advanced then I expected.”

We all look at the results from the scans, well let me highlight the obvious first. The planet itself is surrounded by 4 orbital metallic rings, then the planet is completely covered in a gold metal. The scans returned that the rings themselves contains hundreds of hangers all housing about 50 fighter ships. The rings themselves are armed with energy weapons, missiles, dark matter cannons as well as EMP generators. Then for the planet, it has hundreds of hangers each housing over 1000 fighter ships, and the planet is armed with the same weapons as the rings, then the planet is hollow, so it is actually a space station, housing millions of aliens from different alien races.

Zoe, “uhm, how is this a good plan?”

Azaria, “it isn’t, but we will just have to make it work, you see that? “ pointing at the one screen, they already locked onto us the moment we arrived, if we try to jump now we are dead, and those dots on the screen” enlarging it, revealing hundreds of battle ships, “are blocking our way from using slip space to leave.”

Cyn, “So I guess we stick to the plan, as crazy as that sounds.”

Azaria, “it will work.”

Zoe, “I hope so, lets just hope Sin can handle all of them.”

Then we all hear him in our heads, “I can.”

My mom looks at me, “it was a good call to not block his telepathic gifts.”

Chloe, “Well, how else will we communicate with him.”

We get ready and we open the jump portal to the location they sent us on the planet, just to be met by hundreds of guards all pointing their energy weapons at us.

Chloe, “This is bad, this is very very bad.”

Cyn, taking her hand and whispering at her, “keep quiet.”

Then a few guards approaches us carrying shock collars in their hands, but as they get to us my mother stops them. “What do you think you are doing? We were invited here for a diplomatic discussion, your people said nothing about those.”

The guard, “put them on in good faith, we don’t want anyone to get hurt and our people are already nervous of you.”

Then my mother looks at me and nod and we all submit to them to collar us.

Christine, “well now I know how Sin feels. “

Azaria, “Keep quiet.”

Chloe, “we are going to die here today.”

I look at her to tell her to keep her mouth shut, but then I notice that my daughter isn’t wearing a collar, she looks back at me and I point at mine, she just smiles and flickers out of existence and back in. That is when I got it, she is using her ability to create illusions so they cant see her.

So the guards lead us into a huge hall that is filled with hundreds of aliens from different alien races, all sitting in groups, the guards leads us to the middle of the room then takes their places around us.

That is when we hear a voice, “This hearing is now in session, high Queen Azaria...”

Azaria, “That is my name...” almost in a sarcastic tone which makes me want to laugh. But then a guard hits her from behind, she falls to her knees and gets up and looks at him, the next moment she hits him back and he lands a couple of metres away from us. “Touch me again...” but then they activated her shock collar and she drops to her knees, but they deactivate it immediately.

Chloe, “Mom, are you okay?”

Azaria, “yes, nothing I can’t handle.” She gets back up and looks at the draconian speaking.

Draconian. “Do not interrupt me again.”

Azaria, “Okay, but can you atleast speak a bit faster, I got another meeting to get to.”

He looks at her confused and then he continues. Honestly I think my mom has been spending to much time around Chloe and the twins, since she has started to pick up on their sarcasm.

Draconian. “you have been summoned to this hearing for judgement, you have unleast the Demeca on our planets and it has destroyed and killed millions of our people in this galaxy. “

Azaria. “Demeca?”

He then points to a screen that shows flashes of Crimson light destroying a few of their ships leaving earth.

Azaria, “oh him, I don’t think he would like what you are calling him. “

Draconian, “your judgement is..”

Azaria, “wait, doesn’t the judgment usually come after a proper hearing?”

Draconian, “The hearing has concluded, you were summoned here to receive judgment.”

Azaria, “May I speak?”

Draconian, “Fine, speak, but it wont change the judgement.”

Azaria, “pointing around the room, so each one of the alien races represented here today has been abducting and experimenting on humans from earth and who knows what other aliens from other less advanced planets for thousands of years, you have been oppressing those planets, slowing their advancement, stripping them of resources, attacking any planets that are not part of your so called counsel, and when someone finally stands up to you, then you cry about it.”

Draconian, “That is our way, the way we have always been and our culture.”

Azaria, “So, our culture and our way is to help those who need it, and “pointing at the screen, “his culture is to fight oppressors like you.”

Draconian, “the counsel only recognise the culture of those part of the counsel.”

Azaria, “That is a bit hypocritical, won’t you say.”

Draconian, “it is what it is.”

Then we all hear Sin in our heads, “I’m getting tired of this guy, can I begin.”

My mom just smiles at the Draconian, you have dug your own grave, we came here to talk, but if it is war you want, then so be it. “Sin, it is a go.”

Just then the whole planet shakes and the draconian pulls up a screen just in time to see all their defence rings explode from been hit by crimson lightning, “You brought demeca here? “

Azaria, “he prefers to be called Sin.”

Just then my daughter materialized between us and him and she just lifts her hand and hits all our collars with crimson lightning and they shatter to pieces, but the guards are also quick on their feet and starts to fire at us with their energy weapons, but my daughter was prepared for them and had us shielded.

