Post by darkness0within on Dec 1, 2019 13:48:44 GMT -6
The hunter and the hunted.
Let me tell you a story, as the night is young and these days I have more time on my hands to be able to do such things.
I am secretive by nature. But tonight, I feel I would like to share a mere fragment of my world with you, the reader.
Call this a morality tale if you like. There certainly is a moral to the story.
It was early evening. The sun was low in the sky with the first hints of reds of the coming sunset.
Three men carrying large canvas bags made their way warily through the abandoned graveyard towards the ruins of the church, though just a shell now its imposing structure hinted at the wealth that had been lavished on it in ages past.
Since the deconsecrating of the church vandals had done their work and destroyed many of the gravestones, the men passed by a tomb daubed with graffiti, one stopped briefly to look at the desecration before moving on towards the entrance to the church. They all looked at the plaque to the side of the entrance, the only thing they could make out on it was the date... 1464, the rest had been eroded away by the elements.
Placing their bags down they paused for a moment looking through the doorway into the open interior of the building and watching the lengthening shadows as the sun slowly moved towards the horizon deep in thought. After a little while they all stooped down and opened their bags one taking out a large ornate crucifix and flask, the others wooden stakes, mallets and hand torches. They did this in complete silence. Dusk was fast approaching and they all knew that they had much to do.
They looked at each other, the taller of the three nodded and then they turned and walked towards and then through the entrance of the ruined church and into its interior.
The ground inside was mostly covered with overgrown grass and weeds but the men saw some areas where it had been disturbed. A series of tracks which radiated out from a central point, a large slab of stone which they knew led to the underground chambers of the church, and the focus of their attention. The crypt.
The sun had now dipped below the horizon and the gold and reds of the sunset were fading fast, they moved together towards the large slab of stone that capped the entrance to the crypt. One of them stooped down to inspect the stone, he looked up at his two colleagues, they all could see that the stone had been moved recently, the grass to one side had been flattened by the weight of it.
As one they moved the stone with some effort to one side revealing a series of steps leading down to the vault. They looked down into the blackness before going down into its depths to seek what they had come to find... Me.
Of course I could not allow them to complete their task. Though their ignorance of who they were actually dealing with was quite evident, their instruments of deliverance were totally inadequate for a master such as I.
How surprised they were to see me standing in the beams of their torches waiting for them, one held a crucifix up in a vain attempt to hold me back.
As if I would cower to such man made trinkets, I took some pleasure in relieving him of his burden with one or two of his fingers still attached I might add, before thrusting it into the top of his head. He stood before me for a moment, his eyes staring at me in disbelief before he fell to his knees, blood pouring from the wound. My hunger grew watching his life blood flowing freely and I thought for a moment of sating my appetite.
He then tried to say something as he kneeled, his eyes still wide open in shock, but what came from his lips was mere gibberish to me. With his brains so mutilated I was surprised he was even able to try and form any recognizable syllables. But then he fell to the ground dead. It was too late to quench my thirst with this one.
His colleagues began to back away, one of them throwing a liquid I took to be holy water onto me. It felt hot on my dead skin, but not unbearable. Their eyes widened in fear as I smiled at them. Pathetic fools!
I moved forward taking hold of one of the men by his arm and pulled him towards me, I heard a satisfying ‘crack’ as his upper arm broke from the power of my grip, he screamed in pain as I twisted the arm until the flesh tore away from his body and I held his severed arm up so he could see.
Still screaming he tried to move away, I grabbed him by his other arm and repeated the process.
His remaining colleague in the meantime tried to thrust a wooden stake in my back; I turned quickly and hit him with the back of my hand sending him a few feet away unconscious.
I turned my attention back to man cowering in front of me, His screams died quickly when I took hold of his head with both hands and rotated it violently, snapping his neck like a twig. Groans issued from behind me as the last man alive came to, I moved towards him to enjoy my first meal of the night.
