----> ''ZELDA's Secret Underground 'BASEMENT of NIGHTWORLD' ! '' ----> #87: The Frosty Slums & Pipe-Town of #XxX ! ----- ( ''HALLOWEEN SPECIAL ! --> Parts #1 & 2 ! '' )

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------------- { ''ZELDA's SECRET UNDERGROUND 'BASEMENT of NIGHTWORLD' ! '' } ---------------- ''Find the Frosty Slums #87 and Underground Pipe-Town of LEAF # X87 ! '' ---------- ( HALLOWEEN SPECIAL ! -----+ Parts 1 and 2 ! )

'ZELDA and ARTEMIS' SECRET UNDERGROUND PIPE-BASEMENT: NIGHTWORLD!'

 

IMPORTANT NOTE: ( FROM 2018.  This story is very different from what I normally write.  Re-Edited in August 2021.  Thank you very much for reading.  Inspired by Beetlejuice, Nosferatu and Nightmare on Elm Street.)

 


PART I: FORBIDDEN PHANTASM and FINDING THE SECRET PIPE'S ENTRANCE DOWN TO THE UNDERGROUND !

 

 


Darkness reigns supreme with eternal starlight over a sprawling city skyline.  Deep within the dark and crooked alleyways, hidden in an industrial complex, a faint neon light is seen glowing in the darkest of night.  The city of VANGUARD was darkly thrilling this fateful evening.

 

 A group of goth and cybergoth teenagers, garbed in bewildering attire, are all mingled in a circle around a barrel ablaze with neon-lit flames.

 

A small minority of the cybergoth boys, garbed in flashing neon biking gear with shiny hair, are skateboarding along a neon-lit pathway in the dark, performing stunning feats and tactful tricks of illusion on the glittery concrete rails. 

 

A duo of boys, dressed all in black leather with laced up boots and shining neon hair, are spraying the dark concrete walls with multicolored, glowing graffiti.  Afterwards, they flittingly jump from one pipe to another in mischievous delight, as they vanish into the darkness behind a darkened stairwell. 

 

 

Eternal illumination of the senses, pleasure and pain intertwined.


A very austere girl adorned in a morose outfit, all draped in black with an oversized traveler's gothic cloak and great black hat, silently stands aloof from the others, snapping photos with a 'Nikom' camera in her grasp. 


 Her hair is braided in a surreal fashion, hanging loosely with sharp edges fronting her bangs, as thick white makeup covers her countenance with dark splotches under her eyes. Black gothic boots adorned her feet as her black, couture dress draped down to her ankles. 

 


The whole ensemble resembled a German Expressionist vogue of couture not seen since the Weimar Republic. 

 A dark veil hung from her hat covering her face in a bizarre fashion that concealed her countenance.  The overall effect was a mysterious, surreal beauty that shunned orthodoxy in the nightmare of darkness.

 

The remaining group were dressed equally as unique and gothic in their own fashion, donning various garments and surreal attire that suited their personage; almost unto a coquettish stance.


A small group lay sitting next to the dim red glow of graffiti amusing themselves with a Quija board.  Faint mirths of concealed laughter echo upon the fragrant air in the dark.

 

Green and red billows of smoke rose from a flaming barrel as they gathered together in a circle, chanting various spells and mantras unto Satan.  For this is the reason for their excursion in the darkest of hours at midnight.  The witching hour. 

 


 An urban seance of vicious continuance.  A group of wiccan teenagers gather around the remaining others, candles and incense prevalent in their hands, releasing smoke wafting forlornly into the darkness.

 

 


A great elderly book of forgotten lore, gilted in a red cover with an amethyst bloodstone resting in a pocket on the front, was in possession of a girl with a black fur cloak hanging from her voluptuous bosom.  Her chest heaved as a very handsome man, wearing only black leather overalls and black boots, with tanned skin and blonde hair, stands close by, kissing her greedily in the dark. 

 


 She bears a set of vampire fangs in the darkness as he continues down along her moist neck, massaging it viciously.

 

Silently, she leans over, whispering, "Bloodlust eternal my love.  Dearest one."  Nefarious sensations of delight escape her bloodstained lips as she softly caresses his neck with her tongue, lustily lapping in excited anticipation of the feed. 

 

 Passionate desire, dread and wicked delight flashed forth a nightmare of gore and splendour upon her countenance.  Within their climax of pleasure, their bodies interwined in sensual perfection, her bloodlust intensified to unbearable desire. 


 She decadently bites softly into his beautiful flesh, gorging herself unrestrainably.

 


  Xavier, the eldest boy of the party, was leading the chant in a successive fashion.  Extremely handsome, intelligent and cunning, he donned a glowing crystal within his grasp, kissing it gently, before passing it around to each other person in turn.


His sly and curious demeanor presented a hypnotic reverence amongst his dedicated followers.

 

"Ave Satanas!  Hail Satan!  The Fallen King!  Bloodlust eternal.  Ashes upon ashes.  Hail!  Hail!" He resounds upon the nocturnal air as the others perform the same ritual.

 


Afterwards, they kiss the unknown crystal and lay it in the center of a smoking red pentagram, glowing with nethermost phantasm, drawn with graffiti on the ground beneath them.  Closing their eyes, the group bends down on their knees before the almighty symbol of darkness before them and whispers forbidden incantations and mantra upon the midnight air. 

