The Dark Somnium - "The Tower of Abhorred Flesh" Creepypasta | Scary Stories from The Internet

Episode Date: September 3, 2021

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I still remember the events of my awakening. It wasn't the first time I'd awoke in the tower. By that time, I had long since lost count. So many times I had slipped into a brief unconscious respite, only for the searing pain to jolt me back to life, wailing and agony. Despite my cries of pain, I could always perceive that deep-throated incantation as I felt a very finely-edged blade slowly carve away slivers of skin from my bare chest.

During my endurance of the torments, I saw only darkness, the linen that firmly held my head bound, not allowing me to see my abuser. My wrists and ankles were bound painfully with wire, pinning them back and suspending me at least four feet from the stone floor as a human pendulum. The inability to use my extremities rendered resistance impotent. I could only scream and grind my teeth into the horse pit that gagged me as they sadistically continued to slowly rend flesh from sinew, savoring every second of my misery as they repeated their unholy chant.

But they okay. Either way. Sometimes large patches of skin were stripped away. Other times it was small slivers, targeted in the areas most sensitive to me. Either instance always resulted in me tearing my vocal cords in pain until shock would inevitably cause me to lose consciousness, only to have the damning sting of salt being cast into the Those exposed wounds rouse me back to life to continue their sinister rites. This occasion, however, I decided that I would fight against the urge to slip into the

blissful darkness. I would bear the excruciating punishment until either they lost interest in my suffering or death took me. I could feel my molars dig further and further into the bit, with every drawn-out second they spent flaying me alive. As the pain and the extra effort it cost me to stay awake made it seem as though my many hours had passed. When darkness began to cloud my mind once again, unable to continue my endurance, I silently prayed that I would not wake again. With further descent into the

clutches of eternal rest, I tried to make her face, her radiant smile, be my image of parting grace. The smiling face of my beloved Jennifer on the night of the festival illuminated by the glow of the fireworks. Over my waxing screams, I tried to remember the sound of her laugh as she'd burrow her face into my chest. Just before the dark void would have me, however, I noticed the incantations cease. The chamber was quiet, save from my groans of pain. I then felt the linen around my eyes loosen until falling away completely, allowing gravity to pull my head downward to face the stone floor. It was at least a full minute before. before my vision could compose itself.

Directly below me, perched in a pool of blood, was a cauldron containing the discarded scraps of my flesh. As much as the sight horrified and revolted me, I could only utter a weak moan, the frigid air in the chamber stinging my exposed muscle tissue. When I heard soft footsteps approaching, I arched my neck up to see my menacer. He wore a dark scarlet cloak with a hood that completely concealed his face and brinked Brandished a small knife in his left hand, dripping with blood. My eyes widened as he approached.

The blade poised downward and outstretched. Panicking, I tried more vigorously to fight against my restraints. As before, it served me little as he grabbed my long hanging hair to force my face closer to him. Even held only mere inches away, I couldn't distinguish any features from under his hood. As he raised his blade over my face, I could once more hear the gutter. Chant. My throat, too weak and worn, I could only mutter a weak moaning as the blade sank deep into

my forehead, scarring some manner of sigil or branding into it before cutting deep across the lengths of my arms and legs, allowing the viscous crimson to flow down freely onto the cauldron beneath me. When he finished, he then removed the horse bit from my mouth. The rush of unobstructed air caused me to cough and wheeze as I sputtered. My voice nearly depleted. Who are you? As to reply to my query, the Acolyte cocked its head to the side and let out a deafening screech,

as I felt it pushed the index finger of its right hand into the cuts on my forehead. I felt a blinding flash of light seemingly come from within my eyes as I began to envision a small farmland with bright and healthy soil bearing many crops. I was overwhelmed. My senses overclocked and unable to properly process the heavenly display. for indeed it had been so long since such a sight had existed that I was sure they only existed in heaven. I saw gathering the bountiful harvest was a man and his boy.