She takes them all down with ease and a quick random blast of Crimson lightning, but just before she is about to hit the one alien, the alien lifts its hands and speaks. “Please don’t, I am on your side, follow me.”

We all look at each other confused, but we follow her as more guards are storing into the room, she gets us away from the guards and to a quiet spot, then she taps on her belt and her disguise vanishes.

Azaria, “an Acturion?”

The girl. “yes, I am a spy, I was sent to infiltrate here and get information, but once I got in I was stationed here and I lost contact with my home world and couldn’t get away. “

Azaria. “We can help you.”

The girl, “how, they blockaded your ship.”

Just then our gauntlets lit up again and we hear Sin’s voice in our heads again, defence systems down, and scramblers destroyed.

Azaria. “That was fast.” Then she gave the order for the fleet to attack, and we can hear buzzing everywhere.

The girl, “What is going on? And how did you guys destroy those rings?”

Azaria, “We will have time for that later.” She grabs the girls hand and in a flash we are back on her ship, we can she as the sky lights up with fighters heading our way and then it happens, our fleet arrives, over a 100 jumps ships, and then my mother gives the order to attack, the next moment Sin appears on the bridge with us and the girls falls to the ground and tries to crawl away shouting Demeca...Demeca...Demeca....”

Sin, “What does that even mean?” his crimson light immediately fades and he goes back to normal, he followed my mothers instructions to the letter.

The girl, “it means destroyer of worlds.”

Sin just rolls his eyes and leaves the bridge. I can see he is tired, but I have to stay here for now and help manage the battle. We decided to not humour the enemy, so we didn’t sent out our own fighters, instead we waited for their fighters to get close enough and that is when all our ships opened fire and within a few minutes most of their fighters were destroyed. You could see some retreating to the space station thinking that they would be safe, that is when the other jump ships move to protect our ship and we move closer to the station.

My mother runs a final scan of the planet and that is when she gives the order, “Activate the gravity weapon, destroy it. “ then she looks at me. “take over, I am going to go have a word with the prisoners Sin and Cyn caught today. “

My mother leaves and I watch as the space stations cracks after the 3rd pulse, the moment the 4th pulse hit it I give the command to do a last scan of the system, but that is when I detected them, Wormholes opening all around us.

Chloe, “The dark fleet, how did they find us? Cancel jump sequence now, all ships to defence formation. “

Incoming signal.

“Hello Chloe, did you miss me.” It was my mothers twin sister.

Chloe, “Samara? Why?”

Samara, “what? Oh no, hell no, I am not with them, when your mother told me what you guys are planning I decided to have my fleet on standby for incase something goes wrong, we are just out of sight and cloaked, we are awaiting your command.”

I give a sigh or relieve, I already informed my mother that the dark empire has arrived and are approaching our fleet, and she is heading back to the bridge with Sin and Cyn.

She decides to open a visual channel to the dark fleet and shares it with Samara and her fleet.

Azaria, “This is high queen Azaria, stand down and we will let your people go.”

Then the screen went life and we see a huge man sitting in a chair wearing pitch black armour, he was bold with a lot of scars on his face.

Admiral, “This is the admiral, names are not important because you and your people will die here today.”

Azaria, “trust me you do not want to do this. Leave in peace and your people will live, I know that you have woman and children on your ships and so do we, we are both commanders trying to look after our people, let us stand down and find a way to reach a peaceful solution. “ I could see her hands shaking, then I saw Sin and my daughter also noticing it.

Admiral, “Our people are ready to die in battle, are yours?”

We know that our fleet is outnumbered 5 to 1, even though our ships are much larger and faster, their smaller size gives them the advantage of manuvourability.

Admiral. “This conversation is over.” And then the channel closes and all our warning lights starts to go off, that is when the alerts starts coming in that we are been targeted by multiple anti-matter cannons.

Azaria. “Our shields won’t hold against those weapons.”

We all go cold as we see them firing at us, this is it, this is where we all die. But then their anti-matter gets blocked by a crimson shield and we all look at Sin and my Daughter in surprise as they are both just standing their calmly holding their hands in the direction of the incoming attack, eventually the enemy stops firing.

Azaria, “They need time to recharge. “ the then orders the fleet to attack.

We can see our ships also firing anti-matter cannons at them and some of their ships vanish in an instant. But more keep arriving, Samara and her fleet has also started to attack them from behind and after a few minutes we get another alert. “Multiple ships approaching in Slip Space.

My mother looks at the girl, “your people?”

The girl, “yes, the moment you detected the enemy approaching I alerted the emperor, you saved his daughter today, so he is in your debt. “

Azaria, “You are Daisy?”

Dailsy, “yes I am.”

That is when thousands of Acturion ships appear everywhere around us and around the enemy.

Incoming signal.

Admiral, “you might have won this battle, but you haven’t won the war.”

Azaria. “I am sorry, but you are not leaving here today, except in a prison cell.”

