by Kaero Davis
“Do people know?”
“No – And that’s why we’re gonna tell ’em,”
“You want to warn ’em”
“Yeah sure, the more fear and panic the better – I’ll just get there all the more sooner and be modifying arrangements earlier,”
“It’s going to be chaos…”
“Yes, but you have nothing to worry about – you work directly for me – no one’s going to touch you.”
“Are you sure? I’d definitely be a target!”
“Well do what Christ did and die a martyr – something important, I don’t know,”
“I don’t want to fucking die!”
“EH! Not so fucking soon! Imbecile – I need you to interpret my word – don’t I fucking deserve to have my tale told? Don’t I fucking deserve followers to love me? You know what? – I fucking stood my ground for something back in the day then, get me fucking teeth kicked in for it and disgraced – dishonoured! But I know you know what that’s like – I don’t have to tell you, empathise man – that is our deal. You work for me!”
And with that he vanished back through the flames and the fire died off.
Enter Scenario
“You think you know me – well, I’ve got news for you sheeple, I’m nothing like what the bible and Hollywood have shown. I am your worst fears, your most insidious nightmares. And I’m always in constant watch over you all – smiling. A lot more of you will be slaves to me and my father than you thought, filthy scum, hypocrites. Gone will be the days the church makes money off of our cause – a lot of them will burn – HA! I’ll pick my teeth with your preachers and priests. Hell is coming a thousand-fold and not any of you spineless jellyfish can do anything about it, as a matter of fact I care to divulge just a slice of the pie – here comes, be ready;”
All That I Can Do To You..
I’ve got all the adrenalin in the world,
And a lot of loathing to spare,
I just lust for all your blood,
I could just take without a care,
You just stand there,
You just stare,
Sleep little sheep,
I’ll feed off your nightmares,
I’ll invade the corridors of your mind,
Eat your happiness you will find,
I’ll run like poison through your veins,
You won’t dare to even whisper my name,
There’ll be a tiny little piece of me,
In each of every one of you,
I’ll destroy everything dear to your life,
There won’t be a single thing you’ll commit to,
Not even your family,
Will keep you from suicide,
’Cause I’ll make you filled with lies,
You’ll lose love and gain despise,
Your eternal will be purgatory,
And like a drug you will need me,
You won’t know what hit you,
You’ll far from come to despise me,
Of all the things I’d do unto you,
You’ll find in the afterlife,
I am the Devils’ second pride,
You may call me the anti-christ,
Exit Scenario
“Just one tiny brush with me is enough to drive you insane and you’ll be fooled to think otherwise. Cross my path and you’ll get to know the full extent of my wicked power. And you won’t succeed me – I’ll be the very last thing you’ll ever see. You can be the best little boys and girls out there and suffer for it – or you can allow me in, in which case the suffering won’t be so extreme – hell, I might even take it easy on you – but maybe not. Join my cause and you may live to see the succession of a rising new empire – the greatest the world has ever seen for millennia. Surrender to me and I might just be merciful, and when the big man downstairs comes, I might even throw in a new good word. So, what do you say? Care to gamble?”
Enter Scenario
“Of all the spells and incantations, I’d cast, never once was I contacted by the spirits I’d reached out to. Was I doing something wrong? Was I missing something? I went in search for some answers and stumbled across a website online that spoke of groups that got together and initiated in occultic rituals.
I sent an email in to one of these groups to enquire about these ceremonies that were only vaguely mentioned of. Somebody not long after replied with an invitation they were extending out to anyone who were willing to participate in an upcoming event they were planning.
It said any new arrivals were openly and warmly welcomed. I thanked them in my reply and said I will come with and join in on the activities, and they supplied details and I was soon making arrangements to travel out to where they’d set their meeting.
There were more people than I had anticipated at the gathering. All of them were bright and cheery and all returned the same kindness as I went around and introduced myself.
The leader of the group meeting spoke of a ritual of a kind of blood sacrifice that was required of all of the new arrivals to be inducted into the group in order for them to participate.
“This, is the blade of truth,” the leader called over the top of each of us and brandished out a dagger from an inner pocket of his dress-robes. “Now, in this ceremony, the blade of truth will be the one to determine who will or will not be capable of joining us…”
“How will it do that?” someone had curiously called out from somewhere to the right of me. “Well, it’s really simple, all we do is pierce through your wrist as far as the length of the blade can go, and if you don’t bleed you may join us but if you do, I’m afraid you cannot…”
“What kind of a bullshit test is that? Everyone bleeds if you cut them!” shouted out another from somewhere over to me left. “Not with the dagger of truth’s blade you won’t, not if you’re meant to join us, but should you be incapable of not bleeding then you’ll be seen to by our on-hand paramedics quickly and effectively enough that nothing too severe will happen, and then we’ll have to deny you permission of entry.