They laughed as they toiled, overjoyed with the fruits of their labors. Another flash led the vision to shift to the inside of a dark sanctuary where there gathered three hooded figures clad in the same uniform red garbs as the one in front of me, all reciting the chant as they knelt and prostrate before a large pit, surrounded by candles, and a tyrannical idol erected opposite of them, inanimately wielding its dominion over them. I let out a shrill yelp as I felt the acolyte's finger pushed harder into the wound, feeling the visions burned deeper and deeper within my mind. From inside the cavernor's pit, I could see the man and the boy tearing each other apart.

The both of them lost to some primal bloodlust in an attempt to cannibalize one another. I wanted it to stop, but was powerless to make it do so. As long as the acolyte's finger remained on my forehead, I was forced to continue experiencing the nightmare as I watched the adolescent tear at his father's jugular with his fingernails. The father retaliated by gouging the eyes of the boy, growling like a rabbit hound. I felt the finger dig deeper into the carvings as I witnessed the boy, somehow gaining the upper hand over his elder, and proceeding to drive his father's head into his father's head into the same.

the walls of the pit. Once the man's head was but little more than a mess of gore, the youth let out a series of deranged howls and screams as he began to regurgitate a venomous black substance and tear away the skin of his face. I found it in me to scream once more as I felt the blinding flash searing my mind. I felt my head hang limp again, facing the cauldron below me. My breathing was heavy as though my lungs were starved and my vision was slow to recompose itself. My head was swarming, unable to comprehend the ghoulish scene I'd just witnessed. Who are they? And why were they killing each other?

I was allowed no avenue to express my questioning to the acolyte before he forced my head upwards once more to meet his gaze. Before I could so much as gasp, he pinched my nostrils together, forcing my mouth open and jamming the blade inside. My struggles failed me again as I felt the blade sliced into the root of my tongue, once more reciting that damning chant. My abilities to scream were nulled by my choking as the warm, metallic taste of blood flooded my throat.

Like with the rest, my severed tongue was cast into the cauldron. For a moment I felt I was finally close to death as I sputtered and weased, choking on my own blood. Of course, I was again denied this end to my punishment when the evening. Akelyte revealed a glowing, scalding shard of iron and forced it into my mouth, cauterizing the gash what my tongue once was. I truly began to wonder in that moment if I'd not perhaps perished, as many of the others had on the night of the festival.

The night it happened, and the eye was now condemned to suffer eternally in this abattoir of crimson-stained stone and mortar. Weekly and with depleted vision, I watched as he used the knife to sever the wires, binding my limbs, causing me to plummet to the cold, unforgiving stone, before silently collecting the cauldron and exiting the chamber through the stairway at the right end. I was left to lie in a pool of blood, my body broken and rent. As the void crept upon the corners of my vision once more, I began to dream. The image to haunt my subconscious mind was that of Jennifer, her vibrant blonde hair, her sweet and warm smile.

I began to recollect her softly sweet laughter as we embraced amidst a cheering crowd. I could feel a tear betray me as I remembered the kiss we shared as the blinding blazes burst, illuminating all to a definite degree. The tears came more freely and horror clouded my reasonable thoughts as the sounds of their collective screams pervaded the air around us. My petrified somnambulism lasted no further, however, when I felt hands grabbed my wrists and begin dragging me across the stone floor, a trail of blood marking the path behind. Looking up, I could see the blurred visage of a scarlet garbed acolyte pulling me further into

the hallway. I could see but little as I was brought further into the winding staircase, for only a few torches were placed down the long stone spiral. My body throbbed and ached with every inch that I was dragged along, the exposed muscles and tissue grinding against the rough, cold stone. As I was brought nearer and nearer to the end of the stairs, I began to hear a succession of some of the most tortured whales I've ever heard. I almost was certain they couldn't be human.

Horrific truth would prove me otherwise, however, when I was dragged out of the stairway and into a new chamber where there was a displayed woman bound in much as simple. manner as I had been. Her suffering, however, was of a wholly more vicious nature. She was mounted upon a giant spear in between her legs, her ankles bound in such a way that forced her legs open. Her unheeded shrieks for mercy reached an insufferable degree as I saw two of the acolytes then began to cut across her painfully slender stomach, collecting the robbed viscera into a cauldron just as they had with me. Unable to bear witness to the vile lacked any longer, I closed my eyes and did my best to take quiet solace in the fact that