 


 ''Eternal darkness prevails,'' He silently whispers three times unto the others. The seance  slowly comes to an end.  Each saunters hypnotically away from the fiendish glow further into the recesses of the darkness.

________________________________________________

Dark shadows of visages flit silently to and fro within the smoky neon glow of the complex as they perform a masquerade of darkness.  Much glitter and glare was etched upon the faces of some as others bore gruesome daemonic masks over their countenances. 

 

 Macabre and phantasmic surrealism were prevalent there to bear witness upon the everlasting powers of hell.  Dark peals of laughter echo forth from some, while others bear only a silent revelry of contemplation.

 


"Xavier, my love.  How eternally grim and drear the nocturnal air rests upon my brow in this ethereal desecration," Zelda, the german expressionist marionette girl with the pioneer's gothic hat and black veil, camera hanging loosely around her décolletage, playfully whispers in his ear before gliding a hand through a strand of his hair.

"Your loveliness is such a beauty to behold my dearest,"  She whispers coquettishly, a faint smile prevalent on her lips, a sense of playful nobility evident in her tone.

 

"Not as eternally beautiful as you my beloved,"  He whispers in return as they lovingly embrace each other in the neon-lit smoky darkness.

 

Leaning in he gently kisses her glistening, seductive lips that taunt him from afar like an epithalamic protege.


Gesturing him to a more darkened, concealed corner of the complex, they embrace each other further and make passionate love.  Love unknown to all but themselves.  Hidden horrific seductions of the lustful heart.

 

__________________________

 

Far into the nethermost time of the nocturnal hour dark mysteries of the groups of teenagers are at their height of evil play in the darkness of the complex.  Vicious screams and wails echo upon the midnight air.

 


Disrupting their dark revelries, a squad police car turns into the darkened alleyway and audibly slows down near the hidden graffiti of the complex, turning on its lights and siren after witnessing the desecration of the area. 

 Spray cans, candles and various books litter the ground in a mysterious and hellish disarray as the graffiti of the symbols glows forth ominously.

 

 


'What the hell is all this?  What did I just come into?'  The officer ponders to himself as he slowly exits the vehicle, holstering his pistol on his side.

 

"Whomever is responsible for this vandalism on this public property will be arrested and prosecuted!  Hands in the air and show yourselves!  I know you're all there!  I am armed!"

 

Silently he strides forward with his pistol held out in front of him.  The symbols of graffiti glow in an otherworldly fashion upon his brow.  He glimpses up and around the complex, before walking into a concealed area behind the rails.


 
'What the....?  God almighty,'  He thinks terribly, gazing upon a pile of bloody desecration upon the concrete floor.  A red glow seems to emanate from this area high above him in the darkness of the recesses of the complex.


Grimacing in disgust, he takes out a portable, bi-directional radio transceiver, and yells forth into the receiver's speaker.

 

"Officer Monroe reporting a potential homicide.  Ive got large quantities of blood on private property of the abandoned Tower complex at the corner alley of 56200 Brigadiers Parkway in the slums of Montrelle.  I will need backup.  Repeat I will need backup.  I don't know the details of the situation as of yet.  Repeat..."

 

All goes deathly quiet as the receiver is cut short and the transmission is lost.  Dark bloodlust has reigned supreme as the blood flows thick from the officer's cranium.  


Near him a gothic boy stands over him holding a neon bat covered in fresh, voluptuous blood, his countenance frozen in excitement and fear.  His eyes remain wide and alert, fixated upon the dead officer before him.

 

Another girl standing gaunt and dire next to him laughs, as she whispers, "Come Ethan.  Follow us.  I hear the approaching sirens already.  We've got to leave.  Now!"

 

 

 


Ethan only stares forth in disbelief at his heinous crime of cynical conviction.  Dark thoughts form in his mind yet he has not enough time to process the skepticism rising within him.

 

The girl grabs his shoulder, wrenching him around in her direction, as she gazes deep into his brown eyes, repeating, "Are you coming?  Do you really want to be convicted for two homicides?  If they catch you..."


He gives her an incredulous look of vicious distrust. A lack of conviction rests upon his soul with this girl before him.

 

"Listen to me, Ethan.  You've been initiated.  You are one of us!  Follow us!  Never look back.  You must trust my words. We're retreating into the vandal's and vagrant's underworld.  You shall never be able to be apart of society any longer.  You're one of us now.  Embrace the darkness.  Hark!  Even as we speak the siren's wails grow ever closer.  Come!"

 


Ethan's silent acquiescence by consenting to trust her, and his yield to omitting any objection, gave her the answer she desired.  They silently retreat into the darkness behind them, escaping the approaching sirens that loom upon the horizon.

 


Escaping from the complex through a hidden exit, they follow a dark path through abandoned underground tunnels of a darkened subway. 

Glimmering piquancy flashes forth from their attire with adorning jewelry hanging from their body in a grotesque fashion.  Their dark boots splash in midnight pools of crystalline water that glitter mercilessly in the forgotten glare of the unknown.

 


After many hours of continuous seeking and running through countless unknown and dark tunnels far beneath the city, the girl finally comes to rest before a dark cavernous opening in the grimy concrete walls of the tunnel.

