The Cult of the Bloody Tongue

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mythos short story.

Submitted: July 21, 2019

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I was a lone seeker, always looking for occult knowledge (or just knowledge that is), I firstly studied parapsychology, witchcraft, astral projection, Buddhism, mythology, Egypt, Druidism, etc., everything concerning the occult seemed interesting to me. I went on to more forbidden lore after I heard of the Necronomicon, most of it interested me because of the many demons found within (I was always interested in Demonology) and there I found one name which interested me most: it was of course Nyarlathotep (see "My Master in Kadath").

 

I started a search on the internet for some cult-members who were in contact with Nyarlathotep. After a search of years, I did found them, they called themselves "The Cult of the Bloody Tongue" and the person I came in contact with was the Hierophant of the Bloody Tongue who went by the name Rlak-lzo The Unspeakable. Daily I spoke with him over the internet, about all kinds of unearthly and forbidden things.

 

One night I went to bed as normally and after a vivid and horrible nightmare I found myself awake in the back of an ambulance, two cult-members dressed in all black were sitting next to where my body was lying (bound and gagged). I knew something was horribly wrong, what would they want to do with me? Probably they would transport me to their Leader:Rlak-lzo The Unspeakable. I wished I never heard the driver whisper to the Cultist, for now I knew they wanted to cut me in little pieces as a sacrifice to their horrible god the Bloody Tongue. I was in great fear and I tried to move back or stop the vehicle I was in, but my efforts were hopeless; I had not such powers of mind...

 

When the ambulance stopped they took the stretcher out and took me inside of the building. I couldn't see it very well but it must have been the backdoor they brought me in. The building was darkly gray looking, and old, but I might not be able to recall.

 

They brought me to a door where another Cultist was standing guard, they made the signal and the guard let them pass through. Through that door I met Rlak-lzo The Unspeakable but with a sword upraised in his left hand. Closer and closer they brought me to him and I knew what was going to happen, they would murder me, chop me in little pieces and who would miss me? As I said I am a lone seeker, and lonely I would die by a strange Cult that nobody knew, that nobody ever heard of. Rlak-lzo was next to me and with one hit he chopped off my head...


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