Admiral, “I know about your people, you are merciful, you wont kill.”

Azaria, “Yes you are right, but I can’t say the same about the kids, that is when she widens the view and shows Sin and Cyn to him.”

She looks at them and gives them the order, “bring the admiral to me and destroy everything else, the one order that she should never have given to my husband.

They immediately vanish in a flash of crimson light and appear on both sides of the admiral, I see my daughter grab him and vanish again in a flash of crimson light, that is when the feed goes dead.

Azaria, “What happened there?”

Pilots, “Queen, we are receiving strange readings.”

The screen immediately shows the enemy fleet fading in and out of existence, and the scans are all over the place, then it picks them up and then it is as if they don’t exist and its just going faster and faster.

Azaria, “What the hell is he doing?

Samara. “He is going to trap them in the void, stop him, stop him now, if he goes in there again I won’t be able to get him out again.”

That is when there is a crimson flash on the brindge, I never even saw my daughter enter. The enemy ships return to normal and after a few minutes there is crimson light all over the place, some of the crimson lightning almost hit our fleet, and then the enemy ships started to explode, and after a few seconds our daughter appears in front of us holding her dad up, he just looks at me and then he falls to the ground.

20:59 UTC


Which world is real? part 23

After my mom and Kris left with them to the palace I went to sit in my room, I was trying to convince myself that I did the right thing, but then the more I thought about it the more I realized that I was wrong, I immediately wished that I could undo it, but like my mom said, once a queen announced a sentence the sentence is official and must be served, their only hope now is the counsel.

The guilt was eating me up, so I left my room to go and sit in the lounge and I grabbed myself a drink, I found the 3 girls there also drinking, but you can see that chloe has been crying, the moment she saw me she go up and left and went to her room, I can’t blame her, I just stole a year from her life and 10000 years from her wife’s life, the new prison we designed to hold them is located in a part of space where time dilation runs much faster then anywhere else in the galaxy, and as the prison is located in a part of space where there is nothing else nearby, even jumping to it makes it impossible, we have to use a beacon to control the jump, and even then due to the time dilation even affecting our subspace communications and tracking it can take up to 3 jumps to reach the prison.

Choe, “Zoe, please, I’m sorry.”

She stops and looks at me, “you are sorry, I am sorry, we are all sorry. Yet that wont change the fact that you have sentenced them both to hell, how does it feel sending your own husband away again?”

I kept quiet for a moment, I couldn’t bare the thought, but my pride kicked in.

Chloe, “They broke a law and must pay for it.”

Zoe, “The only law they broke was wounding your pride as a queen by doing what should have been done, they disobeyed an order and still saved billions of lives, if I had to choose between an disobeying an order and saving a planet from extinction or obeying the order and losing a planet to extinction then I would do the same as they have “

Chloe, “What about her visits to his cell?”

Zoe, “he already told you what happened. And he was telling the truth.”

Chloe, “how do you even know that?”

Zoe, “You didn’t notice that your own daughter was acting strange during that time? Keeping lights on, scared to sleep at night?”

Chloe, “I didn’t.”

Zoe, “that is because you were to self absorbed during that time.”

Then she left and went into her room, I wanted to follow but the twins stopped me. “give her time.”

I eventually went to bed late, I don’t even know how late, I guess my guilt got to me and I had a few to many drinks, but I woke up feeling like crap. So I eventually dragged myself out of bed and went to shower and get ready and as I left my room I found Zoe at the diningroom table.

Zoe, “come sit, I made you coffee and breakfast.”

Chloe, “Why?”

Zoe, “that mess I had to tidy up this morning? I think you need to have coffee and eat something, I can’t imagine that you are feeling to well this morning, “

Chloe, “I am not, but after what I did to them, I think..”

She then interrupted me, “You can still undo it at the trial. “

Chloe, “I will try.”

Zoe, “I have spoke to your mom and her and krish are putting together a file in their defence, they want to see you, they need to know what the arrest order contains, so they can prepare the defence, and I am coming with you.”

We eventually made it to my mothers office to see them working through the footage. They are so busy that they don’t even notice us entering.

I hear my mom telling krish to keep the footage as is. She then notices us.

Azaria, “good morning, how’s your head this morning?”

Chloe, “How do you know about that? Zoe?”

Azaria, “I came by this morning to speak to you and found zoe cleaning up, so we spoke a bit and I left with the twins, Zoe decided to stay and finish up and said you will need to eat before you girls come up.”

I just blush.

Chloe, “Thank you Zoe.”

Azaria, “You can thank her by helping us get them out of this sentence.”

Chloe, “Where are they now? Which cells? Are they okay?”

Azaria, “they are not in the cells, they are at my place.”

Chloe, “but what if they try to escape?”

Azaria, “they won’t”

Chloe, “Don’t be so sure.”

Azaria, “They came back willingly and surrendered willingly”

Chloe, “they might have come back willingly, but I caught them off guard.”

Azaria, “you didn’t, Sin read your mind before you got home, he knew what you were planning to do and he told cyn and they decided to stay and face it, they could have left at any time, but they didn’t.”