I hope you enjoyed this morsel… sleep tight my friends.
Darkness.
Let me tell you a story, as the night is young and these days I have more time on my hands to be able to do such things.
I am secretive by nature. But tonight, I feel I would like to share a mere fragment of my world with you, the reader.
Call this a morality tale if you like. There certainly is a moral to the story.
It was early evening. The sun was low in the sky with the first hints of reds of the coming sunset.
Three men carrying large canvas bags made their way warily through the abandoned graveyard towards the ruins of the church, though just a shell now its imposing structure hinted at the wealth that had been lavished on it in ages past.
Since the deconsecrating of the church vandals had done their work and destroyed many of the gravestones, the men passed by a tomb daubed with graffiti, one stopped briefly to look at the desecration before moving on towards the entrance to the church. They all looked at the plaque to the side of the entrance, the only thing they could make out on it was the date... 1464, the rest had been eroded away by the elements.
Placing their bags down they paused for a moment looking through the doorway into the open interior of the building and watching the lengthening shadows as the sun slowly moved towards the horizon deep in thought. After a little while they all stooped down and opened their bags one taking out a large ornate crucifix and flask, the others wooden stakes, mallets and hand torches. They did this in complete silence. Dusk was fast approaching and they all knew that they had much to do.
They looked at each other, the taller of the three nodded and then they turned and walked towards and then through the entrance of the ruined church and into its interior.
The ground inside was mostly covered with overgrown grass and weeds but the men saw some areas where it had been disturbed. A series of tracks which radiated out from a central point, a large slab of stone which they knew led to the underground chambers of the church, and the focus of their attention. The crypt.
The sun had now dipped below the horizon and the gold and reds of the sunset were fading fast, they moved together towards the large slab of stone that capped the entrance to the crypt. One of them stooped down to inspect the stone, he looked up at his two colleagues, they all could see that the stone had been moved recently, the grass to one side had been flattened by the weight of it.
As one they moved the stone with some effort to one side revealing a series of steps leading down to the vault. They looked down into the blackness before going down into its depths to seek what they had come to find... Me.
Of course I could not allow them to complete their task. Though their ignorance of who they were actually dealing with was quite evident, their instruments of deliverance were totally inadequate for a master such as I.
How surprised they were to see me standing in the beams of their torches waiting for them, one held a crucifix up in a vain attempt to hold me back.
As if I would cower to such man made trinkets, I took some pleasure in relieving him of his burden with one or two of his fingers still attached I might add, before thrusting it into the top of his head. He stood before me for a moment, his eyes staring at me in disbelief before he fell to his knees, blood pouring from the wound. My hunger grew watching his life blood flowing freely and I thought for a moment of sating my appetite.
He then tried to say something as he kneeled, his eyes still wide open in shock, but what came from his lips was mere gibberish to me. With his brains so mutilated I was surprised he was even able to try and form any recognizable syllables. But then he fell to the ground dead. It was too late to quench my thirst with this one.
His colleagues began to back away, one of them throwing a liquid I took to be holy water onto me. It felt hot on my dead skin, but not unbearable. Their eyes widened in fear as I smiled at them. Pathetic fools!
I moved forward taking hold of one of the men by his arm and pulled him towards me, I heard a satisfying ‘crack’ as his upper arm broke from the power of my grip, he screamed in pain as I twisted the arm until the flesh tore away from his body and I held his severed arm up so he could see.
Still screaming he tried to move away, I grabbed him by his other arm and repeated the process.
His remaining colleague in the meantime tried to thrust a wooden stake in my back; I turned quickly and hit him with the back of my hand sending him a few feet away unconscious.
I turned my attention back to man cowering in front of me, His screams died quickly when I took hold of his head with both hands and rotated it violently, snapping his neck like a twig. Groans issued from behind me as the last man alive came to, I moved towards him to enjoy my first meal of the night.
I hope you enjoyed this morsel… sleep tight my friends.
Darkness.