A dripping pipe runs along the walls further in the darkness and a crude door lies hidden behind the steaming pipeworks.

 


  Ethan's mind was full of questions and unfulfilled desires as he fathomed them to be hopelessly lost in this netherworld of pipes and tunnels.  The girl turns to face him as she silently gazes into his eyes. 

 

 Her feral, untamed countenance resembled a wildcat, bloodthirsty and maimed, hunger pains writhing forth from her being.  Her lusty eyes of dark desire fixated upon Ethan as they began to silently hypnotize his senses in the shadows.

 


 Everything within his mind became a dark void, devoid of any sense or reason, as he slowly lost consciousness.  The girl slowly approached him as her eyes glowed red in a nightmarish fashion.


Carefully, she solemnly removes all of Ethan's adornments and novelties, heaping them in a discarded pile of disarray in the darkness before her.  Admiring his handsome, bulky chest and body with enchanting nature, she kisses his sweet, sultry lips as she runs a hand along his glistening and sweaty blonde hair.

 

 

 

Moving down to his neck, she suddenly releases such a vicious, despairing lament of sexual desire upon the air that the very nature of her soul wails in desperation.

Reaching forward, her sharp fangs bear forth out of the darkness a hellish illumination and glimmer, as the bloodlust in her soul prevails. Wrenching the young boy's head back, the bloodthirsty wretch sinks her fangs forth into his lifegiving veins, drinking deep of its virtuous properties.

 

Moaning in nefarious delight, she releases her seductive power upon him, letting him fall limp into her embrace, his handsome features reflecting the light upon the dark ether.

  Vile disdain and horrifying wails lament forth from her soul, as she gnashes her bloody fangs together in a gruesome fashion, the glistening blood dripping from her lips.

 

 

Silently she reaches down and kisses his sweet, innocent lips as the blood flows from his mouth along his cheek. 

 


'My name is Zelda, my love,'  she whispers viciously into his ears, the perception of her form flitting forbidden shadows within his subconscious mind.

 


Dark passion of the eternal pursuit of bloodlust descends upon his being, altering his very soul, transforming him into a new entity. He silently breathes in sickening gasps as she places her blood stained lips upon his once more, the sensual desire pulsating within her, as she softly caresses his blonde hair in a sultry fashion. 

 


 'We shall be together forevermore.  My soul has greatly desired this and I shall not be denied of my wishes.' 

Hoisting the youth upon her shoulder, she steps forth into the murky ether of the darkened space, near the dripping pipes that were continuously releasing steam in the air.

 

Zelda was on her way home, searching for the secret entrance that led downwards into the secret depths.


A crude door lay hidden here in the darkness, its form etched in a bewildering fashion into the concrete wall.  Stepping forth, she brings forth a glimmering red key from her pocket and unlocks the door. 

 

 It opens, revealing an enclosed pipeway room, consisting of a sparkling dirt floor and a strange red glow that permeated from a caged red lantern that was next to an air vent in the glittering wall in an alcove. 

 

 Another area lay behind the caged red glow with various chutes and vents leading downwards.However, it was inaccessible. 

 


A glowing blue pipe in the darkness shines forth, illuminating their faces in the dark. 

 

'It all begins here...' she wonders within herself, as she takes an electric pink candle from her possession, the glimmering light illuminating the pipe's dark entrance. 

 

 Swiftly and silently, like a vicious infidel,  she nimbly glides forth, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

 


END OF PART I !


COPYRIGHT 2017-2018 ZELDA VAXANDORF.  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

 

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PART II: DOWN INTO THE PIPE ENTRANCE OF NIGHTWORLD !  ----- MEETING THE PRIVATEER FELLOW: ARTEMIS !

 


Lucid essence permeates the darkness of the pipe as heavy steam and the roar of machinery are audible far in the distance, masked by the underground rock.

 


  Ethereal luminescence flashes forth from Zelda's dark crystal, shining a pathway through the unknown darkness.  Coming upon a turn in the pipeway, she halts next to a red glowing neon light resting in the dark above her.

 

Checking her inventory, she notices that her pendant of amethyst is missing.


  'An unfortunate turn of events,'  She thinks silently to herself, returning her remaining trinkets and novelties to their proper places within her pockets. 

 


 

The young vandal named Ethan lay slung over her shoulder, head resting in a surreal manner near her breasts.

 

His innocence was forever lost within this forbidden world of dark shadows and mystery.  A declaration of eternal bloodlust that will remain forever within his soul. 

 

 'Such a pity the child couldn't have died.  What a fool I am.  Yet, he shall remain useful to the cause.  Misery and unrelenting hunger for bloodflow will consume him.'


A vile grin of vicious malice flitted upon her countenance as she gazed into the boy's face in necromantic delight, her dark eyes flashing in hideous beauty. 


 'So be it.'  She silently declares and returns him to his previous position on her shoulder.

Continuing her trek through the passage of the pipe, she views numerous neon lit signs above her advertising various services, locations and dreadful items of the NightWorld Residents.


"Drink Ecolaia.  The taste of virgin tears."  One sign read, as another displayed, "Call Felix for a hot time. 1-835-637-9625" in flashing shades of purple neon light.

 


She smirked, staring at the sign, then sighed softly, thinking to herself, "Showoff." 

