THE UNHOLY LEGACY
Into the dark abyss,
Where darkness lingers,
Lies the truth,
To the things unknown,
The secrets are dark,
With sacrifice of blood.
Is this the life i chose?
I feel it!
Yes! It lingers within,
The blood stinks of it,
The guilt and the burden,
Of the innocent souls shout.
I feel it, I sense it, i see it.
The demons of the past,
The monsters ask for it,
I am one of them
The blood they ask
The blood they get?
The feeling of this
Should it end?
Who am I, a demon?
I have to get through this
But I am one of them.
BLOOD!
By: ticus
(Events happened around 1600 years ago in the old reynolds mansion)
In the year 423 AD, amidst the rolling hills of ancient Britannia, a sinister secret lurked within the confines of the Reynolds manor. Dave and Catherine, Alex's parents, harbored a gruesome ritual that fueled their boundless longevity: they sacrificed humans for sustenance.
Night after night, under the veil of darkness, they lured unsuspecting travelers into their lair, their cunning traps concealing their true nature. With ruthless efficiency, they silenced their victims, their pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. Their flesh became their nourishment, a macabre feast that prolonged their unnatural existence.
In the tenebrous depths of a secluded forest, where shadows danced with macabre grace, there resided the last demon family—Dave and Catherine. Their ancient mansion, a sinister edifice veiled in an aura of foreboding, stood as a testament to their unholy legacy.
Beneath the moonless sky, they embarked on their nightly ritual. Dave, his form shrouded in darkness, emerged from the mansion, his piercing eyes scanning the surrounding trees. As his gaze settled upon a solitary figure wandering through the undergrowth, a malevolent smile spread across his lips.
With a whisper that chilled the air, he invoked an incantation, beckoning the unsuspecting victim towards him. The unsuspecting soul stumbled, ensnared by an invisible force that propelled him into the darkness. Catherine, her crimson dress flowing effortlessly behind her, awaited her husband's return.
As Dave dragged the helpless human into the mansion's hidden chamber, a pungent stench of decay filled the air. The walls were adorned with grotesque tapestries depicting scenes of torment and sacrifice. In the center of the room, an obsidian altar lay glistening, its surface stained with the blood of countless victims.
With a cruel laugh, Catherine seized the human by the hair and dragged him onto the altar. His screams echoed through the chamber as Dave raised his dagger, its blade shimmering in the dim light. As the first blood spilled, a surge of unholy energy coursed through the demons' bodies.
Their eyes burned with a crimson glow as they feasted upon the victim's flesh. The air crackled with their insatiable hunger, and their laughter reverberated through the hidden chamber. The screams of the human grew weaker with each passing moment until finally, they ceased altogether.
Sated, Dave and Catherine discarded the remains of their victim into the abyss below the altar. The chamber grew still, the stench of decay lingering in the air. As they retreated to their chambers, their hearts filled with a cold satisfaction, knowing that the last embers of their ancient lineage would continue to burn for eternity.
Unbeknownst to Alex, his young mind sheltered from the horrors that unfolded beneath his roof, his parents' dark deeds remained a closely guarded secret. Yet, on this fateful day, as he roamed the dimly lit halls of the mansion, his curiosity got the better of him.
He had always been warned to steer clear of the west wing, its darkness and eerie atmosphere sending shivers down his spine. But today, a strange compulsion drew him towards it. With trembling hands, he pushed open the forbidden door.
A wave of icy horror washed over him as his gaze fell upon the gruesome scene before him. Scattered across the floor were the lifeless bodies of countless humans, their severed heads lying grotesquely atop their mutilated torsos. The air hung heavy with the stench of decay and the deafening silence of unspeakable horrors.
Alex stood frozen in his tracks, his body seized by a mixture of terror and disbelief. His mind raced, trying to comprehend the unimaginable. How could his parents, the people he had always known and loved, be responsible for such unspeakable atrocities?
In that moment, the veil of innocence that had shielded him from the darkness of the world shattered into a million pieces. The true nature of his parents was laid bare before him, a revelation that would forever alter the course of his life.
Amelia and Austine lived in a small cottage near the Reynolds Mansion, a place of both beauty and mystery. The mansion, with its towering spires and ivy-covered walls, loomed over the village like a silent guardian. But between the village and the mansion stood the deep, enchanted forest, a place whispered about in hushed tones. Legends spoke of those who dared to venture into its depths, never to return.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the village, Amelia and Austine sat on the porch of their cottage, enjoying the cool evening breeze.
"Austine, have you ever wondered what lies beyond the forest?" Amelia asked, her eyes fixed on the dark silhouette of the trees in the distance.
Austine sighed, his expression grave. "Amelia, you know we're not supposed to go near the forest. It's dangerous, and besides, who knows what lurks within its depths?"
Amelia waved off his concerns with a laugh. "Oh, come on, Austine. It's just an old superstition. Besides, I've always been curious about what lies beyond those trees."
Austine shook his head, but he could see the determination in Amelia's eyes. He knew there was no stopping her once she had set her mind to something.
Days passed, and the allure of the enchanted forest continued to beckon to Amelia like a siren's song. Despite Austine's warnings, she couldn't resist the call of adventure.
One afternoon, when the sun hung high in the sky, Amelia made up her mind. With a sense of excitement coursing through her veins, she set off towards the edge of the forest, leaving Austine behind with a heavy heart.
"Amelia, wait!" Austine called after her, his voice filled with worry. "Please, don't go in there. It's too dangerous!"
But Amelia was already disappearing into the shadowy depths of the forest, her footsteps echoing faintly in the distance.
Alone in the forest, Amelia felt a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs made her heart race, but she pressed on, driven by her insatiable curiosity.
Unbeknownst to her, lurking in the shadows of the forest, Dave and Catherine watched her every move with hungry eyes. For centuries, they had roamed the forest, their hunger for human flesh insatiable.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the forest floor, Dave and Catherine saw their opportunity. With a silent nod to each other, they slinked through the trees, their eyes fixed on their unsuspecting prey.
Meanwhile, back in the village, Austine couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over him since Amelia had left. With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he set off towards the forest, determined to find her and bring her back to safety.
"Amelia, where are you?" Austine called out into the darkness, his voice echoing through the silent forest.
But there was no reply, only the eerie silence of the forest closing in around him.
As he pressed on, following Amelia's trail deeper into the forest, Austine stumbled upon a trail of blood leading further into the darkness. With a sinking feeling in his heart, he realized that he was running out of time.
Ignoring the voice of reason that screamed at him to turn back, Austine pushed forward, his senses on high alert as he prepared to face whatever horrors awaited him.
Suddenly, he heard a faint cry in the distance, a cry that sent shivers down his spine. With renewed determination, he quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest.
The trail of blood seemed to mislead him as he reached a dead end. Here he was at the edge of a cliff, "perhaps Amelia fell," he soliloquized. He took a deep breath then shouted, "Amelia, my love, I'm coming for you!" and jumped unbeknownst to him of what truth awaited him.
AUTHORS NOTE
I really feel bad for Austine, He is at the blink of losing someone he loves deeply. He has no idea of the shady things the two demons will do to her. what will he find after jumping of the cliff?