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Hell's Gate: Awakening - Book One

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by C. A. Greyson




  Hell’s Gate

  Awakening

  C.A. Greyson

  Copyright © 2017 C.A. Greyson

  Dusk Publishing

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN 10: 1546794549

  ISBN-13: 978-1546794547

  www.cagreyson.com

  “My Goddess The Moon Can be as Bright as The Sun,

  But She is Only a Reflection.”

  CONTENTS

  1

  Dark Beginnings

  5

  2

  Anata, Dare?

  25

  3

  Intruder

  39

  4

  Lain

  54

  5

  Beneath The Surface

  66

  6

  Thirteen

  79

  7

  The Gremlin Hole

  86

  8

  Veins of Fire

  104

  9

  John

  114

  10

  11

  12

  13

  14

  15

  16

  17

  18

  19

  20

  Life Lessons

  The Tale of Orihime

  Mitsuko

  Anna

  The Curse Renewed

  Coming Home

  The Great Divide

  The Girl That Lived

  Ise Jingū

  The Gates of Hell

  A Father and His Daughter

  118

  128

  138

  144

  154

  161

  167

  174

  186

  193

  208

  Dark Beginnings

  Her eyes flew open, the magnitude of the dream still lingering in her vision. The swirls of darkness lulled above her bed, the last of it lazily rising from her still form. Celeste pressed her eyes closed, willing it away. Please just leave, she pleaded silently, you aren’t real─ you can’t be real. She opened her eyes and focused her vision. The last of the fluid seeped into the ceiling, leaving behind a discolored smudge on the surface. A rustling sounded and she turned her gaze to John. His hair stood out in stark contrast against the sheet─ a sea of black on a golden beach. Celeste had always wanted to feel connected with others, especially with John. But now, she wasn’t so sure. If she were being completely honest, it terrified her.

  John sighed softly, and then turned on his side. She stared at the chiseled lines along his back. He was a firm believer in physical and mental health and worked hard to keep himself in shape. Her eyes lingered on the pale flesh, frowning at the twin scars between John’s shoulder blades. They were jagged, ugly lines that ran vertically on either side and were maybe three inches in length. Some time ago, she had reached out and touched the uneven flesh, unable to hide her astonishment. When he quickly moved to cover himself, she realized that it had been a mistake for her to do it. Since then, she mostly kept her curiosity to herself─ but now that they were out in the open, she couldn’t help but stare.

  She remembered it like it was yesterday, the first time his lips had graced hers. It had been a particularly cold winter this past December. They had spent the weekend in her Father’s cabin along the slopes in Aspen. It was John’s first time to travel anywhere─ let alone see real snow. She remembered his infectious grin as he stared up to the sky. He had lived in Texas his whole life, meaning the closest thing he’d seen to real snow were a few flurries and black ice.

  Celeste would never forget how John’s face glowed as they sat by the fire. He was reading his favorite bits of poetry from random online authors as he cradled her in his lap. This had been where he found much of his inspiration for his work─ poets that wrote anonymously. He had a real fascination with people not claiming their own work, or working in secret. She never knew where he found them, but they were full of insight, and sorrow─ many speaking of an alternate universe or hidden worlds.

  His sculptures were profoundly beautiful. Among his regular clients, he was considered a modern Bernini─ specifically known for his exquisite attention to detail. Most of his works were portraits of mythological creatures and people. John’s ability to capture other’s lives has been so inspiring it often brought her to tears. It looked as though the stone could simply walk away. Every detail was hand-molded, even down to the flaws. His stone fabric flowed as if it was a real garment.

  His sculptures were beautiful, but his paintings were even more stunning. He captured the very essence of his subjects─ the words of each anonymous poet depicted as a scene or person. The color palette was so vivid that you would swear it was not possible for them to exist. The amount of life he placed into them was otherworldly─ just like him.