“That sounds dangerous!” somebody else cried from back over to my right. “I assure you, it’s all completely and perfectly safe.” The leader of the group spoke out again, over the top of a crowd beginning to murmur. “I’ll go first!” I called out raising my hand and stepping forward to catch the leader’s attention.
They had me hooked, I wanted to give it a go. “Fantastic, wonderful, step this way sir,” the leader said more cheerily and motioned me to follow him over to where three more of his group stood dressed as he was and stood by an altar.
As I joined them the crowd followed to watch more closely; the man behind the altar started chanting something in a foreign language I couldn’t understand, the second of them carried a black hand-towel with silver embroidered writing over his arm – his hands together holding out a wooden bowl, and the third of the men was handed the dagger of truth from the group leader – the leader, standing back after handing it to him.
The third of the men with the dagger motioned for me to stand with my wrist extended out over the bowl, the inner of my wrist facing upward. Within the time the first man spoke the first three verses of his chant, the third man pushed the blade of truth down through my wrist and on an angle as deep as he could fit the blade pushing it toward my elbow.
It felt weird, it wasn’t even painful, just felt funny, AND I didn’t even bleed! “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” was all I could say. “Fantastic, excellent!” the leader said; “See, just as I was saying,” he smiled.
The man, still holding the dagger up my arm, pulled it slowly all the way out and I couldn’t believe it…I didn’t bleed one single drop of blood at all.
I turned to face the leader with a look of disbelief and held out my wrist for everyone to see. I felt great! But then suddenly, as the first man finished enchanting his ritual i
n his unrecognisable language, I couldn’t help but let out a yelp at a fierce pain that surged through my arm, in the very spot the dagger had been.
And all I could feel was an excruciating pain – blood was spraying out from my wrist as fast as a high-pressure hose turned up high. “Help!” was all I could say as I fell to the ground considerately weaker within moments.
Everything was turning to black and I was weakened even further that I could make no further sound. I fainted, or rather… I think I had died.” – Solt.
Blood Pact For Bloodshed
Tumbling down the rabbit hole,
Because we snapped and lost control,
Maybe that we sold our soul,
To feel again that we were whole,
Going now before hell’s gate,
All I hope is we’re not late,
Down to the throne our god situates,
Descending down to fulfil fate,
And there he is, a feast for the eyes,
The wickedest oppressor, the father of lies,
I’d swindle him a deal, ever so sweet,
A way to deliver him fresh new meat,
He said son, you’re surely slick and suave,
But you don’t fool me with your false façade,
So I thought long and I thought hard,
And declared the insatiable hate in my heart,
He said I see your hunger, and you seem to need to feed,
I may let you live again lest you do my deed,
Go back up there and spread my seed,
I want more souls to bleed, so fill their hearts with greed,
Incite your vows and blood pact with me now,
That you’ll forever prowl and befoul,
Go back proud and disembowel,
Contract bound, signed and sound,
Leave, and fulfil my desires,
Amplify and feed my fires,
Go now and hesitate not,
Lest your soul will eternally rot,
Exit Scenario
I came to and saw a lot of horrified people all huddled around me. “What happened?” I asked them groggily. “Shit, we thought we lost you for a moment,” the leader said softly.
“You definitely had no pulse, must’ve been about three minutes,” said a woman leant over me wearing a paramedics’ uniform, and I caught a glimpse of an ambulance just a few metres away.
“That’s never happened before!” called a girl from my left. “NO, that most certainly hasn’t ever happened before,” the leader replied. “Why? Why would that happen? What would it mean?” I asked.
“Well, not one person here could answer you that mate. That was the first anyone here has EVER seen of anything like that. In fact, when we disband, I’m going to go and consult with one of our highest ranked seers, and once I can find out the reason for why, we shall all regroup and I will explain,” said the man that had earlier chanted the ritual in the foreign language.
“Well folks, I think we should call it for now for the day, and we shall all resume as soon as we have word to gather. I’ll let you all know ahead of time, once we’ve communicated through to the other flanks and groups I’ll send out another memo to convene. Please keep safe and we’ll all notify you as soon as we can, thank you.”
And with that, everyone began to disembark chatting excitedly over the strange occurrence to ever have happened. So, I died? I thought to myself, I wonder if I should have told them all where I went and what I had seen. No one asked me at all.