Chloe, “how do you know that?”

Azaria, “Zoe was there, remember, they spoke in front of her, and the twins confirmed everything for me. And She told me what happened, Sin released you from that Cursed power, he had you cornered there, but he decided to free you and then he surrendered.”

Chloe, “And now they are facing time in prison.”

Azaria, “Well everything they did counts in their favour, except for one thing.”

Chloe, “What is that?”

Azaria, “your daughter visiting him in his cell, and her mind manipulation on you, we can’t exactly prove possession or that she was been black mailed by an unknown entity.”

Chloe, “What does that mean?”

Azaria, “it means that she might still go to the prison for a few years.”

Chloe, “how many?”

Azaria, “Based on those charges alone? A minimum of 10 years our time.”

Zoe, “That is a 100 000 years in there.”

Azaria, “Well if someone is willing to join her then it will be half.”

Zoe, “Can that be done?”

Chloe, “yes it is allowed, but only a relative or a spouse can offer to do that.”

Zoe, “Then I will do it.”

The time for the trial eventually came and ass predicted their charges were dropped and the sentence cancelled, but then they got to the matter of my daughter visiting him in jail and her mind manipulation on me. She was eventually sentenced to 20 years our time in the prison we had designed for Sin.”

Zoe, Standing up and interrupting the counsel, “I will join her.”

Counsel, “And who are you?”

Zoe, “I am her wife.”

The counsel speaks amongst themselves and then look at her and Cyn holding hands now. “Accepted, you will serve 10 years together.

Counsel, “We will now announce the sentence.”

“Stop, I will take both their places, if it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t have done this. “

We all look around to find Sin standing there, he is walking towards the counsel, after the charges were dropped he was removed from the counsel room as he is not a royal.

Counsel, “Your case is done, as you are not a royal you can’t be in this room.”

We never reinstated his rank as a royal, so they were right.

Sin, “I thought relatives are allowed to be present and can take a relatives place.”

Counsel, “That is right, but you can only share a sentence, you can’t take someone else’s full sentence. “

Sin, “Well then I will share her sentence.”

“And so will we. “ that is when the twins walked in. “we are their family.”

Counsel, “this is ridiculous, you guys are causing chaos here, this is a hearing, not a circus.”

So I also got up, “So will I.”

Everyone looks at me in shock.

That is when my mother spoke up, “Well there is no law stating a limit of 1 person taking on another persons sentence. And as the sentence is set for a specific prison, well? “

Counsel. “Well then we send them all to different prisons. “

Azaria, “The law however does state that a sentence shared must be served in the same prison and all parties must be place in cells next to each other.”

Then the counsel spokes woman speaks up. “I don’t have the time or energy for this, cancel the sentence.”

And all of the Counsel members and queens present eventually gives in and vote in the favour of cancelling the sentence.

We all left and decided to join my mother for dinner in the palace to find the counsel spokes woman there as well, she comes up to our daughter and gives her a hug.

Jyn. “Im sorry, I never wanted to sentence you, but I was outvoted, that is why Azaria and I decided to send for your dad and your friends, we know the law and we knew it would be the only way to throw everything into disarray, and it worked, you are a free woman now.”

She then looks at Zoe, “Look after this beautiful wife of yours and keep her out of trouble, her parents are doing a horrible job at that.” Then she laughs and we all start laughing, but I notice Sin walking away to the balcony. I follow him and take his hand, but he pulls away.

Sin. “I don’t blame you, and you are right, I put our daughter at risk.”

Chloe, “She is safe, you taught her to never kill, you guys saved earth.”

I looked inside and see my mom removing Cyn’s collar, I immediately reach for my gauntlet to remove his, but he grabs my arm. “No, leave it on.”

I looked at him surprised, “Why?, you are free now.”

Sin. “as long as I have this power inside of me I am a danger to everyone, and everytime I use it I lose control, it is as if it controls me and I just want to kill.”

Chloe, “That is not true, “I pull my arm free and deactivate his collar.” I saw everything that happened on Earth, you saved the entite planet, you didn’t kill anyone.”

Sin, “I did kill.”

Chloe, “yes, but they were going to kill us, they were going to kill every hybrid they had in that bunker.”

Sin, “I can’t control this power.”

Chloe, “yes you can, and you have proved it on planet Sin as well as Earth. Stop it now, you got a big family that loves you and we will help you with this.”

Sin, “And what if war breaks out again? What if I hurt innocents again?”

Chloe, “you wont, just keep staying focussed.”

We go back inside and my mom walks over to us, she hands us each a glass of wine, then she taps Sin on the shoulder. “You my boy, are a hero, I have done my own investigation into everything and I know now that all you ever did was protect lives and the universe.”

Sin, “how would you know that? What about all those worlds I wiped out.”

Azaria, “They had it coming, believe me, after your daughter brought it to our attention that the old counsel manipulated the investigation, we did our own, and what we found scared us, you might have just bought the universe more time.”