  Celeste’s attention returned to the present as her gaze fell to the addition on her left hand. Surrounding her finger was a silver band with a princess-cut solitaire. A blood red stone sprouted from the center. It was made from garnet, her birthstone. She had never found diamonds appealing, the lack of color reminded her of death. Her eyes shifted to the Baroque paintings and décor in the room. Father spoiled her too much. He knew it was her favorite period in art and made it a point to collect things for her over the years. Each piece of furniture that surrounded her was dainty and hand-carved from dark mahogany wood. She adored the crushed red velvet that lined the chaise that was next to the fire. It was her absolute favorite. Every night she would curl up with her blanket and book in hand. Celeste knew it was old-fashioned. Most of her friends had some type of reader or listened to Audiobooks. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something magical about holding a book next to the fire. It brought back memories from her childhood. Mama had read to her every night. She would get an eReader eventually, but for now she was content with paperbacks.

  Celeste looked over and smiled at the crimson drapes along the windows. It was her first real purchase, one of the few things she could be proud of. She had to defend them constantly against her friends. They said it made the room look like something out of a Dracula novel. She stuck her tongue out at them mentally. Let them think what they wanted─ she preferred it that way.

  Shadows drifted along her marble sculptures, encasing the young mother and child holding hands. It was as if it welcomed them to the shadow realm. She relaxed, thinking that maybe this time the dream left her with nothing to fear. The dreams were coming more frequently now, each more menacing than the last. Her head tipped up to the ceiling again and she stared uneasily at the smear and frowned. It was still there. Were they just dreams? Maybe there were warnings of things to come. Things had been going extremely well lately. Too well.

  She jumped at the loud tapping sound on the side of her window. She tensed, straining her ears to see if she could hear anything else. When the sound happened again, she released the breath she had been holding in. It was the Japanese maple her father had planted some years ago. She closed her eyes, listening as it brushed lazily across the house─ slow and rhythmic.

  The tree had been a present sent from her family’s old home in Tokyo. Celeste had always been fond of them, so for her twentieth birthday, her father had surprised her with one for her housewarming party. Shaking her head, she grinned at the stubbornness of the old man. No matter how many times she refused his gifts, it only strengthened his resolve to do more.

  A crackling came from the foot of the bed and she jerked toward the sound. She half chuckled, half sighed in frustration, feeling foolish. It’s just the fire place, Jesus get a grip, she scolded mentally. It was one of the major selli
ng points for Celeste. Even though she lived in Texas, and winter lasted all of two or three months, she used it every year. The fire place acted as a divider, separating the small library from the bedroom. It was designed to provide a reading nook on one side, but kept the space open enough that she could see outside through the bay window.

  Unable to sleep, Celeste stretched and pushed back the covers. With cat-like grace she eased off of the bed, careful to not wake John. Grabbing her robe from the chaise she quickly glanced back at John before slipping from the room. Out cold, she mused.

  Celeste emerged from the long hall, her attention shifting to the left. The robe unclasped as she came to a halt, revealing a petite frame beneath the billowing gown. Just to the left of the French doors sat her mother's piano─ an oasis of red against the desert-colored walls. The keys were worn, but she could never replace it. Celeste knew it was silly, but somehow the thought of restoring it would feel as if the last of her mother would disappear. Her hand trailed the length of the case, and then slowly pulled it back─ revealing the ivory keys. She sat and placed her slender fingers on the cool surface. A millisecond passed, and she began. The chords started shaky and uneven as her mind struggled to remember the notes. Finally, it smoothed itself out and she eased herself into the composition. Celeste swayed back and forth lost in the melody. There was something familiar about it. She couldn’t remember when, or how she had learned to play it─ and yet, the song now flowed easily from her fingertips. She strummed the last chord, blinking back the wetness that had gathered at the corners of her eyes. The air was heavy with silence. It left her longing for the past. Why did you have to die? Celeste wondered. Her mother’s smile flashed through her mind. She was always so kind. When Mama entered a room, everyone would light up in her presence. You were always so warm, she thought.