it wasn't my Jennifer enduring this inhuman torture. It was for naught, however, as I felt myself being hoist upright by my arms. My eyes opened once more to see them bringing the cauldron closer to me. In an instant, my head was forced down into it, and the acolyte began to force handfuls of the entrails into my mouth. My aching body was too weak to offer any meaningful resistance as he forced the ill-gotten core down my throat, causing me to gasp and choke. As they did this, I could only distinguish a single, monotonous phrase over the poor woman's

screams. I was given no time to ponder what that phrase meant before my head was forced from the cauldron to see one of the acolytes holding a dark grail to my slack jaw. With preternatural speed and ferocity, my head was snatched back and the viscous Black liquid contained in the night-shaded grail was poured into my helplessly agate mouth. The substance was thick and warm, making swallowing it nearly impossible. When the last of it was emptied, I began to feel as though the blood-stained confinement was warping around me.

The further I fell into a dizzying trance, the more that mysterious mantra cycled incessantly in my mind. I began to perceive the utterance of the words taking on a discordant quality. as if it was originally from the throats of men, women, and beasts alike, all in perfect unison. That was when, amidst the distorted chaos that was the chamber around me, I saw it for the first time. This being, nay, this force appeared to me from the midst of a crimson glow with an avatar

that resembled a human being only in posture and general shape. The body was sexless and without skin, comprised merely of exposure. muscle tissue and organs. The extremities were long and slender, such that laymen may consider them frail, with long, razor-edged talons at the end of its digits, that threatened to disembowl any living creature with but a swift stroke. It was the entity's head that nearly broke the meager hold I still had with my sanity. The being was without a face, without identity.

In place of that was what appeared to be a mass of twisted, clammy flesh that wriggled and pulsed as if a living, beating heart were encased within. I could feel the entity's cacophonous vocals resonating, beating like a drum within my mind. Adreouquet, Melios. The entity repeated as it outstretched a slender, skinless left hand and bore its talent claws deep within my chest, be it either a product of the delirium addling my mind or of whatever ethereal force it was manipulating. I felt no pain, and yet it was excrued.

appreciating as the sinew digits grasp tightened around my heart. From all around me I began to hear as well as feel their collective screams again. My body became numb as the arm of the entity slowly fused deeper and deeper into my chest. The more my body continued to join with its, the louder, clearer, and more pronounced the screams became. Even in telling this, I cannot accurately comprehend the nature of the anguished wailing. It was as though a thousand men, women, and children were crying out in a blood-drunk frenzy, having lost themselves to some sort of hysteria.

I began to see them all once again, clustered together with eyes of rage and tearing each other apart with teeth and nails alike. The confines around me continued to shift, morphing into a representation of the night of the festival. All around me I watched as the glowing fireworks illuminated a holocaust. The pressure on my heart tightened, as in petrified sorrow, I was forced to relive that night when I watched those I once knew as family and friends who'd gathered in celebration of my engagement to my beloved slaughter each other.

This time was different, however, in that I didn't merely hear or see the carnage, but felt it. Every scratch, every bite, I felt it all. Physically, viscerally, and mentally, once they had feasted upon their once fellow brethren, I saw them turn their feral ire upon themselves, ripping and tearing at their own flesh with their eyes draining of that same venom that I'd witnessed in the Acolyte's earlier mirage. Jubilex, Zantus, Malius, they said to the skies above before falling dead upon gore-ridden

earth. What had begun with blood and flesh? The distorted voice boomed in my head. So too shall it end, and be reborn in that is. In that instance, I felt as though my own body began to unravel itself, watching in horrific revulsion as my own flesh dripped itself away. I screamed out in abject terror when all of a sudden I felt once again the cold stone beneath me.

Dazed and hysterical, I examined my environment to find that it no longer resembled the damning premonition. I saw that I was once more being towed down a dim corridor. The further they tugged my battered and shredded body, the more clearly I was able to distinguish distant recitals of the familiarly archaic chanting from my head. I heard the repetitions echo off the stone walls of the hall. The more I listened, the more I began to hear the phantom whispers. Flesh for the faceless one.