Not one person was curious to know, but I figured I might fill them in anyway, the next time we regroup for another meeting. In the meantime, I guess I’ll just research into it further. And then I left.
Enter Scenario
“It’s hilarious to see the expressions on people’s faces when you know they normally attempt to have it over someone but suddenly ‘bitch-up’ when they’re in the presence of someone who could beat them senseless. People who might generally victimize someone smaller and weaker in ways. I enjoy turning the tables and in some cases – overturning the tables. Scaring the absolute fuck out of people who would pick at someone of greater disadvantages than themselves. Fuck, I stand up for the little man – because God knows I have been that little man before. I was, but then I got big – and I don’t mind throwing my weight around – smashing against those who abuse others and crush them emotionally, mentally or physically. I love seeing tears roll down the faces of those normally causing another to tears. I know what it feels like to be the bitch – but not anymore – I bully the bullies, make ’em the bitch, strip them of their pride – take them down a peg – or just take ’em out.” – Bula-Vel.
Bully To Bitch
Well…here’s another tough guy over the phone,
Yet he’s quite the host when you visit his home,
Another two-faced fucker with no back-bone,
You just wait ’til we’re alone…
I’ve got a lesson you’ll never forget,
A reason to make you wet the bed,
You already know I’m something to dread,
So you had better watch your step,
It wouldn’t bother me if you’d once reigned supreme,
I’d still boot you where it’s tender between,
Split your nuts and make them bleed,
Howling a bellowing terrifying scream,
I manoeuvre swift to scratch an itch
And you flinch at my slightest twitch,
I laugh so hard I get a stitch
The bully you were becomes a bitch,
,
Angered, you move to swipe,
Resulting in a beating – an almighty smite,
And I rip chunks free when I bite,
Smashing, collapsing all your pride,
Don’t think I won’t take it out on you,
For all of these things I’ve heard you do,
Misery and such you’ve put countless through,
Memories aren’t just cast askew,
You’ve got a lot to answer for –
And I’d just love to settle the score…
Exit Scenario
“If you think you’re going to stand over – prepare to stand off because you’re not getting it easy. I’ll pound you into a pikelette – a fucking pancake. There are other ways of showing off how tough you think your character is – or how tough you think you might be, and to get the shits and fire up slinging punches doesn’t show much of a toughness at all – shows your sensitive enough to let shit get the better of you. So, Mr. Sensitive, what’s it going to be? You gonna walk away or are you gonna swing ya little balled up fist there? I’m ready – let’s mambo…” – Bula-Vel.
Enter Scenario
Now, this is no place I’m meant to be! I’ve just killed a man – the fourth now in a series I am compelled to commit. I have no idea who these people are; I don’t know how it’s possible that I speak to them their last rights and then the reasons why they are going to die this day – as if someone is speaking through me.
These words are never my own but the muscles in my mouth, my throat, and my lungs all feel puppetted and manipulated to say such things. And then, I am forced to dispose of these victims in the most despicable ways.
It’s strange. Even as I myself killed folk in my time – it was ruthless but now, I despise it – and especially so that it’s not under my condition and I have no choice but to enact these activities. Gruesome as they are.
Searing pain is inflicted upon me whenever I resist this new evils’ clutches. These ventriloquist’s aren’t even as inventive as I was in my day. But hey, I did my time, I was caught and detained and served forty years before they’d decided it was death-row for me.
And I paid for my crimes of homicide with my life. Even through those last forty years of my life befor
e they deemed me a dead man walking – I’d repent for my actions and began to hate myself for ever having turned to crime.
But it was too little – too late. It was far too late for me to change the errors of my ways so I’d decided to prepare for and accept my fate. I had no choice but I did willing so, so that they would all see that I’d meant my apology.
And so it was that I were finally electrocuted, but I had long promised to have given it up for good. And up until now I kept that promise – only just now, this is all against my will. I must get to the bottom of this but how? How will I ever break free of this hellish restraint? Whoever it is, is going to pay.
Captive Bidding
My body is past dust,
Still I remain here stuck,
Within a realm I can’t pass,
Until a spell is cast,
Someone, something is keeping me,
To do their bidding, a reaping spree,
I am not appeased, I’m not free,
And I would never have agreed,
Against the laws of nature, acts beyond malicious,
My spirit-self captured, for reasons suspicious,
I am forced against my will,
To stage terribly heinous kills,
A poltergeist induced blood spill,
Entertainment for my captors’ thrills,