  Celeste rose from the bench and glided from the piano to the patio doors. The Moon’s light drew her in and she pressed herself into the glass, longing to feel the night on her skin. She clutched at the doors and thrust them open. The Moon sensed her, emitting a soft hum as it pulsed─ her own life force felt as if it was joining with it. She stared openly, captivated by its beauty. She didn’t want to, but finally tore her eyes from the glowing goddess. She crossed the threshold into the cool night air. The wood felt soft and warm beneath her feet, it was similar to the feeling of packed dirt. She walked five feet to her favorite spot on the patio and eased herself down.

  Celeste stretched out her arms and leaned back on the wooden swing, her legs dangling. Her skin shone like porcelain in the moonlight, further emphasizing her doll-like figure. She stared down from the patio ledge─ the wind gently combing through her long, obsidian hair. She swept a strand from her eyes, troubled by the thoughts that traveled through her mind. She looked down to the untouched gardens─ at the plant life swaying to the Earth’s sigh. It had been years since Celeste felt so normal─ so nice. John was the best thing that had happened to her this past year.

  But it was all bittersweet. It was surfacing again, and she knew it. The curse. It was naïve to think that somehow it had vanished and that maybe, John had something to do with it. She cringed as thoughts began snaking through her mind. They undulated and curled, twisting around her head. She gasped, as it bit down, pumping the venomous thoughts throughout her brain. No more, she silently begged. Please. She moaned, clutching her head. John, please, no. The thought echoed through her mind over and over until it lost its meaning. She hugged her knees to her chest as the tears flowed. Images of people lost to her flashed within seconds of one another, their faces full of contempt. You did this to us, they seemed to say. Smiles leered from the dark cracks and crevices. They were calling to her, a mix of jeers, and begging. She couldn't make out a single thing that was being said, it was all a jumbled mess.

  Then suddenly there loomed a sea of faceless demons behind them. The silence was heavy in the air as they drifted closer. They lashed out─ their grip ice cold against her flesh. She panicked as they drew their frigid limbs across her frame. Her mind screamed in agony as each entity burned through, trying to be heard. It was so cold that it burned. She prayed that it would stop, and for a second, it did─ but then something far worse pushed its way through. She stared at the face of pure evil─ at death. She was face to face with what the others had seen seconds before it had stolen her friends and family's lives. Celeste was looking into the eyes of hell. It was soulless─ a deep, black pit. The tunnel stretched, and stretched into nothingness. She wasn't sure how it was possible, but it was there inches from her face. The black death. It was that same smudge, that tar that had oozed from her ceiling. The darkness released her finally as the remaining images roared across her mind like sirens to the damned. Unable to stand it, her eyes shot up to the pure, heavenly body as she pleaded to the sky.

  "Kami-Sama, please.” Celeste drew herself up on the railing and looked down. She spoke again, this time with feeling “Please, let this end.” She clasped her hands together, her eyes glued to the massive glowing orb. The goddess flickered, and then grew brighter. It had acknowledged her plea, she felt it. She pressed her eyes together and filled her lungs with the wintry air─ It was crisp, and clear. All at once, the idea came to her and she knew what had to be done. A breath, then a blink, and she threw herself from the edge. Like an angel her white gown flowed behind her, the illusion of wings on her dark form. For a few precious seconds, she felt the cleansing glow from the Moon’s light. How she longed to be bathed in Its purity. It wrapped her in Its loving embrace, cradling her delicate figure. Child, my child, It seemed to say. The sounds of the passing cars filtered through, their drivers’ unaware of the fast descending girl meeting her end. She felt the wind, and peered out at the sprinkle of lights. Each twinkling, pale yellow glow held families. Families that lay dreaming, and warm in their beds. Celeste smiled. It was the right thing to do. The last of her thoughts were swept into the wind as the deafening blow reverberated down the street.