What do they mean? With the little time I would have to ponder that query, the entity's statement continued to pervade my reasonable thoughts. end of the prolonged hallway, I was hoisted gracelessly to my feet by two of the acolytes. Before me was the very same sanctuary from the hallucination. It felt as though I was staring into the very depths of Sheel itself, the only penetrations to the devouring darkness being the small candles arranged around the gaping pit at the far end of the room.

Despite the paltry illumination, I clearly saw the idol from the vision towering over the pit. At first glance it looked to crue. crudely resemble the form of a human being, with its circular ring to form the semblance of a head and the four points beneath to resemble the limbs. It then slowly dawned upon me of the idol's resemblance to the abominable entity who, in of itself, appeared to be but a crude representation of a human. I watched as three hooded acolytes who were knelt in worship around the cavernous pit

turned to face me, holding aloft their own smaller images of the larger one towering, before them and repeating their demoniac tongue. My body remained limp, my feet dragging across the rough stone, as the two acolytes restraining my arms forced me forward. The chanting grew louder and more abrasive, the closer I came to the pit, as well as the whispered omens from before. I tried in vain to shake the ethereal utterance from my thoughts, only seeming to succeed in giving them a tighter grasp on my mind.

It was when I was held only mere inches away from the abysmal pit that my senses were offended by a combined carrion myasma of excrement and decay. I felt my stomach start to turn over on itself and I began to wretch. I soon regretted this physical impulse, however, as with speed, one of the acolytes before me used the piercing edge of its idol to slice across his palm, producing venomous black blood before forcing me to consume it once again. Then, before I could so much as gasp and fright, I was cast like waste into the Abidon depths of the pit.

With a crushing impact, I met the floor of the pit. Unlike the rough, coarse stone in the rest of the tower, the ground was smooth like marble. For a prolonged period of time I had just laid there, splayed out in the center of the pit, and looking up at the dark expanse above, as the scarlet garbed figures returned my gaze down at me. I watched as they uniformly raised their idols to the air once more, reciting the chant, before dispersing from the mouth of the pit. Had I possessed my tongue, I would have had in that moment cried out to God, beckoning

as to why I'd been forsaken in this manner. As it happened, I'd need not to have voiced this anguished query to receive its answer. Soon after they dispersed from the pit, a loud groan as though from a dying mule rang out from the darker regions of the pit that laid beyond the sparsely illuminated radius from directly under the mouth. My body tensed as I heard the source of the groans grow nearer, the soft shuffling of its movement growing ever closer to the center. Despite feeling of the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I laid stiff both from pain

as well as crippling fear. I couldn't even bring myself to close my eyes that I might be spared the witness of a possibly gruesome end at the whims of whatever vile. creature was skulking towards me. It chose me. What began as minute relief that the creature from the abysmal recesses was human, quickly devolved into dread as I recognized the man to be that of my best friend and the elder brother of my dearest Jennifer, Wallace.

I felt as though a millstone had been hanged around my heart, sending it plummeting from my chest. During the nigh endless days and night I spent in torment in the tower, I was most certain that He'd met his demise, like many, at the hands of our ravenous brethren. Seeing him here, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps that could have been a more graceful fate. With his face now illuminated, I saw that both of his eyes had been forcefully gouged out, leaving two dark red craters in their place.

The more illuminated he became, the more of his disfigurements I saw all over his body. It was as though the jaws of some savage beast had mauled him, leaving not an inch of skin without laceration. He crept closer to me, somehow able to propel himself forward on his hands and feet with an almost animalistic level of agility, despite the appearance of his exposed, shredded tendons and ligaments. The flesh is abhorred and must be ended. I heard him mumple as he closed the distance. The world must be reborn in the image of flesh. No sooner than the deranged declaration left his lips, he bounded through the air like a panther and pinned me to the floor of the pit. Despite having more of my body intact than he, I was completely unable to wrestle against him.

Wallace's empty eye sockets began to excrete the familiar black liquid as he barked at the top of his lungs. A three okay, adieu, Jubilex, flesh for the faceless one. Before sinking his teeth into the bridge of my nose, I howled and writhed in pain as I struggled beneath his grasp to no avail. My screams escalated to painful proportions as his teeth dug in and ripped away. away the skin of my nose and devoured it. This is it. I conceded as I closed my eyes, waiting for the feral beast that was once my closest friend to tear me apart.