Chloe, “Mom, I don’t understand.”

Azaria, “Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow and I will show you footage we managed to recover from most of those planets he wiped out.”

Sin and I looked at each other confused.

Zoe. “Whatcha talking about?” and she was her quirky, chirpy, drunk self again.

Azaria, “We found new evidence that will clear since name throughout the universe.”

Cyn. “What do you mean? I thought there are still planets that wants him dead after what he did.”

Azaria, “Why don’t you all come along tomorrow? Then I will show you.

We all walk back to the balcony, I’m holding his hand and Cloe and Sin are holding hands as well. My mom towers over all of us.

But then my mom receives a transmission, she looks up at me shocked. I could see the surprise in her face.

Chloe, “Mom, what happened now?”

Azaria, “We have been summoned to appear before the galactic counsel.”

Chloe, “We don’t have a galactic counsel.”

Azaria, “looking at me, no we don’t, but the milky way galaxy does.”

Chloe, “If they send the signal from the milky way, it would take eons to reach us.”

Azaria, “one of our subspace communication satellites intercepted the signal.

Chloe, “mom you do know it is a trap.”

Azaria, “I know. “

Zoe, “Galactic counsel? And how would you know it is a trap?”

Azaria, “because of the different alien races that makes up the counsel, none of them are friends or allies, they are the worst of the worst, they claim to exist to maintain peace and order in that galaxy, yet they allow all their members to manipulate none space faring civilisations, controlling them, making them bend to their will, they basically allow their people to abduct and experiment on people from what they see as more primitive races.”

Zoe, “they are horrible, why haven’t you done something about them yet.”

Azaria, “We tried, we have captured thousands of their ships, free’d the abductees and resettled them on new worlds where they can’t be found. But we could never find them so we could stop them for good.”

Chloe, “You are not going mom.”

Azaria, “we are going, all of us.”

Zoe, “What part of a trap don’t you guys get?”

Chloe, “My mom is right, this might be our chance to find them and put a stop their terrony.”

Azaria, “there is just one problem, we will be going in blind, and if the humans figured out how to block blue light and jam our new gauntlets which are supposed to be jamming proof then we will be powerless.”

Sin, “I won’t be.”

Cyn, “neither will I.”

Azaria, “Look, I know they wont attack our ship, they want us alive and they know they will be destroyed, but even so, one ship isn’t enough to stop them, so we will have to go in, and somehow disable their defence systems so the rest of our fleet can jump in, and at the same time stay alive long enough to disable their scramblers so we can get back to the ships, the biggest problem is getting word out to the fleet when the time is right for them to jump in. Then we need to get out fast.”

We all go over the plan a few times, and after that we went home to get some rest, we know what is waiting for us in the morning, we will be leaving here after breakfast, my mother has already communicated with them and they agreed to not fire at our ship, how long they will stick to that agreement, well is anybody’s guess. But if this works, then at least we know Earth will be safe.

20:37 UTC


Why Linda is a fan of plastic pumpkins...

15:12 UTC


Which world is real? part 22

After a shocking discovery regarding my daughters powers I had to do a lot of new calculations.

If she can do this and she’s not nearly as powerful as Sin, then it means that most of our calculations for his new prison is wrong.

We always thought it would be impossible for him to jump from that prison to any planet, but the fact that she managed to get to him without a ship means that there is nothing that can stop them.

We had to pull more data from the prison, go through years and years of sensor and camera data. It took our analysis software a few hours to sift through over 10000 years of stored data.

But we eventually found it. She did use Crimsom light energy to jump to the prison and back, we eventually found footage where it shows her arriving at the prison and walking right past the guards to his sell. Not one of the guards saw her.

I could feel myself going ice cold, if she can create illusions and trap people in illusions just like she did with me, then how do we even know what is real and what is created by her?

I immediately forwarded all my findings to Krish and my mother, they on the other hand are busy analizing all of the data collected by our ship sensors and ship cameras during the attack on Earth. Once again loads of data, we recorded the entire battle with multiple cameras and sensors, even though we were only watching it unfold in real time, our systems are busy putting everything together to give us a second by second overview, slowing everything down to real time and creating a real-time holographic film which will allow us to see everything that happened as it happened, we are also filtering through all the communications on earth at the time and scanning relevant signals.

As I walk into the holographic room I find both my mom just sitting there in shock.

Chloe was adamant to come with as her wife was part of the attack, normally it wouldn’t be allowed for a non royal to be part of the investigation process, but I could see that she hasn’t been herself since we got home, she hasn’t eaten or slept at all. She use to drink a lot, but now she basically doesn’t stop, it took me a few hours to get her sobered up and to help her clean up.

Chloe. “Mom, Krish? Is everything okay? What did you find? “
Azaria. “She can’t be here.” Looking at Zoe.
Chloe. “Mom please, I told her to come, she needs to know what happened, this is killing her.”
Krish and my mom looking at each other.
Krish, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Zoe. “Whatever it is, I can handle it.”
Azaria. “Okay fine, you can stay, anyway, we are all in this together now and it will take all of us and a miracle to stop them now.”
Chloe. “A miracle?”
Azaria. “Just watch, we will be in my office when you are done.”

