Day 7 - Nightmare (part 6) - Hells Graveyard The sky is black and dotted with ash, raging fires are scattered around. The sweat from the heat rolls down your face, as you notice there is no sound. Surveying the land for a way to escape, each step makes the fires grow high. You stop and listen, a buzzing is heard, that of a single house fly. It lands on your arm and crawls around, seems unaware of the intense heat. You blink an eye, and the fly becomes many, now thousands are swarmed at your feet. Watching in horror, now millions of pests, begin to take shape and form. A human shaped body, arms stretched to the sky, eyes of red, with two twisted horns. Lightning flashes, revealing the demon, the Prince Of Filth he is known. And rising behind him an altar of death, constructed of skulls and bone. His cloven hooves cause the ground to quake as he make his way to you. He points to the altar, his foul breath in your face, you know your time is through. Two leathery wings unfold from his back and stretch out in the thick air, A syrup like moucus drips from his skin, fly maggots squirm round in his hair. Razor sharp claws protrude from each finger, his body oozes with sores. The Lord Of Flies nears where you stand, the stench wreaking from every pore. You stand your ground and try not to look, upon his horrific black face. The drool drips from his fang filled mouth, Thoughts of death you start to embrace. He reaches out and grabs your arm, each touch starts burning your flesh. You cry out in pain, which gives him delight, he enjoys seeing you thresh. He pulls you towards the altar of death, and throws you upon the bone pile. The bones of the altar come to life, they grab hold, its violent and vile. The Lord Of Sin hovers over you now, weilding a long sword of flame. He raises it high, but suddenly stops, as a soft voice starts calling your name.
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 12:16:26 +0000
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