That was when, from outside the circle of light, an ear-shattering screech rang out. In an instant I felt the weight of Wallace being forced off me. When I opened my eyes, I looked over to see that a newcomer from the dark recesses had pounced upon Wallace and was wrestling him to the pit floor. I watched as the attacker began strangling Wallace, uttering rabid growls as they did so. Wallace retaliated by using his fingernails to slash the attacker's face, successfully ripping a gash open in their right cheek. This caused them to retract in pain.

Seizing the opportunity to attack, Wallace pounced upon his opponent and began to sink his teeth into their cheek and tear a large region of it asunder. The flesh is abhorred and must be reborn in its image. Wallace shouted, letting out a hysterical cackle, as he struggled to hold his attacker down. Looking closer, I saw the pain and fright in the attacker's eyes as Wallace unhinged his jaws for another attack. A haunting familiarity struck me fiercely when I saw the twinkle of innocence in those eyes

as well. It was something I had not seen since—since—s… No. Please no. Wallace let out an inhuman shriek as he clamped his teeth around the attacker's right ear, tearing it clean from their head. I winced as the screams became nearly deafening. I then watched as he sunk his teeth into their throat and spat out a portion of it almost

half the size of my palm. Seeing the severed gore land only inches away from me, I spotted something glinting in the dim light. My heart froze when, upon examination, the reflective object was revealed to be the very diamond encrusted locket I placed around the neck of my beloved wife to be. I looked up once more at the brutal struggle to see Wallace begin to tear away the skin of his face as he proclaimed. The faceless one chose me to be reborn in the image of flesh.

The attacker, my sweet Jennifer, laid pinned beneath him, profusely bleeding from the gash in her throat. A day okay, Adelaeck, tubelix, Xanthes, Melios. I heard coming from the mouth of the pit. I hear their call. Flesh for the faceless one, harbinger of rebirth. Wallace said, having completely removed the skin from his face, the venomous black ickr began gushing from his mouth as well as his eye sockets.

With a mysterious vigor coursing through me, perhaps driven by the desire to protect my love from further harm at the hands of her brother, I found myself to my feet and lunged at Wallace as he reared back for another attack. To both my own and his amazement, I was able to successfully intercept his assault and restrain him on the ground. As I struggled to keep him pinned, my head began to pound with every uttered syllable of the acolytes recited incantations from above. With the venom gagging him, Wallace lashed out that he heard the summons of the entity,

that he was the chosen one to be reborn in the image of flesh. It was in that very instant that the cacophonous vocals of the abominable entity spoke to me in whispers that were almost hypnotic in nature. Do it. End him. It barked. For the flesh is weak. and his undeserving of rebirth.

I will be reborn in its image. He gurgled, writhing beneath me. The pulsing in my head became more frantic, the faceless ones' commands echoing through my head. I tried to shake its voice from my thoughts. That was when a volley of images flooded through my mind. I began to see the flesh of every living creature peel from the bones as if it were mere parchment. I could again perceive their tortured cries echoing as they looked up to the sky.

eyes, their shed fleshy pelts soaking into the bowels of the earth. I saw them prostrate themselves before the faceless ones, who held dominance from the sky above. They have been reborn with pure flesh. It stated, End him now that you may be reborn in flesh. I began to feel something for the first of what would be many times to come in that moment, as I watched the skinless creatures in the vision start to tear each other apart. I felt a primal urge to feed.

All at once I could feel a blinding rage take hold of me as I looked to see Wallace beneath me struggling. Now at my mercy, I could feel myself slipping into the ravenous temptation. All it would take, I silently reasoned, was one strike to his throat, then he'd be in a pool of blood alongside his sister. Hate burned inside of me as I chanced to look back to see my dearest Jennifer's body sprawled motionless, blood now encircling her head. He killed her!

I thought to myself, returning my gaze to Wallace's empty eye sockets. This bastard that I once called a friend had just murdered his own sister, my fiancée. I felt the throbbing with an immeasurable intensity as I bared my teeth and ripped into his throat. I could hear him cry out as he struggled beneath me. New sensations coursed through my entire body, with every second my teeth burrowed further and furrowed further and further into a skin, savoring the warm crimson river that flowed down my throat. Earthquakes were erupting in my head, and I felt as though it would explode. My eyes began to burn as the venomous discharge ran freely down my face.