 

 Still yet, another sign was even more bizarre, as it advertised a plumbing service with dripping flashes of neon lights with flashing droplets representing a water leak. 


 "West Pipework's Premier Plumbing & Restoration Service.  Best in West Nightworld.  Call 1-546-834-2674 for an appointment, quote and consultation."

 


Striding silently forward in the darkness, the roar of an underground industrial-fan, that was rumbling in the darkness, creates a cacophony of white-noise around her, silencing her endless thoughts. 

 


 An unknown visage is visible up ahead, resting near a dim red glow of a neon light further along in the dark of the passage, and she squints slightly, attempting to discern their figure. 

 

 Unable to make a clear definition of the being before her, she stalks closer in the darkness, her sparkling candle growing faint and, after another momentary lapse, vanishes in a cloud of glittering, red smoke.

 

 

Without a sound, she silently steps near the figure, before a glaring flash of prismatic blue light glows forth from a glistening top-hat that rested upon the head of the stranger.  It illuminates the dark, mysterious face below in a mystifying shimmer.

 


A tall and bulky African American fellow with a handsomely distorted countenance stares back at her, his eyes glistening in a hypnotic power of phantasm, within the tunnel's essence. Flashes of supernatural light echo forth from the neon band of light resting upon his head. 

 A bewildering hat of avant-garde novelty rests askew on his head as sparkles rest sewn into the fabric, shimmering forth a dull hue of mystery in the dark. 

 

 The facial features were endowed with high brow bones, a contoured, aquiline nose, magnificently structured to perfection, with bushy, neon-red eyebrows that grew in a strange manner.  A distorted, rugged, handsome wisdom, perhaps ancient in nature, was evident on the gentleman's countenance. 

 

 Terror, wisdom and forlorn mystery, intertwined with not a little of the terrible and unexplainable, lie prevalent, etched into the stranger's countenance.

 

Ruefully, Zelda solemnly bows before the gentleman and curtsies slightly, upon a point of coquettish couture, yet still retaining a feigned innocence to her manner. 


 The fellow before her silently bows his head, placing one hand upon his breast as a faint light emanates from beneath, illuminating the dark skin.


'Welcome sentient child to the pipeways of the slums, above the gateway.  I see thou has brought a guest,' He telepathically ensues forth into her mind, as he squints, shifting his gaze upon the young teenage boy resting limp upon her shoulder.

 

Zelda retains her gaze with the unknown man before her in a calm demeanor. 


 Closing her eyes in contemplation, she sends a reply to him, thinking, 'A new operative initiative.  An infidel of sorts.  Hopefully, he shall be useful to our cause.  He conspired to join our group.  No ultimatum was given.'

 

 

The unknown man before her gently smiles, replying in quiet telepathy,

 'No ultimatum was needed for this initiative.  I sense a lustful desire for the forbidden revelries within this child's soul.  A bloodthirsty yearning for knowledge of the ancient ones I sense in him.  In no certain terms shall his request be disregarded.  Wishes are granted down here.  Our deepest desires; our unforetold fears.  Everything misery could muster, shuns and bows to the forgotten regrets of youth.  It is our code of honor, as it were.'

 

 

Zelda grins with an smile, feigning mild enthusiam and amusement.  Beneath this fellow's taciturn exterior, he expressed quite an extrovertive interior.  Perhaps it was a facade purposely displayed to others that meant to keep him constantly appearing dull and unattentive.


Unrelentive of his surroundings and their concealed pleasures.  Unbeknownst to others, his mind remained alert and attentive at all times.  Especially during the witching hours of the darkest nights.  It was a feigned disinterest within his heart.

 


Within her, she knew his ancient wisdom surpassed all human knowledge and understanding.  Such was this ancient fellow, a cunning, yet honest, citizen of the Neitherworld.

 

  A veritable anomaly.

 


  An awkward silence prevailed between the two for a short time, as the neon lights silently flash with an otherworldly glow, before Zelda perked up, asking him,

 'Unfortunately, I appear to be lost within this pipeway tunnel.  I glimpsed a distant sign in the dark earlier that read, "To Nightworld", yet, as I drew near the accursed spot, it seemed to be an apparition, and withdrew from my sight.  Dark facades of intrigue and mystery seem to fill the underground.  Never have I seen such deception.'

 

 

'One must always remain on their guard in such a forbidden place as this.'  He telepathically responds in silent revelry. 


'You are wise to question such apparent deception,' he continues solemnly.

 'Yet, to answer your question, one must always start at the beginning.  It all begins here my child. Everything shall be answered in due time.  As such, for your sake, you should find me to be a trusted guidance and counselor.  Follow my lead,'  he whispers in a mysterious voice that resembles neither a male nor female in tone. 

 

 

Zelda bowed low before his illuminated face, the red neon-lit eyebrows sparkling in otherworldly splendour before her. 


 'Before we begin, not to intrude on your kind services of aid, yet I should be much obliged to know of thy title.  Never have I come across such wisdom and intrigue in an ancient one in all my days in the underground.'

 


Closing his eyes before her gaze, he silently sends forth a reply,

 'My title is Artemis.  My name, dear child, you shall learn in due time.  Artemis shall suffice for now.  Address me as such.  Come.  Let us begin our trevail.  Being lost in such darkness far beneath the earth shall not come without its consequences.  Stray not and stay close.'

