Forgiveness
Piotr clawed at the wooden outlining of a gap in the tower-like structure. All that was left was a thin line of brightness, though burning with the passion of a thousand suns, in the depths of the horizont, covering the part of the forest that stretched all the way to the manor in beautiful orange tones. As the colour palette got more diverse, so did Piotr's heartbeat as he made his way further up. The stairs creeking with every step didn't help to ease his worries. He'd only been there a couple of times, more than enough for one man in his lifetime, and yet he found himself in that very same tower, destroying hundreds of cobwebs and coughing up more dust than ever, once more.
His hasty pace abruptly stopped once the man reached the iron door of everyone's nightmares, and his companion ended up on the ground. The sound of waves smashing against enormous cliffs penetrated the door and bore deep into Piotr's psyche.
He mustered up all his strength and pulled the cloth that acted as a curtain away from the window and fitted Charlotte's remains in it, attempting to hold it in a way so that none is visible to him, though his heart still couldn't rest even one bit as he watched blood and other bodily fluids quickly soak the white fabric, worsening his ache, thought it couldn't compare to what awaited behind the contraption that people refered to as the door to Hade's bedroom.
He pulled all the levers in sight and undid the mechanism which acted as protection. Moments later the door abruptly shifted, horrendous screeches pierced the ears of anyone present nearby and the sweet, acidic stench of rotting meat, sperm and shit reached Piotr's nostrils, forcing the man to create a makeshift mask from his shirt, which quickly got soaked in tears and dirtied by bloody screams coming from inside.
He threw the makeshift cloth bag over his shoulder and hesitantly strided forward. The shrieks came in harmony, creating the most devilish of tunes, and seemed neverending, coming from every nook and cranny of the place. One could make out threats or sentences uttered in unison that managed to penetrate skin like nothing else, yet leaves man wanting for more, loving the wicked embrace of horrors, no matter how repulsive, it made one feel strangely at home and a part of the entirety. Man's no better than a pig and Piotr nearly fell to his knees and joined the painful plea for flesh to devour, to soothe his aching heart by filling the emptiness inside his stomach.
The man could no longer keep his eyes down to the ground, which, the farther he went, the thicker the layer of flesh and bones on it became. He joined the harmonics and his eyes jolted up as multiple arms strangled his already exhausted body, covering every square centimetre, and pulling him in. Bodies and body parts mangled together turned into shapes and twisted in ecstasy, pure flesh rubbing against flesh until it became one, bones breaking apart and separating the forms. The bigger pieces of Charlotte's body fell into the mess and got absorbed into a gray, decaying flesh wall, covered in breasts and hair, dripping with thick black oils that came out of various swollen holes in the formation, which soon twisted into a shape that resembled rope and set itself on the ceiling like a snake. Flesh cobwebs ripped acruss the ceiling and black fluids rained down upon Piotr.
Suddenly a part of the landscape screeched in Charlotte's voice, repeating hundreeds of times, and her long repressed screams of agony came, her dissected heart appearing in the shape of the orgy-like view in a nearby corner of the room. Piotr ran to it and smashed into a supposed artery as quickly as he could, which took him inside with generosity. He choked on the black liquid and quickly began thrashing around. One couldn't tell where was the ceiling or the floor, everything joined into one singularity and existed simultaneously in every direction. In that moment he saw Charlotte's eyes looking back at him and completed the final embrace, choking on his love's pain.