They leave the room and I activate the replay.

And this is what I saw.

Sin and Cyn flew in a straight line towards a military base and as they arrive they find all of the soldiers mobilizing, but as soon as they land the soldiers starts to open fire on them, but they don’t attack the soldiers immediately, unfortunately we don’t have audio, but I can see that they shielded themselves from the bullets, it looks like they are trying to talk to the soldiers, but then they came under attack from the helicopters at the base and after a few minutes they get hit with missiles, that is when they acted, they took out all of the fighter planes and helicopters and tanks, then they tried to communicate with the soldiers again, but the soldiers just kept walking towards them shooting at them, after a few minutes there is a blast of Crimson energy and you can see the soldiers that surrounded them flung in all directions, but the soldiers started to get up and immediately threw their weapons on the ground, and in a flash of crimson light all of their weapons are destroyed, that’s when my daughter said something to the soldiers and sin actually walked up to one of them and shook the guys hand, I can see them talking for a while and then the weirdest thing happens, the soldier salutes my husband and then sin and my daughter flew off in another direction, I scan around to find that there are parachutes landing all over the place, seems that he just destroyed the planes, I scan for casualties, and the scan returns ‘0’ casualties found. I follow the feed through to the end, as they do the same at every base they visit.

But then they suddenly take a detour towards a city, I see them land infront of a building and I look at the symbols, it is a hospital, I can see police cars on fire and cops scattering all over the place, then I saw a rocket coming from the one hospital window towards where a few wounded police officers at hiding, I see sin looking at the rocket and then the cops, and the feed slows down, I can see how time comes to a stand still for him and he holds his hand out towards them and I can see a crimson shield form between the police and the rocket and then everything returns to normal speed, the rocket explodes on impact against the shield, then he looks at the hospital and our daughter and I can see his crimson light fade and starting to go blue, but during this time that he is vulnerable another rocket gets shot from the one window, but this time straight at him, and I can see the shock on his face as he looks at the rocket, but then my daughter appears between him and the rocket, and she blasts it with crimson light, but her blast was too strong and she blows up most of the hospital as well, he looks at her in disappointment and says something to her, you can see that whatever he said made her angry and then they flew off, they continue their work with disarming the militaries.

Zoe, “Can you please pause it?’

So I paused it, I can see the shock and horror on her face.

Chloe, “What’s wrong?”

Zoe, “She destroyed a hospital?” her eyes are big and she is about to cry, I see her taking off her wedding ring and placing it on the floor.

Chloe, “I don’t think it was her fault, she can’t control the power like he can, it was an accident.”

Zoe, “an accident that killed innocent people.”

Chloe, “please stay, lets just see what was happening, it seems earth was preparing for a war and they tried to stop it.”

That is when the hologram displays a notification, important communication audio file starts here, would you like to listen to audio?

Chloe, “play audio.”

We watch them going from military base to military base.


News broadcasts, “negotiations has broken down, we are on the brink of a nuclear war, all citizens in every country are advised to leave the cities and make their ways as far from major cities as possible. The military has advised a red alert and they detected that multiple enemies has already activated nuclear weapons”

Military.” All soldiers are advised to return to bunkers and stay under ground, nuclear weapons has been launched by all nuclear super powers.”

Then an audio file came in from one of the bases that Sin and our daughter attacked. “This is base ‘clasified’ do not launch nukes, please, there are 2 beings from off world that said they will help us, please do not launch.”

Return signal. “This is command, nuclear weapons has already been launched, and 2 aliens can’t safe us all.”

Voice from base, “Sir you haven’t seen what we saw.”

Then another signal came in, “this is moon station to earth command, multiple nukes has been launched at us, please deactivate the nukes, we are unarmed and defenceless, there are only civilians here and most of them are woman and children.

Chloe, “those nukes were never meant for us, we just happen to be in the way?”

Zoe, “So Sin and Cyn knew what was coming, that is why they attacked, they tried to prevent earth from destroying itself.”

Chloe, “but why didn’t she just tell us, we could have helped.”

I then pulled up the trajectory of all the nukes and found that most of them were targeted at various countries, and a few was targeted at the moon.

Sin and our daughter finally stopped at what looked like a giant hole in the ground, so I called up the statistics and found out that it was actually a dark matter cannon, so I pulled up its statistics and saw that it was getting ready to fire, its target, the moon.

That is when they both landed on either side of it and started blasting it with crimson light, and when it finally exploded it send a shock wave around earth and that is what took out all the technology, but when the smoke finally cleared they were gone.

I pulled up the scans from earth and noticed that it wasn’t a permanent black out, it was just going to last for a few hours.

Chloe, “They actually saved the human race from extinction?”

Then I heard my mothers voice behind me, “That they did.”

Chloe, “mom, but then why did he destroy a ship full of people.”

Krish, “he didn’t, watch this.”