Such intensity caused me to raise up and scream to the mouth of the pit above, just as Wallace and the others before. The burning was excruciating, and I felt an overwhelming compulsion to attempt gouging my eyes out. Overtaken by my new-found feral ire, I proceeded to repeatedly bash Wallace's head into the ground. I didn't stop until I heard the satisfying, distinct sound of his skull splitting. I howled and roared to the air like the unbound ape I had degraded myself to in that moment, as my head continued to pound and quake.

The cooing voice was soft, broken, yet oddly soothing. I almost didn't hear at first, having lost myself to the savage hysteria. Frederick! This time it was cried out from behind me. I looked back to see my Jennifer alive. Slowly, I returned to my former state of reason. I got my first clear look at her. Her once entrancing face was marred nearly beyond recognition.

Despite this, her eyes bore no falsehood. This was, indeed, my Jennifer. Jeh-ne. I croaked out, unable to form the necessary syllables. Frederick. Her voice was faint and fading. I hastily crawled over to her and cradled her in my arms. As disfigured as she appeared, I was still hopelessly entranced by her eyes.

I leaned down and planted a kiss upon her torn, scarred lips. A long-forgotten sense of warmth and tranquility flowed through my body as I held her close to my chest. I nestled my head to hers as she allowed herself to drift into a quiet slumber. For hours I held her, studying her sweet face that I'd feared I'd never see again, feeling her warm and steady breaths upon my tattered skin. Something began to twist inside of me, however. I began to fervently ponder how vulnerable she looked, cradled like a child in my arms.

It too would be easy, just like Wallace. It was then that my head started pounding again, the cacophonous voice booming. End her. The flesh is weak and detested. No, no, please, not her. I silently cried. My eyes began to burn as it demanded again with malicious vigor. End her. Return her to the flesh of the earth that you may be reborn. In what would be a vain attempt to combat the cacad demons will, I laid her down and scurried

away from her into the darkest region of the pit. I felt as though a raging fire had been set up. light in my head. My head felt near to bursting, and I began to drive it into the wall of the pit, with hopes of, in one way or another, escaping this. Eventually, the darkness indeed welcomed me again. I drifted in an endless limbo for what felt to be just shy of an eternity. The hope of a merciful demise, however, was extinguished as the void around me shifted into

a display of the outer cosmos. Once more, I watched as the faceless one emerge. emerged from the blazing orb that penetrated the abysmal expanse. I felt weak with dread at the sight. You think you can deny rebirth simply by expiring yourself? Its chaotic bellow shook my presently frantic heartbeat. What are you? What is this place?

I was at a loss. Why wasn't I allowed to be at peace? You were made, like all things that be of this world, in the image of the flesh of me. As it spoke, the glowing. Orb hailing the faceless one expanded, I felt a scalding sensation when the orb crept upon and swallowed me whole, causing me to tightly close my eyes. Look around you. Opening my eyes, I saw the earth, a quiet yet peaceful display.

What is this? I beckoned. Be this an illusion? Nay, you are merely witnessing the end of a cycle. All around me, I watched as primitive wildlife grazed peacefully about, about in a wide, lush grove. Oddly, I felt a comforting warmth flow through me in observing them. With but a swift pass of its naked hand, however, the formerly gentle creatures became hostile. I watched in revulsion as even the young of the various herds were remorselessly ripped apart.

Stop this! I cried out to it. I was given no response as the massacre continued. Eventually, there was but one of the creatures remaining, a grizzly who, upon a its victory, roared to the skies above in beserk delirium as it rendered the flesh from its bones. Slowly, I saw the littered carcasses spread across the soil until it formed an entirely new landscape comprised solely of living flesh. All across the horizon, the flesh soil expanded. I was disgusted and horrified at the sight of the hellscape that surrounded me, pulsing and quaking just as that which comprised the malevolent beings' head.

