FINAL DESTINATION.x

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Hell.x

From this point forward, think completely different from a normal rational mind. You are cast under a spell of true evil and you are now at the mercy of your original creator. He sits on his throne of nails, surrounded by a river of rushing blood streaming from the past victims that have failed him. With nowhere to run, your only option is to stare mindlessly into his beautiful eyes as he carelessly takes over your soul which ultimately means nothing to him but more power to his great name. Demons claw down your back, and tear into what once was skin but now is nothing but shreds and burnt remains. You must stay silent, because any small noise would attract more and thus allowing them to gnaw on every one of your bones. Blood quickly runs from your back and adds to the pool of blood surrounding the ground and soon after the devilish angels drag you to the edge of the ground you realize they are succeeding to communicate to one another by thrashing you around, banging on the ground, and screaming bloody murder into your ears. This doesn’t allow you to reason with them and the toxic air or the loosening of their grip on you is the only thing between your plummet into the river of past victims. They hold you there, dangling you above the abyss and then you get a small glimpse of what is really beneath you. Decaying bones molded into a sculpture that could pierce through iron without fail submerged in rich blood and swimming within was a serpent, circling you like its prey. With silky deep red scales and sharp long fangs you notice the serpent flashes a subtle grin with only evil behind it. Its piercing black eyes stare you down and the creature vanishes into the river. However, not long after the relief the serpent reappears and is seen thrusting out of the water to grab a hold of your right leg with its deadly teeth. Refusing to let go the monster attempts to pull you down with it tearing through your skin and reaching your bone it stayed there hanging just to gnaw on it for a snack. The serpent is failing to wiggle you out of the demons grasp and although you wish you weren’t being man-handled by a fire-breathing demon, you only wish in this moment to remain in the hold of its hand to prevent being a daily snack to the sickly monster attached to your right leg. The demon begins to get angered by the fact the serpent is trying to steal its toy and its loose grip on you turns into a tug of war with the serpent. Forcefully releasing you from the grasp of the serpent’s jaws the demon then brings you to a room filled with fire. The room looked as though it was going to collapse and other demons arrived and were feeding the fire with other dead corpses. The stench of the human remains charred and turned to ashes fills your senses. The demons gather to converse in the corner of the burning room. You try to eavesdrop on what they are saying, however, the excruciating pain coming from all over your body is too much and isn’t allowing you to concentrate. You are forced to lie there paralyzed with fear and anguish as you are waiting for the horrid bunch of breath-taking demons to come to an agreement on your fate, you are thinking of anything that could be of a gleam of happiness in this time of torment. You begin to imagine bright colors but realize that you will never see again, or the rushing of a small creek. The calm voices of your loved ones and the thought that you will never see them again hit you in the heart. You will never experience happiness or love from this point forward. These abhorrent demons have claimed a soul that was not done living their life. The thoughts flood your mind that this is the end. Suddenly all at once they shift to stare at you, every single pair of eyes is on you and you begin to gasping in the breath you need for survival. Destroying everything within their path, the demons quickly stampeded towards you and grab ahold of your severed leg and begin to drag you into the next room. As they bring you into the next room your limps grow weaker and they seem to be growing stronger. Their grip on your shredded leg becomes tighter as if they were trying to squeeze it off. You continue to lose more and more of your precious blood and you realize it has created a defined path of your travel into this room. Paying attention to every detail and every intricate molding on the cave like walls that has blood seeping from the ceiling. These devilish drawling on the wall intrigue you and you stare at them to find out they are shifting around and more things are being added to it as the demons take action towards you. The molding begin to look more and more familiar to you and it appears that the wall has charted out the journey you have had while here and the one that will be coming next. You see a dark picture of the demons that are surrounding you now, however, there is but a single gleam of hope and just before you can make out what is being created, the tallest demon approaches you. With jagged yellow teeth and a piercing stare you take note that with every fresh wound it creates on your body the demon shows his evil grin. Their thirst for pain and the pleasure they receive from the agony they cause you fills the void that could be filled with love. However, this emotion doesn’t exist in a place so dark and evil. As the torment continues every demon joins in on the fun that the live for, all but one. One demon remains separated from the crowd and is walks to the opening of the room. Something appears indifferent about this demon. As you look around, you see every demon displays a thriving amount of hatred towards you that seems to be all feeding off one another and this silent reserved creature, that barely earns the name of a demon, has more hate built up inside then all of the other blood-thirsty demons combined. However, the hate that boils inside the quiet demon standing at the opening isn’t directed towards the victims brought into this place, it hates the fact that this horrid place exists and these demons feed off of the pain of innocent souls. Instead of possessing piercing eyes that captures