Then another view appeared and I can see sin flying, but he flew right past the cruise ship and then I saw it, lots and lots of orange lifeboats and life rafts just floating in the middle of the ocean aimlessly.

Zoe, “Why would they abandon a ship that wasn’t sinking.”

Azaria, “keep watching. “

I see him coming to a stop and moving in slowly, he seems to be talking to a man wearing a white uniform and a white hat, he looks back towards the ship and back at the man, they talk a bit more and then sin surrounds all the boats and life rafts with crimson light and the next view they are in a harbour.

Zoe, “Miami?”

Chloe, “how do you know that?”

Zoe, “I was born on earth, I use to love going on cruises.”

Azarie. “Please keep watching.”

I see sin and the man speaking a bit more and then sin is gone again. I see him heading for the cruise liner, and then I saw it, multiple tuck boats leaving the cruise liner.

Zoe. “pirates.”

As he gets closer I can see people from the cruise ship and the tuck boats shooting at him, they even fire rockets at him, but it doesn’t affect him, and that is when he goes right through the ship and comes out the other side and the ship and tuck boats disappears in a white flash.

Chloe, “That wasn’t him, he doesn’t create white flashes.”

Zoe, “That was a nuclear bomb.”

I then pull up the ships trajectory and heading.

Zoe, “New York?”

Azaria, “he never killed anyone that is innocent, but he saved millions of lives.”

Chloe, “and I threatened them to lock them up.”

Azaria, “none of us knew, if they told us then we could have helped them.”

I looked at my mom in shock, I thought we don’t interfere with human affairs.

Azaria, “the humans are close to my heart, they are like my children, I might not want to interfere, but I wont let them go extinct. “

Chloe, “So what now?”

Krish, “I need you to listen to one more file, then we are done.”

Audio playing, “Unknown craft, this is the human moon base, we need urgent assistance please, there are civilians on this base and we are trapped here, please assist, we have run out of supplies a few days ago and people are starving, we have no way of evacuating or getting supplies from earth as the company we worked for has been taken over by the government and they cut us from from Earth.”

Second audio clip. “unknown craft, we are begging you please, we need assistance, you are busy passing right over us, please we are begging you, please don’t leave us here to die, there are woman and children here, we have sick people here who need medical assistance, we know you are not hostile, we have seen how you saved the people on earth from the nuclear war. Please we are begging you for help, we are dying here. Plea.... “ then the signal cut out, we must have jumped at that moment.

Chloe, “how didn’t we hear this sooner?”

Krish, “there was a lot of radio noise from earth and we were not listening for human distress calls.”

Chloe, “We can’t just leave them there to die.”

Azaria. “and we wont.”

Chloe, “when are we leaving.”

Azaria, “we are not going.”

Chloe, “but you just said..”

Azaria, “I know what I said, but we have bigger issues to deal with, I have already sent a fleet of ships to assist them and evacuate them.”

Chloe, “mom, you do know that if you send them back to earth they would be arrested and killed, specially since all their ships was destroyed, how would they explain getting back to earth?”

Azaria, “We are not taking them back to earth, they left earth for a reason.”

Chloe, “Where then?”

Azaria, “We have a planet in mind, we will help them settle and set them up, our people will sign an alliance with them and we will look after them, “

Chloe, “I don’t understand.”

Azaria, “They were a group of peaceful humans, they wanted a new start, they gave up their lives on earth to build their moon base, but they overestimated their technology. But they have proven themselves to us, so we will help them and give them protection and a new future. “

Zoe, “Thank you.”

Azaria looking at Zoe, “we will always help those who are willing to accept our help, that is the way of the Seleon people. Where is your ring?”

Zoe, “I took it off.”

Azaria, “Why?”

Zoe, “She destroyed a hospital, killed innocent people.”

Azaria, “Yes she did, and there is no excuse for what she did, but they also saved billions of life’s, they saved the human race from extinction.”

Then I saw zoe pick up her ring and put it back on her finger, I could see she was conflicted and about to cry.

I took Zoe home and asked the twins to look after her and I went back to my mother.

Chloe, “Mom, have we found them yet?”

Azaria, “They stopped moving around.”

Chloe, “Where are they now?”

Azaria, “do you really want to know?”

Chloe, “yes.”

Azaria, “go home.”

Chloe, “I don’t understand.”

Azaria, “they are home.”

As I get up to walk out I activate the gauntlet on my arm.

Azaria, “What are you doing?”

Chloe, “Getting ready to arrest them, I will activate the chips in their brains before I get home and then collar them as soon as I get there, they wont see it coming and they will be paralysed before they can run.”

Azaria, “Why?”

Chloe, “For their crimes.”

Azaria, “What crimes?”

I could see that my mother was actually confused now.

Chloe, “they both disobeyed a direct order, one that was repeated multiple times.”

Azaria, “if they didn’t everyone on earth would be dead right now, and we would never have been able to safe all those lives on the moonbase.”