  * * *

  The loud thud woke Celeste from her dream. She had been screaming, her throat felt extremely dry. Shaken, she looked around and realized that she had fallen out of bed. A dream, she thought touching her hand to her face. She got up and sighed, apologizing to John about the scream. She paused and frowned at the empty space on the bed. He hadn’t come over tonight. Then Celeste remembered John had mentioned a meeting early in the morning with a client. He had probably stayed at his place Downtown. She picked up her phone to check, and then placed it back on the stand─ Of course not, she thought. It had been a week since she last heard from him. She was beginning to wonder if they were still dating. Her mind switched to the dream. What did it mean? She wondered.

  Celeste glanced down at her barren hand. Why had she dreamed that John had given her a ring? He had asked questions about how she felt about marriage, sure, but he had not asked yet. Maybe one day, she thought wistfully. Or you’re just fooling yourself, she added. John had been spending long hours away from her lately. It wasn’t as if marriage defined her, or she would simply fall over and die from not being married. She simply─ wanted to. It was beyond the whole tax thing, or paperwork. It was something she had dreamed about since she was a girl. It was a dumb, old-fashioned sentiment─ but it was hers. Things had just felt right with John. Or her ovaries were wreaking havoc on her decision making. Stupid hormones. She had the University to keep her busy, and her piano students, but it wasn't enough to fill the emptiness she had been feeling. John was still warm and loving with the time they had spent together, he just wasn't always there mentally. She was being silly. They were, after all, both happy. Wasn't that all that mattered? Maybe she was being too quick to judge, John had been working hard lately. And daddy hadn't been much help, telling John to 'get a life and a real job.' Sometimes her father could be a huge traditionalist and it bugged the crap out of her.

  Celeste crossed the room and walked out to the kitchen. Her throat felt like needles had been jammed into it. Her hands s
hook as she grabbed for the edge of the counter. I’ve never had a dream like that before, she thought. Celeste snatched orange juice from the refrigerator, gulping it down. She was wiping her mouth when a series of booms erupted at the front door. She relaxed, realizing that it was knocking. Then she scrunched her face in confusion, looking at the time. Who could be here at this hour? She wondered. It was four a.m.

  She left the kitchen and slowly walked down the stairs to the front entrance. Standing on her tiptoes Celeste peeked through the peep hole. It took her a minute to focus as she flipped the outside light on. Sighing, she unlocked the door. It was her neighbor Sally. Probably heard me screaming my lungs out, she guessed as she pulled it open. Standing before Celeste was a very unhappy Sally − arms crossed, and a scowl in place.

  "Celeste, what on God's-green-earth is going on over here? It's four o'clock in the morning and I have to take the boys to school in a couple of hours.” Celeste opened her mouth to respond but did not get a word out before Sally talked over her, “Not to mention, oh, I don't know─ you scared the bejesus outta all of us." It took all of Celeste's strength not to giggle at her neighbor. She pronounced 'bejesus' with a southern drawl. She started, realizing that it wasn’t just Sally standing outside.

  Celeste leaned out and glanced at several of the neighbor’s worried faces. She waved nervously and apologized. “Sorry, everyone, I had a horrific dream.” They didn’t budge. One of her neighbors stepped forward and spoke. He had an air of confidence in his speech, someone that took to authority well, “Ma’am, I don’t mean to get in your business, but─” he shifted from his left leg to his right, glancing up the stairs. “That was some yell─ it woke up half the neighborhood.” His eyes rested on hers and he softened his tone, “Only reason I didn’t call it in is because I wanted to make sure before I went bothering anyone at the station.” That’s right, now she remembered─ her neighbor was a police officer. She frowned, trying to remember his name. Was it Geoffrey? No that didn’t seem right, George maybe? They all stared at her quietly and she realized they might be taking it for something else. She quickly shook her head, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten any of you. It was honestly just a bad dream.” The man nodded, appearing relieved and walked over to his wife. She waved again, her face feeling like the surface of the sun.

 

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