souls, this demon carries eyes that sparkle of hope and seems as if it has managed to keep its nurturing soul from being conquered by the hellborn creator that rules the cell of your new existence. You stare at this demon and it brings you nothing but optimistic thoughts for this journey. The hopeful demon glares at you and through the corner of your eye you see it growing physically stronger and the anger burning inside of him sizzles into raging violence with the more torment he sees. As each demon takes a turn in pouring burning acid into the open wounds in your body and melting hot lava down your chest, then filling your mouth with hot rocks infested with parasites crawling down your throat to prevent you from screaming out of agony and torment. Cringing with pain as each of your limps is held by a wicked creature and your get a chance to look over at the demon struggling to bottle up the anger that it has. Shaking and pacing back and forth, the demon started to jump up and down screeching and yelling but no other demon pays attention to him. The grey tint to the demon stands out from the usual red and black. You consciously observe the smoothness of its skin and how it appears significantly less repulsive than the others. This intrigues you forcing you to continue to watch as his anger becomes greater and greater. Soon the demon acts upon his anger; he begins to rip apart his own skin to show dominance over the demons that are holding on to you. They tremble with fear and the walls shake from the roars coming from the demon standing before you. Staring more closely at him than before you notice a scar across its chest, it spells out something that seems to identify this remarkable demon as the others scream out its name. Black Halo was repeated over and over with hatred behind it but with more fear than anything. Black Halo has physically grown taller and stronger than the other abusive demons; they shake in fear as they get caught in his deep eyes and his blood-curdling voice talks down to the demons as they drop you to suffer. You lie there hopelessly; however, you don’t feel fear. Although the demons left you with deep wounds and tears filling wide pools around you, the pain decreased the closer Black Halo got. Each demon trips over one another as they scurry to get against the wall as far away from the new beast as possible. You’re struck with the realization that the demons you once were afraid of are now terrified of a demon you find nothing but security from. Black Halo shifts his focus off of the evil beings in the room and looks directly at you. He slowly reaches out his giant hand, silky smooth to the touch. Black Halo’s figure that once was so vague to you suddenly became crystal clear. He is helping you; he makes it obvious that his heated anger is directed toward the torturous demons were hurting an innocent victim. As he grabs your hands dripping with blood, the demons in the background seem to have faded away because you can hear nothing but the simple rush of air coming from Black Halo’s lungs. Black Halo stands there with an empty stare and slowly the deepest wounds in your back and your shredded leg begin to mend. Although you are completely aware of the healing, you are physically unable remove your eyes from the locked gaze into the holy demon’s eyes that has your life in his hands now. The constant throbbing and the blood-chilling pain had suddenly vanished and all you can do in this moment is fall to your knees in gratitude. The satanic angel shows remorse and sympathy as he lets you down gently. He smells fresh and gives you a sign of a happy turn of events that were unthought-of. The wicked angel has gestured for you to follow him; he spikes a grin and allows you to walk next to him as if you were an old friend taking a walk within a dark forest. For a place that once appeared as ultimately evil at the core has melted into but a trail with a dark and light side to it. The path became distinct and you realize you just were blind to the other half of the adventure. Walking alongside him while he leads you deeper within a contrasted version of the place you have already been.  Looking behind you it looks as if there is a force field sheltering you. You see and hear demons pounding vigorously against the ground and screaming out your name. They almost look sad, showing the signs of tears because they have to search for a new prey. As Black Halo leads you further into the bright side of the forest you carefully observe the light pink poppies at your bare feet comforting your steps. With every stride you brush your weak arms against the delicate bushes to your right and as you look to your left you look you into the eyes of the unexpected savior. The view becomes more enlightening and you begin to see other creatures that wear smiles on their faces and walk around as if they lived within a cloud. You question how you once were in a place so horrid and filled with evil; however, this bright and new palace is just footsteps away from the hell you were in. Looking back you see the split between two paths and notice how the demons with disguising the route to where you are heading now. One path made of dried blood and fire lining the edges to the entrance, with torches firing down the path leading you to the ruler. Then the other path that you are walking along now, smelling of fresh air and surrounded by flowers you didn’t know existed. Thousands of unknown colors puzzle the path and flowers branch over you like a tunnel. Walking in awe your breath is taken away, glancing from left and right just admiring the beauty you were dreaming about in hell. The farther along you get on your new journey the more pleasant creatures appear and greet you with gifts. One angel-like creature approaches you with a gleaming smile and white teeth. Small like a rabbit and walked on two legs. Patches of light brown fur and welcoming eyes, this creature grabs ahold of your hand and Black Halo stops walking. You turn to look at Black Halo and he has already started back down the path. He slowly walks back to the split of the trail. As he stands next to the entrance he begins to look darker and almost blend back into the demons that guard the gate. They don’t seem to notice that there is an angel intruding on their torment. You look forward again. The small creature leads you to a pond next to the trail. You hear rushing water of a creek that trickles into it. Colorful rocks create stepping stones and you can hear the chirps of new born birds. This seems like a dream to you, just moments ago you couldn’t imagine a sweet miracle as such. The fresh grass hugs your feet and your body as you lay back and breath. You take in the air free of toxic gases or the smell of death. In this moment you gently shut your eyes and ponder your life. Thinking back to what lead you to the hell you experienced but now the heaven you seem to be in now. You sit up, look down the path and hear a faint cry of help.  