 

 

Slowly the African American fellow, known only as Artemis, saunters ever forward, leading Zelda and Ethan further into the mysterious depths of the glowing blue pipe.  Into the darkness of another reality,known only as Nightworld.

 


END OF PART II !

 

 


COPYRIGHT 2018 ZELDA VAXANDORF.  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'ZELDA and ARTEMIS' SECRET UNDERGROUND PIPE WORLD: NIGHTWORLD!'

IMPORTANT NOTE: ( FROM 2018.  Re-Edited in August 2021.  Thank you very much for reading.  Inspired by Beetlejuice and Nightmare on Elm STreet.)

 


PART I: FORBIDDEN PHANTASM and FINDING THE SECRET PIPE'S ENTRANCE DOWN TO THE UNDERGROUND !

 

 


Darkness reigns supreme with eternal starlight over a sprawling city skyline.  Deep within the dark and crooked alleyways, hidden in an industrial complex, a faint neon light is seen glowing in the darkest of night.The city of Montrelle was darkly thrilling this fateful evening.

 

 A group of goth and cybergoth teenagers, garbed in bewildering attire, are all mingled in a circle around a barrel ablaze with neon-lit flames.

 

A small minority of the cybergoth boys, garbed in flashing neon biking gear with shiny hair, are skateboarding along a neon-lit pathway in the dark, performing stunning feats and tactful tricks of illusion on the glittery concrete rails. 

 

A duo of boys, dressed all in black leather with laced up boots and shining neon hair, are spraying the dark concrete walls with multicolored, glowing graffiti.  Afterwards, they flittingly jump from one pipe to another in mischievous delight, as they vanish into the darkness behind a darkened stairwell. 

 

 

Eternal illumination of the senses, pleasure and pain intertwined.


A very austere girl adorned in a morose outfit, all draped in black with an oversized traveler's gothic cloak and great black hat, silently stands aloof from the others, snapping photos with a 'Nikom' camera in her grasp. 


 Her hair is braided in a surreal fashion, hanging loosely with sharp edges fronting her bangs, as thick white makeup covers her countenance with dark splotches under her eyes. Black gothic boots adorned her feet as her black, couture dress draped down to her ankles. 

 


The whole ensemble resembled a German Expressionist vogue of couture not seen since the Weimar Republic. 

 A dark veil hung from her hat covering her face in a bizarre fashion that concealed her countenance.  The overall effect was a mysterious, surreal beauty that shunned orthodoxy in the nightmare of darkness.

 

The remaining group were dressed equally as unique and gothic in their own fashion, donning various garments and surreal attire that suited their personage; almost unto a coquettish stance.


A small group lay sitting next to the dim red glow of graffiti amusing themselves with a Quija board.  Faint mirths of concealed laughter echo upon the fragrant air in the dark.

 

Green and red billows of smoke rose from a flaming barrel as they gathered together in a circle, chanting various spells and mantras unto Satan.  For this is the reason for their excursion in the darkest of hours at midnight.  The witching hour. 

 


 An urban seance of vicious continuance.  A group of wiccan teenagers gather around the remaining others, candles and incense prevalent in their hands, releasing smoke wafting forlornly into the darkness.

 

 


A great elderly book of forgotten lore, gilted in a red cover with an amethyst bloodstone resting in a pocket on the front, was in possession of a girl with a black fur cloak hanging from her voluptuous bosom.  Her chest heaved as a very handsome man, wearing only black leather overalls and black boots, with tanned skin and blonde hair, stands close by, kissing her greedily in the dark. 

 


 She bears a set of vampire fangs in the darkness as he continues down along her moist neck, massaging it viciously.

 

Silently, she leans over, whispering, "Bloodlust eternal my love.  Dearest one."  Nefarious sensations of delight escape her bloodstained lips as she softly caresses his neck with her tongue, lustily lapping in excited anticipation of the feed. 

 

 Passionate desire, dread and wicked delight flashed forth a nightmare of gore and splendour upon her countenance.  Within their climax of pleasure, their bodies interwined in sensual perfection, her bloodlust intensified to unbearable desire. 


 She decadently bites softly into his beautiful flesh, gorging herself unrestrainably.

 


  Xavier, the eldest boy of the party, was leading the chant in a successive fashion.  Extremely handsome, intelligent and cunning, he donned a glowing crystal within his grasp, kissing it gently, before passing it around to each other person in turn.


His sly and curious demeanor presented a hypnotic reverence amongst his dedicated followers.

 

"Ave Satanas!  Hail Satan!  The Fallen King!  Bloodlust eternal.  Ashes upon ashes.  Hail!  Hail!" He resounds upon the nocturnal air as the others perform the same ritual.

 


Afterwards, they kiss the unknown crystal and lay it in the center of a smoking red pentagram, glowing with nethermost phantasm, drawn with graffiti on the ground beneath them.  Closing their eyes, the group bends down on their knees before the almighty symbol of darkness before them and whispers forbidden incantations and mantra upon the midnight air. 

 


 ''Eternal darkness prevails,'' He silently whispers three times unto the others. The seance  slowly comes to an end.  Each saunters hypnotically away from the fiendish glow further into the recesses of the darkness.