What have he done? I shouted to it, my mind in danger of breaking irrevocably. What has always happened when the flesh becomes abhorrent and must be reborn? That is how life continues. Just then, the sinewy land below started to undulate and protrude upward. As it did this, I noticed how it molded itself into the form of a man. Like an infant at birth, the creature blasted a shrill cry as it drew. in the breath of life and opened its yellow eyes.

I then witnessed more of the same phenomena when more of men and beasts alike were birthed shrieking from the primordial flesh. What manner of hell is this? Heaven and hell. It thundered. Are only the mere philosophical constructs of feeble flesh? What are you? I stammered, stripped of my ability to compose myself.

In front of me, the newborn skinless man's eyes flooded with venom as he opened his men. mouth, speaking in the entity's discordant tongue as a conduit, I am the world, for the world is bound from flesh, and I am flesh. You lie! I rebuted in a pitiful defiance. You're evil. You slaughtered innocence. I have done nothing.

What has occurred is what has always been preordained. It was you that corrupted them, that damned them. With that, the grotesque creature began to mold into a morbidly familiar. appearance, forming the gaunt face and thin body of Wallace. The voice boomed through the mouth once more. This is your doing. What you have deemed as damnation is merely that which was only natural for beings of the flesh. I covered my ears and closed my eyes, demanding the being to silence its lying tongue. All around me, I began to hear more of the maddening wails of birth until I

was eventually forced to open my eyes once more. In doing so, I was met again with the depths of pit. As I laid numb, my head still aching from the blunt trauma I subjected myself to, I slowly lulled my head around to regain my bearings. I saw once more the lifeless body of Wallace, my once greatest friend slain by my hand. I couldn't help but weep, recalling the horrible perversion from the hallucination. Only natural for those of the flesh. The faceless one's words stabbed at my mind once more.

What has happened is what was all. Always meant to happen. I looked over to Jennifer, still laying quiet and still. I willed myself up and began to slowly crawl towards her. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful, so delicate, so vulnerable. That stopped me in my tracks. No, I won't. My head started to quake again, forcing me to collapse into the fetal position, clutching my head.

I screamed in pain, voicelessly begging to be spared of the present. isn't scourging. The pressure was utterly unbearable, and I was certain that it would cause me to combust. In spite of this, I was determined to allow no further harm to come to my dear Jennifer. I ceased my insane howling when I heard the faint pattering movement across the floor of the pit, following this, almost on cue of the devil himself, or rather what I believed of the devil at the time, was the recited chorus again, opening my eyes, the quaking in my head refusing to cease, an alarming terror seized me when I saw that Jennifer was no longer where she had lain

before. I could hear a soft growling coming from the darker regions of the pit from ahead. Jennifer! I called out feebly. What I saw next is an image that I recollect with a certain sense of sorrow, fleeting a sense as it may be now. It was indeed Jennifer, but not my sweet and delicate rose that I'd once pledged my heart to. Her eyes bore the yellow irises of primal wrath, and her torn, scarred lips were adorned

with pulpy viscera. As she approached the circle of light, I could see her dragging the carcass of her lifeless brother behind her. Jennifer! Her attention, taken from Wallace's body, turned to fix her enraged eyes upon me. I felt my blood freeze over when I returned the gaze into her hateful, glowing eyes. Audrey Oak. I heard her whisper this before crawling in my direction.

Her growling growing more distinct with every inch she gained. When she was but a mere foot from me, I watched her jaundiced eyes excrete the horrid ichor as she let out a jarring shriek before leaping to pounce on me. Fortunately, I was able to roll away before she landed right where I'd been laying. She turned her soulless eyes to me once more. Adre Ock, ad o'way, Jubilex, Sainctus Mel Iose. I felt my heart shatter at the utterance of the demented chant from her lips. No, no, no, please, not like this.