There is a new victim in the path of evil and destruction, held under the mercy of the evil creator. You watch as they recklessly drag the helpless individual to the foot of their master. You begin to weep because you have just experienced the same torment and pain. Standing up you get the urge to go help and you being to jog back down the path, however, the small creatures block the way and gesture you to sit back down. They tell you to relax and watch, thus hinting that this happens all the time, they don’t pay as much attention as you are. Biting your lip, you sit anxiously and wonder what is going to become of this person. You see Black Halo, guarding the gate, standing watch. He pays close attention to the victim and watching every move, his anger begins to increase. He silently follows the demons into every room they enter with new torture events. You slowly begin to realize that this is what happened to you. Black Halo stood back on every action the demonic creatures took against you and is now with the man. The man was crying out for help with more fear behind his words you ever thought was possible, Black Halo grabbed ahold of his body without further pain to come to the man. He rescued him just as he rescued you. This seemed to come so naturally to Black Halo, you have just watched the same events that happened to you, happen to another victim and you are amazed. However, you are unsure how to feel in this moment also. You feel less important and shocked. A demon has given his life to save the innocent people that get cursed and sentenced to eternal torture and you have just become another one of his victories. You aren’t special, you are just very lucky to have a guardian angel at the gates of hell. Maybe he only picks the worthy or the truly helpless, the ones who have tried their whole life’s striving to be what was asked of them or what was expected. Or the victims that lived by the socially acceptable standards and never got to truly be who they are or what they wanted to be. This may be you or you just are the lucky, and are good at looking like you’re worth saving but you truly belong in the depths of hell. Black Halo then appears with the victim from hell, the man looks you in the eye. He is dripping of blood and tears and his hair scorched. Black Halo puts him with in the hands of the angelic creatures and glances down the path at the gate. Another victim has arrived. Although something about his look doesn’t seem very uplifting. He almost gives a subtle shrug and turns the other direction. Black Halo doesn’t set down the path to save the next person being trapped. He instead has walked even further down the heavenly path into a bright tunnel where he finds a seat. He doesn’t look at either you or the newest member he looks at the flower covered walls that make up the tunnel to his existence. He reclines back and doesn’t give standing up to retrieve the victim a second thought. You heart shatters; you are overwhelmed with confusion and heart-break. Why has the guardian of the gates refused to save another man entering the pit of hell? Why has he saved two but left one? The man standing next to you, sharing these same thoughts falls to his knees just as you once did, crying out for mercy as if he was still in pain. Looking more closely you see deep cuts with in his flesh bleeding out on to the white flowers around him, staining the pure nature that surround everyone in this place once saw as heaven, but now saw as a brighter version of hell. You have been saved, you have been healed, but the helpless man next to you sits there crying out in pain and the demon once referred to as an angel sits back and listens to the man in front of him scream for help and the man in the distance being tortured. Looking deep within to find an answer to these strange occurrences, however, nothing at this point makes sense. You aren’t feeling remorse anymore and you aren’t feeling hate. You stand there blank and suddenly the feeling of hate inside of you grows into a passion of heroism and you set odd towards the gates of hell. They seem to be calling you, pulling you in almost recruiting you to be a demon. You answer their call, and with every hesitant you take your heart sinks but you don’t look back. Your conscious flees and you take faster step. The realization hit you that Black Halo was the most evil of all the demons, he attracted you and gave you what you truly desired, love. However, he stole it away as he showed his true self. He remained in his tunnel laughing with the satisfaction that he deceived you and you have given in, and are returning to hell as one of the demons. As you take the first step on to the dark path you stop to look around. All of the sudden a strong invisible force grabs a hold of your body and drags you into the same room as the one that you very first arrived in. You arrive and see the demonic ruler waiting for you. He allows you to stand next to him and looking around every demon in on their knees bowing down to you and him. In the corner of the large room you see Black Halo, bowing down with a devilish smirk wiped across his face.

As you turn and look into the piercing eyes of your hell-born creator, you gain more power than you’ve ever know and you realize that this… is your final destination.x


Submitted: November 27, 2015

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