________________________________________________

Dark shadows of visages flit silently to and fro within the smoky neon glow of the complex as they perform a masquerade of darkness.  Much glitter and glare was etched upon the faces of some as others bore gruesome daemonic masks over their countenances. 

 

 Macabre and phantasmic surrealism were prevalent there to bear witness upon the everlasting powers of hell.  Dark peals of laughter echo forth from some, while others bear only a silent revelry of contemplation.

 


"Xavier, my love.  How eternally grim and drear the nocturnal air rests upon my brow in this ethereal desecration," Zelda, the german expressionist marionette girl with the pioneer's gothic hat and black veil, camera hanging loosely around her décolletage, playfully whispers in his ear before gliding a hand through a strand of his hair.

"Your loveliness is such a beauty to behold my dearest,"  She whispers coquettishly, a faint smile prevalent on her lips, a sense of playful nobility evident in her tone.

 

"Not as eternally beautiful as you my beloved,"  He whispers in return as they lovingly embrace each other in the neon-lit smoky darkness.

 

Leaning in he gently kisses her glistening, seductive lips that taunt him from afar like an epithalamic protege.


Gesturing him to a more darkened, concealed corner of the complex, they embrace each other further and make passionate love.  Love unknown to all but themselves.  Hidden horrific seductions of the lustful heart.

 

__________________________

 

Far into the nethermost time of the nocturnal hour dark mysteries of the groups of teenagers are at their height of evil play in the darkness of the complex.  Vicious screams and wails echo upon the midnight air.

 


Disrupting their dark revelries, a squad police car turns into the darkened alleyway and audibly slows down near the hidden graffiti of the complex, turning on its lights and siren after witnessing the desecration of the area. 

 Spray cans, candles and various books litter the ground in a mysterious and hellish disarray as the graffiti of the symbols glows forth ominously.

 

 


'What the hell is all this?  What did I just come into?'  The officer ponders to himself as he slowly exits the vehicle, holstering his pistol on his side.

 

"Whomever is responsible for this vandalism on this public property will be arrested and prosecuted!  Hands in the air and show yourselves!  I know you're all there!  I am armed!"

 

Silently he strides forward with his pistol held out in front of him.  The symbols of graffiti glow in an otherworldly fashion upon his brow.  He glimpses up and around the complex, before walking into a concealed area behind the rails.


 
'What the....?  God almighty,'  He thinks terribly, gazing upon a pile of bloody desecration upon the concrete floor.  A red glow seems to emanate from this area high above him in the darkness of the recesses of the complex.


Grimacing in disgust, he takes out a portable, bi-directional radio transceiver, and yells forth into the receiver's speaker.

 

"Officer Monroe reporting a potential homicide.  Ive got large quantities of blood on private property of the abandoned Tower complex at the corner alley of 56200 Brigadiers Parkway in the slums of Montrelle.  I will need backup.  Repeat I will need backup.  I don't know the details of the situation as of yet.  Repeat..."

 

All goes deathly quiet as the receiver is cut short and the transmission is lost.  Dark bloodlust has reigned supreme as the blood flows thick from the officer's cranium.  


Near him a gothic boy stands over him holding a neon bat covered in fresh, voluptuous blood, his countenance frozen in excitement and fear.  His eyes remain wide and alert, fixated upon the dead officer before him.

 

Another girl standing gaunt and dire next to him laughs, as she whispers, "Come Ethan.  Follow us.  I hear the approaching sirens already.  We've got to leave.  Now!"

 

 

 


Ethan only stares forth in disbelief at his heinous crime of cynical conviction.  Dark thoughts form in his mind yet he has not enough time to process the skepticism rising within him.

 

The girl grabs his shoulder, wrenching him around in her direction, as she gazes deep into his brown eyes, repeating, "Are you coming?  Do you really want to be convicted for two homicides?  If they catch you..."


He gives her an incredulous look of vicious distrust. A lack of conviction rests upon his soul with this girl before him.

 

"Listen to me, Ethan.  You've been initiated.  You are one of us!  Follow us!  Never look back.  You must trust my words. We're retreating into the vandal's and vagrant's underworld.  You shall never be able to be apart of society any longer.  You're one of us now.  Embrace the darkness.  Hark!  Even as we speak the siren's wails grow ever closer.  Come!"

 


Ethan's silent acquiescence by consenting to trust her, and his yield to omitting any objection, gave her the answer she desired.  They silently retreat into the darkness behind them, escaping the approaching sirens that loom upon the horizon.

 


Escaping from the complex through a hidden exit, they follow a dark path through abandoned underground tunnels of a darkened subway. 

Glimmering piquancy flashes forth from their attire with adorning jewelry hanging from their body in a grotesque fashion.  Their dark boots splash in midnight pools of crystalline water that glitter mercilessly in the forgotten glare of the unknown.

 


After many hours of continuous seeking and running through countless unknown and dark tunnels far beneath the city, the girl finally comes to rest before a dark cavernous opening in the grimy concrete walls of the tunnel.

A dripping pipe runs along the walls further in the darkness and a crude door lies hidden behind the steaming pipeworks.

 


  Ethan's mind was full of questions and unfulfilled desires as he fathomed them to be hopelessly lost in this netherworld of pipes and tunnels.  The girl turns to face him as she silently gazes into his eyes. 

