{ CHAPTER - 4 } INTO THE HELL
He was going to sleep like there was no tomorrow, or so the plan went.
"Where am I? What exactly is this place? It is extremely hot"
It was right there. The horror he was facing continued. This was the same place he would end up in every one of his dreams, the same cliff from which the dark creature tears him apart, but this time he could see. Unlike before, when he couldn't see anything in the darkness, he could see this time.
As he was trying to calm down, he heard screams, screams of pain, from below the cliff.
! screech! screech!
He peered below the cliff to see where the screams were coming from, and it was then that he realized the entire world was on fire.
The ground beneath the cliff has been burned, and there isn't a single plant to be found; instead, the land beneath has been filled with some kind of red water.
"Is that– blood?" he thought to himself.
! SCREECH!! SCREECH!
The screams from before were still audible, and when he looked up ahead, what he saw took his breath away. His face turned pale as he prepared to vomit, but he managed to keep his cool.
He saw the source of those inhumane screams: many people being burned in a sea of flames.
AAAAAA!!!!!! AAAAA!!!!!! AAAAAAAA!!!!!
AAAAAAA!!!!! AAAAAA!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
When he saw the horrific scene with his own eyes, he lost his breath and, for a brief moment, his sanity.
"KARMA!!~"
In the midst of it all, he heard a familiar voice calling, and he turned to face the cliff's base. He witnessed an army of terrifying creatures calling out to him while attempting to reach him by stacking one on top of the other.
He said to himself, with a tear in his eye, "This is not real! Please, God, tell me this is not true! This has to be a dream! Wake me up, please!"
Something rolled behind him as he was clinging to the last shred of hope by calling this a dream.
He suddenly lost all sense of security as he watched his parents and his heads roll beneath him, their faces covered in scratches and gouges.
In a fit of panic, having given up all hope of ever waking up from this nightmare, he started running while screaming his lungs out.
"AAAAAA!!!! No way, no how! WAKE UP! FUCK!"
He was running in a panic when his foot slipped and he fell over. He was crying and sniffling as he repeatedly repeated to himself, "I'm scared," while breathing heavily.
*sniff*....sniff*
"This is hell, and I want to go home, Mom and Dad. Is this the end for me?"
He was surprised when the voices abruptly stopped while he was lying on the ground with his head down.
He then stood up. "What..." happened?"
From where he had fled, he turned to look back, but there was nothing there—no cliff, screams, monsters, or anything else. All around him was now quiet.
"What the hell is happening right now? That was where I came from, right?"
Although he was lost and unsure of his location, he did notice a path ahead and realized there was nowhere else for him to go. As a result, he stood up and took a deep breath.
! Inhale!! Exhale!
Even amid complete chaos, he dried his tears again, cleared his head, and started to survey his surroundings.
He began on a path that resembled a dungeon; as he progressed, he noticed that the dungeon's walls were covered in paintings, and strange texts were scrawled all over the place.
"These texts are strange; they are undoubtedly not from our world, though they may be from an earlier period that I am unaware of. But strangely enough, I have some understanding of them"
To a certain extent, he was able to read those old texts and comprehend the images.
"I believe these texts are written in an ancient language, and they contain information in that language."
He realized that these texts were all connected and were telling a story when he took the time to read each one as he passed by. This story was about the events depicted in the pictures.
"He..., Will..., Have..., Mercy"; "God..."..., Oh Our....., God"; "God..."..., Oh Our....., God"
"I can only understand this," he murmured to himself.
He could only understand those words, but every painting he saw featured the same subject—the one thing that frequently appears in his dreams.
"He" was the subject of all the writings and paintings. He had been referred to by some as a "God" or a supernatural being. While others depicted him as a demon dragging humans along with him as part of a ritual, emerging from the depths of hell.
Karma asked himself, "What the hell is this?"
The person who was initially panicking was now acting as though he had fully adjusted to the circumstance. Even he was perplexed when he realized how composed he was.
"I guess I've gotten used to it by now because I'm not as scared anymore. I guess I'll leave since there is nothing else for me to see here"
A short distance ahead, he noticed a destroyed entrance with large metal doors lying on the ground, broken. The purpose of these doors was to obstruct access to the room they were intended for, but since they were now on the ground and there was nothing else, he entered the room.
"What is this place? and what are these statues, exactly?"
The space he entered resembled a ceremonial ritual room because it was surrounded by seven enormous statues and had a sacrifice altar in the center.
His eyes grew larger when he noticed the alter, and he yelled out in rage as his voice echoed.
"Wasn't it you? Was everything that happened to me a result of your actions?"You bastard!!!"
His eyes became heavy, and he lost his ability to see. He fell to the ground after losing his equilibrium.
When he eventually opened his eyes, he found himself on the same altar as before. He was not restrained by any chains, but he was still immobile.
"Hup damn it, move!"
He attempted to move, but was unable to do so; he could only speak. And as he turned to look to the side, he noticed the same ghost that had been following him for several nights standing there in front of him.
"Now I understand why I haven't had any nightmares in the past few days; you were busy getting ready for this ritual, right? You bastard, you were going to kill me" He struggled to move his body and said to the shadow figure"
! SCREECH!
The creature shouted in pain and sprinted in his direction. He began to take control of his body by entering into Karma, and as this was occurring, he was unable to do anything but scream in agony.
"AAAAAAA!"
CHAPTER - 4 - TO BE CONTINUED