Accursed City Part One

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Part one. The Crusader.

Submitted: March 17, 2018

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Submitted: March 17, 2018

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I am unsure as to where I have gone astray. I am alive, yet it feels like every pound of flesh belonging to my body has been cursed with a vile spell. Your divine light, hath it left my side? Has ye forsaken me for a vessel more worthy of your grace?

Chaos reigns inside city walls. People pillage and plunder like their lives depend on it. Fires roar uncontrollably. The sky is an unwelcoming shade of orange and yellow. Blood flows as free as wine in only the wickedest of brothels. Vermin crowd the streets, feeding off the many dead. Gnawed entrails smear the cobblestone. Toxicity resonates in the air and makes me sick to my stomach. The world before me makes me wish for a blackened sky. However, I fear the creatures lurking in the shadows and darkened alleyways will find newfound valor when the light of creation fades, and the twinkling cosmos are the only things keeping us from oblivion.

Tears filled with defeat burn my pores, lest I forget the blunder that got five good men torn to shreds by a demon. Why the beast chose to spare me, I couldn’t say. It sauntered off after gutting Tucker, giving me a look that still sends chills down my spine. It should have been me. The boy had barely matured into adulthood.

Perhaps you have the answer, as you are the one who created all. Although, forgive me, father. I do not mean to spread blasphemy, but this city, this land. There is something here, an aura of evil that makes my heart feel violently ill. This corrupted stake of earth couldn’t be your responsibility, could it? I choose to believe not, I choose to believe that you aren’t capable of creating something so inherently evil.

There are buildings, buildings for as far as I can see. They tower over me, almost high enough to blot out the sun. People shriek in pain, monsters screech in excitement, and the underworld calls my name. Fireballs hot with wrath rain from above. Smoke billows from rooftops and street corners, suffocating pockets of the city. My blood thins when I believe to hear children cry, and women suffer.

Any man would be a fool to say he isn’t petrified with fear, and every man a coward to admit his fear, yet cradle himself in the gutter. Many unknowns await me. Saying I am ready is more a lie than anything else, but it is the truth I am forced to adopt in my time of need. Most men would scream your name in vain, but not I.

While I face certain death, and untold horrors, my armor is strong, and the steel of my sword still rattles true. I will strike the heart of the enemy, wherever he may lie, and carry on your holy name until my lungs draw their final breath. I see it a privilege to serve you, but all I ask in return is that you do not forget about me, and keep me safe on this perilous journey back home. Nothing more would please me then to see my dear Monica and Fran one last time.

I will find my way out, either on this mortal plane or in death. I thank you for listening, and in thy hallowed name, I say Amen.


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