 

 Her feral, untamed countenance resembled a wildcat, bloodthirsty and maimed, hunger pains writhing forth from her being.  Her lusty eyes of dark desire fixated upon Ethan as they began to silently hypnotize his senses in the shadows.

 


 Everything within his mind became a dark void, devoid of any sense or reason, as he slowly lost consciousness.  The girl slowly approached him as her eyes glowed red in a nightmarish fashion.


Carefully, she solemnly removes all of Ethan's adornments and novelties, heaping them in a discarded pile of disarray in the darkness before her.  Admiring his handsome, bulky chest and body with enchanting nature, she kisses his sweet, sultry lips as she runs a hand along his glistening and sweaty blonde hair.

 

 

 

Moving down to his neck, she suddenly releases such a vicious, despairing lament of sexual desire upon the air that the very nature of her soul wails in desperation.

Reaching forward, her sharp fangs bear forth out of the darkness a hellish illumination and glimmer, as the bloodlust in her soul prevails. Wrenching the young boy's head back, the bloodthirsty wretch sinks her fangs forth into his lifegiving veins, drinking deep of its virtuous properties.

 

Moaning in nefarious delight, she releases her seductive power upon him, letting him fall limp into her embrace, his handsome features reflecting the light upon the dark ether.

  Vile disdain and horrifying wails lament forth from her soul, as she gnashes her bloody fangs together in a gruesome fashion, the glistening blood dripping from her lips.

 

 

Silently she reaches down and kisses his sweet, innocent lips as the blood flows from his mouth along his cheek. 

 


'My name is Zelda, my love,'  she whispers viciously into his ears, the perception of her form flitting forbidden shadows within his subconscious mind.

 


Dark passion of the eternal pursuit of bloodlust descends upon his being, altering his very soul, transforming him into a new entity. He silently breathes in sickening gasps as she places her blood stained lips upon his once more, the sensual desire pulsating within her, as she softly caresses his blonde hair in a sultry fashion. 

 


 'We shall be together forevermore.  My soul has greatly desired this and I shall not be denied of my wishes.' 

Hoisting the youth upon her shoulder, she steps forth into the murky ether of the darkened space, near the dripping pipes that were continuously releasing steam in the air.

 

Zelda was on her way home, searching for the secret entrance that led downwards into the secret depths.


A crude door lay hidden here in the darkness, its form etched in a bewildering fashion into the concrete wall.  Stepping forth, she brings forth a glimmering red key from her pocket and unlocks the door. 

 

 It opens, revealing an enclosed pipeway room, consisting of a sparkling dirt floor and a strange red glow that permeated from a caged red lantern that was next to an air vent in the glittering wall in an alcove. 

 

 Another area lay behind the caged red glow with various chutes and vents leading downwards.However, it was inaccessible. 

 


A glowing blue pipe in the darkness shines forth, illuminating their faces in the dark. 

 

'It all begins here...' she wonders within herself, as she takes an electric pink candle from her possession, the glimmering light illuminating the pipe's dark entrance. 

 

 Swiftly and silently, like a vicious infidel,  she nimbly glides forth, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

 


END OF PART I !


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PART II: DOWN INTO THE PIPE ENTRANCE OF NIGHTWORLD !  ----- MEETING THE PRIVATEER FELLOW: ARTEMIS !

 


Lucid essence permeates the darkness of the pipe as heavy steam and the roar of machinery are audible far in the distance, masked by the underground rock.

 


  Ethereal luminescence flashes forth from Zelda's dark crystal, shining a pathway through the unknown darkness.  Coming upon a turn in the pipeway, she halts next to a red glowing neon light resting in the dark above her.

 

Checking her inventory, she notices that her pendant of amethyst is missing.


  'An unfortunate turn of events,'  She thinks silently to herself, returning her remaining trinkets and novelties to their proper places within her pockets. 

 


 

The young vandal named Ethan lay slung over her shoulder, head resting in a surreal manner near her breasts.

 

His innocence was forever lost within this forbidden world of dark shadows and mystery.  A declaration of eternal bloodlust that will remain forever within his soul. 

 

 'Such a pity the child couldn't have died.  What a fool I am.  Yet, he shall remain useful to the cause.  Misery and unrelenting hunger for bloodflow will consume him.'


A vile grin of vicious malice flitted upon her countenance as she gazed into the boy's face in necromantic delight, her dark eyes flashing in hideous beauty. 


 'So be it.'  She silently declares and returns him to his previous position on her shoulder.

Continuing her trek through the passage of the pipe, she views numerous neon lit signs above her advertising various services, locations and dreadful items of the NightWorld Residents.


"Drink Ecolaia.  The taste of virgin tears."  One sign read, as another displayed, "Call Felix for a hot time. 1-835-637-9625" in flashing shades of purple neon light.

 


She smirked, staring at the sign, then sighed softly, thinking to herself, "Showoff." 

 

 Still yet, another sign was even more bizarre, as it advertised a plumbing service with dripping flashes of neon lights with flashing droplets representing a water leak. 


 "West Pipework's Premier Plumbing & Restoration Service.  Best in West Nightworld.  Call 1-546-834-2674 for an appointment, quote and consultation."