Chloe, “I understand, but then they disappeared, who knows how many other planets has been wiped out now that we don’t know about? How many life forms drained of their energy, planets drained of their energy.”

Azaria, “none. They didn’t attack anyone anywhere.”

Chloe, “how do you know?”

Krish, “because we monitored them the entire time, the planets they went to were all dead planets, all his victims from before he went to prison.”

Chloe, “Why would he take her there?”

Then krish smiled, who knows? Why don’t you ask them?”

So as I get home I walk in to find Sin and Cyn waiting for me, I can see that they are both tired.

Sin, “We need to talk please.”

Chloe, “about what? The fact that you took my daughter to all of your victims?”

He looked a bit surprised, but then he continued. “Yes I took her to a few of the planets I wiped out.”

Chloe, “Why?”

Cyn, “to teach me a lesson.”

Chloe, “a lesson in killing?”

Cyn, “no, about not killing, about life, to explain to me why I must never use this power again.?

Chloe, “And? Did it work?”

Cyn “yes mom, I’m scared, I don’t want to use this power again, dad explained everything to me.”

Chloe, “thank you.” But then I activated the chip in her brain and she immediately went limp and fell to the floor, but before I could activate his my arm stopped and I could see the crimson light under my skin. “let me go.”

Sin, “No, why are you doing this? We didn’t harm anyone.”

I could see tears running out of our daughters eyes, she was just laying there, speechless.

Chloe, “I know that she visited you in prison, she was the one who helped you escape, and you both collaborated together so I would get you out. “ I then looked at my daughter, “Your mind games and illusions are over. “

Sin, “You mean on the ship? We both detected the entity, if she didn’t use the illusion on you then it would have possessed you, but because she trapped your mind it couldn’t, she saved you there.”

Chloe, “I don’t understand.”

Sin. “you vanishing? It dragged you into the void, it took both of us to get you out, she had to wipe your memory of your time in the void because you were gone for an hour here, but millions of years there. “

That is when everything came back, he wasn’t lying, “Oh my gosh, you are telling the truth.”

Cyn, “We have no reason to lie to you mom.”

Chloe, “but you did lie, you went to the prison, I don’t know how you did it, but I saw the footage of you visiting him there and brainwashing the guards.”

Sin, “it wasn’t her, she was been threatened by the dark entity, he threatened her that if she didn’t do it that it would kill all of you.”

I was in shock at what I heard.

Sin, “I’m going to let you go now and free you of this power, after that you can arrest me, but please let our daughter go, she won’t survive this prison.

Just then my arm was free and I felt all the crimson light energy leave my body, I fell to the floor out of breath, but I immediately activated his chip, and he immediately went limp and dropped to the floor, that is when my guards entered and put their collars on, they screamed from the pain for a few minutes as these collars took longer to sync to their systems due to how powerful they have become, when they finally stopped screaming I went to sit on the floor between them.

Chloe, “I’m sorry, but you have both broken laws, you must be stopped. “

Just then my mother and Krish entered.

Azaria, “What is going on here?”

Chloe, “Mom what are you doing here?”

Zoe, “I called your mother.”

Chloe, “Why? I had this handled.”

Azaria, “handled? I told you that their crimes are forgiven, they are heroes.”

Chloe, “They still disobeyed a direct order.”

Azaria, “and saved a planet with billions of lives from extinction.”

Chloe, “It doesn’t matter, they should have communicated with us.”

Azaria, “You are right, but what is done is done and we cannot undo it.”

Chloe, “you are right, what is done is done, but if they don’t pay for it now they will never learn and will think they can do whatever they want.”

Azaria, “Don’t do this.”

I then stood up and looked at them both, “You are both under arrest, you will both serve a 10000 year prison sentence in the new classified prison in an undisclosed location, you will not receive any visitors, nor will you be allowed to have any concept of time, your body’s will be fed, and hydrated, but you will not be able to sleep, you will have time to think about your crime and that is all, you will see the guards at random intervals when they come to check the integrity of your cell, and you are allowed to be checked up on by a nurse once a week, your clothing will be removed and you will remained naked and restrained for the duration of your sentences and your cell tempetures will be turned down to an uncomfortable tempeture, use this time in prison to think about what you have done and how you will change.

Zoe, “Azaria, please do something.”

Azaria, “there is nothing I can do, once a Queen has announced a sentence nobody can cancel it, it has to be served, I’m sorry.”

I could see the shock in my mothers face.

But then I heard my daughter speak, I request a trial with the counsel and all the queens present.

She knew our laws, and by requesting a trial she just bought themselves time, that is the only way to have a sentence re-evaluated or even cancelled.

Azaria, “then you shall have a trial, it will be set a week from today, but until then the 2 of you will be held in a holding cell at the palace.”

Chloe looked at my mom confused.

Azaria, “Chloe that is the one way, but we are not allowed to suggest it to prisoners.”

My mom immediately deactivated the chips in their brains and they regained their motor functions.

I was about to order my guards to escort them to the prison, but then my mom interrupted me.

Azaria, “that wont be necessary, Krish and I will take them.”

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