Jennifer! Before I could let out my plea to her, she once more lunged for an attack, this time succeeding in striking my left eye. Instantly, my left eye socket flooded with blood, and darkness permanently assumed its control. I retracted and attempted to flee from further harm. Her reflexes, however, allowed her to have me at her mercy with ease as she pinned me down. I wanted to plead with her, to tell her that I loved her and would not let this be our end. Such as it was, I would find that I possessed no influence of any sort in that matter, as she

leered down at me with her venomous eyes, no longer recognizing me as her lover, without wasting An instant, she struck my chest with a clawed swipe, reopening existing scars as well as tearing new ones. I screamed more painfully in that moment than I ever had before and never would sense. While the pounding erupted in my head once again, the pain gradually changed into anger as with a blood-curdling screech, she bore her teeth into the soft tissue of my flayed body. How could she? Instantly I remembered the man and his boy as I felt the murderous rage swell within me.

me. The pounding escalated further, and my eyes started to burn once more. My vision darkened with the flooding of the venom upon my eyes, and my animalistic desires overrode my reasonable mind. I seized an opportunity to retaliate when she released her restraint of my hands in an attempt to strangle me, and pressed my thumbs into her eyes and hurled her to the pit floor. Regaining my feet, I stood up and towered over her. She quickly recovered and leapt up for another assault. This time, however, I caught her from the air and promptly brought her to the ground. The impact of her body upon the smooth marble causing a sickening crack to be heard, I lost much of my sight from her from the venom that flooded my eyes. Her eyes, however,

I could see the lost spark of innocence having returned and pleading to me for mercy. Unfortunately, I had lost all higher reasoning in that moment, and my wrath was unbound. I felt as though I had left my mortal shell and was simply a spectator to the vicious slaying of my once-loved Jennifer. When at last she drew breath no more, having been reduced to not but a shredded husk, I felt my head burned with the aggression of a thousand suns. The pain was nigh unbearable, and I began to strip the skin from my skull, crying out in unbridled rage as the cold air stung the naked flesh beneath, venom flooding from my eyes and mouth.

Adraeokai, Jubilex, Xanctus, Melios! The last aspect of human perspective I can recall in that moment of savage delirium, before my conscious mind became engulfed in shadows, was that of grievance and utter desolation of my humanity. I know not how long I remained catatonic. I remember, though, that I did not dream. Rather, I was plagued by the subconscious repetitions of the faceless ones revelations. You were made, like all things that be of this world, in the image of the flesh of me.

Eventually, it would be the utterance of the baritone corps surrounding me that would rouse me from my hollow reverie. Three of the acolytes encircled me at the bottom of the pit, clutching their idols to their chess. Finally, the one in the center extended his hand down to me. When I was brought to my feet, I realized I could feel absolutely nothing. It was as though I had been stripped of all tactile perception. I could no longer even feel the air's chilling prick upon my exposed sinews.

More than this, however, I felt utterly empty, devoid of emotion or personality. I looked over to where Jennifer's body lay, ripped apart beyond comprehension by my own jaws. I felt unable to do as much as even lament her death, save for a single tear that I could not feel. It was then that the trio before me, in a uniformed synchronicity, removed their scarlet hoods for the first time, to reveal themselves to be the very same image of the faceless one. Their misshapen heads of malformed flesh pulsed as they gazed at me. It became more frantic, and my own head hammered and quaked as they knelt before me, bearing their idols and reciting.

Dreyoke, Adwe, Jubilex, Zanctis, Nalios. Flesh for the faceless one, harbinger of rebirth. I saw my image in the reflection of the idol held closest to me. I saw that I too now wore the exact likeness of the entity. As it was, I would no more possess any concepts of humanity and any known capacity. What came next would be the defining moments of my eternal existence, as for the first time in the endless age since my inception into the hellish tower, I saw the outside world. It was not the vibrant land I once recollected on the night of the festival, for replacing

the rich soil was the grotesque primordial fleshcape. With an apathetic care I watched as my once-closes companions in life were gracelessly cast out into it, their mangled corpses unraveling and consumed by the flesh earth. It was no sooner that I would once more witness the grisly birth of humans and beasts alike, each wailing with cries of life. The faceless one's words returned to me. What began with blood and flesh shall too end and be reborn in that image. I came to realize in that moment that the scholars and holy texts of old were false.

There is neither salvation nor a damnation to await us, for we had never bore a soul to be judged, nor was there ever a realm beyond mortality. It is with the last fragment of my former mortality that I record this grim testament, the last act of its preservation as I continue in eternal hell, bound in the image of flesh, forever denied relief and death. For I understood, as I do now, how life truly ends. Not in a cataclysmic fire, not in a peaceful rapture, but with screams of torturous rebirth.