 


Striding silently forward in the darkness, the roar of an underground industrial-fan, that was rumbling in the darkness, creates a cacophony of white-noise around her, silencing her endless thoughts. 

 


 An unknown visage is visible up ahead, resting near a dim red glow of a neon light further along in the dark of the passage, and she squints slightly, attempting to discern their figure. 

 

 Unable to make a clear definition of the being before her, she stalks closer in the darkness, her sparkling candle growing faint and, after another momentary lapse, vanishes in a cloud of glittering, red smoke.

 

 

Without a sound, she silently steps near the figure, before a glaring flash of prismatic blue light glows forth from a glistening top-hat that rested upon the head of the stranger.  It illuminates the dark, mysterious face below in a mystifying shimmer.

 


A tall and bulky African American fellow with a handsomely distorted countenance stares back at her, his eyes glistening in a hypnotic power of phantasm, within the tunnel's essence. Flashes of supernatural light echo forth from the neon band of light resting upon his head. 

 A bewildering hat of avant-garde novelty rests askew on his head as sparkles rest sewn into the fabric, shimmering forth a dull hue of mystery in the dark. 

 

 The facial features were endowed with high brow bones, a contoured, aquiline nose, magnificently structured to perfection, with bushy, neon-red eyebrows that grew in a strange manner.  A distorted, rugged, handsome wisdom, perhaps ancient in nature, was evident on the gentleman's countenance. 

 

 Terror, wisdom and forlorn mystery, intertwined with not a little of the terrible and unexplainable, lie prevalent, etched into the stranger's countenance.

 

Ruefully, Zelda solemnly bows before the gentleman and curtsies slightly, upon a point of coquettish couture, yet still retaining a feigned innocence to her manner. 


 The fellow before her silently bows his head, placing one hand upon his breast as a faint light emanates from beneath, illuminating the dark skin.


'Welcome sentient child to the pipeways of the slums, above the gateway.  I see thou has brought a guest,' He telepathically ensues forth into her mind, as he squints, shifting his gaze upon the young teenage boy resting limp upon her shoulder.

 

Zelda retains her gaze with the unknown man before her in a calm demeanor. 


 Closing her eyes in contemplation, she sends a reply to him, thinking, 'A new operative initiative.  An infidel of sorts.  Hopefully, he shall be useful to our cause.  He conspired to join our group.  No ultimatum was given.'

 

 

The unknown man before her gently smiles, replying in quiet telepathy,

 'No ultimatum was needed for this initiative.  I sense a lustful desire for the forbidden revelries within this child's soul.  A bloodthirsty yearning for knowledge of the ancient ones I sense in him.  In no certain terms shall his request be disregarded.  Wishes are granted down here.  Our deepest desires; our unforetold fears.  Everything misery could muster, shuns and bows to the forgotten regrets of youth.  It is our code of honor, as it were.'

 

 

Zelda grins with an smile, feigning mild enthusiam and amusement.  Beneath this fellow's taciturn exterior, he expressed quite an extrovertive interior.  Perhaps it was a facade purposely displayed to others that meant to keep him constantly appearing dull and unattentive.


Unrelentive of his surroundings and their concealed pleasures.  Unbeknownst to others, his mind remained alert and attentive at all times.  Especially during the witching hours of the darkest nights.  It was a feigned disinterest within his heart.

 


Within her, she knew his ancient wisdom surpassed all human knowledge and understanding.  Such was this ancient fellow, a cunning, yet honest, citizen of the Neitherworld.

 

  A veritable anomaly.

 


  An awkward silence prevailed between the two for a short time, as the neon lights silently flash with an otherworldly glow, before Zelda perked up, asking him,

 'Unfortunately, I appear to be lost within this pipeway tunnel.  I glimpsed a distant sign in the dark earlier that read, "To Nightworld", yet, as I drew near the accursed spot, it seemed to be an apparition, and withdrew from my sight.  Dark facades of intrigue and mystery seem to fill the underground.  Never have I seen such deception.'

 

 

'One must always remain on their guard in such a forbidden place as this.'  He telepathically responds in silent revelry. 


'You are wise to question such apparent deception,' he continues solemnly.

 'Yet, to answer your question, one must always start at the beginning.  It all begins here my child. Everything shall be answered in due time.  As such, for your sake, you should find me to be a trusted guidance and counselor.  Follow my lead,'  he whispers in a mysterious voice that resembles neither a male nor female in tone. 

 

 

Zelda bowed low before his illuminated face, the red neon-lit eyebrows sparkling in otherworldly splendour before her. 


 'Before we begin, not to intrude on your kind services of aid, yet I should be much obliged to know of thy title.  Never have I come across such wisdom and intrigue in an ancient one in all my days in the underground.'

 


Closing his eyes before her gaze, he silently sends forth a reply,

 'My title is Artemis.  My name, dear child, you shall learn in due time.  Artemis shall suffice for now.  Address me as such.  Come.  Let us begin our trevail.  Being lost in such darkness far beneath the earth shall not come without its consequences.  Stray not and stay close.'

 

 

Slowly the African American fellow, known only as Artemis, saunters ever forward, leading Zelda and Ethan further into the mysterious depths of the glowing blue pipe.  Into the darkness of another reality,known only as Nightworld.

 


END OF PART II !

 

 


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Submitted: October 31, 2021

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