Infernal Intro
INTRODUCTION ---PLEASE READ---
*Note: This story is a work of non-fiction; it really happened.
I considered seeing a preacher about this event when it occurred. The fact is, I'm
only telling you what I saw and nothing more. For the people who don't believe me, I'm
very glad. They'll never know what haunting will happen. DO NOT CONTINUE TO READ unless you want proof that Devils really exist.
I don't care about other people's opinions and I don't want
this "story" rated, except to rank the quality of my script.
---After giving hours of thought about the existence of infernal beings I've
decided to make my own interpretations about them. I already saw their
visual traits, which gave me insight into their evolutions and adaptations.
However, their ethnics and habits are lead only to my theories. Take from
these stories what you will, but remember the LATER chapters are only based
on my opinion and therefore count as fiction.
Without further warning, I share with you the event that transpired all of
the above.
INFERNAL INTRO
I was very ill. My body was engulfed in a terrible disease. I begged for
death. It felt like I was on fire. My body was constantly shivering.
You see, I overwork at my job. My body is like another being that tells me
indirectly what to do. Today, it begged me to slow down and stop running.
I didn't.
When I got home from work, I collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion.
Normally, it's like the feeling you get when you come home after going for
a vigorous swim at the pool. This time, I felt an infection. I was
getting a fever. There was only a certain amount of time before my body was
overtaken. While going to the kitchen-sink to drink as much water as
possible, it started to feel really cold.
Suddenly, while drinking the last glass I could handle, it became cold like
ice water. It was getting darker. My feet were starting to get numb from
the freezing floor. That was when I looked down at my barefeet in the
snow. This sight was very frightening. The glass "disappeared" from my
hand.
It was dark everywhere around me and a wind was blowing. There was
nothing but a flat-frozen wasteland in every direction. The sky was
starless and black.
I knew the only thing I could do was run. I was moving full speed, hoping
to see the plane change ahead of me. Nothing. It was getting harder to
move. I forced myself to move as fast as possible. As a definition of fear, my body wasn't even going as fast as a lame person could walk. That was when I became aware of my frozen feet.
I looked down and saw my ankles. Lifting one foot up, I almost vomited
when I saw the color. It was burned black from being in the snow for too
long. I fell forward and tried to warm my feet with my hands while rolling
onto my back.
Once the circulation started to flow in them again, I felt a molten and
searing pain. I screamed and put them back into the snow to freeze them
again and stop the blood. I cried. It was over.
I tried to crawl away by using my hands and knees to swim through
the terrible snow. Everything was freezing. I begged for death to take
me. I remember my tears turning to ice. The wind blowing the snow-dust
into my face and eyes. They were stinging like needles.
Then, my body felt lighter. There was a grip on my shoulder that I'll
never forget. There was someone there. It clawed my side when it turned
me over. It felt like a handful of my chest and bicep was torn from my
body. When I looked up, there was a dark silhouette. It was darker than
the black sky itself. I couldn't begin to tell what it was, let alone care
about this whole situation. I was going to die; nothing else.
I had no mouth to scream with when it opened it's eyes. They were black
moons with fiery rims, like a pair of solar eclipses. The eyes were deep into
it's head, while their light had shown the color of it's face;
a lava red on black. I could count hundreds of ridges flowing from the
eyes, until they gathered to the face and formed dark, polished spikes that
flowed overall the same; that dark molten red. At first, I couldn't tell
how far away it's head was from me to judge the size of it, until
I felt it exhale. It was like an ice-wind flowing over my body. This
infernal had a head about the size of my frame. The overall size of this monster was like a
mammoth, but I couldn't judge it's weight. I couldn't even feel it
touching the ground near me.
It began to drift away. A neck carried the head with dark razors
along the ridge; very similarly shaped like a horse with ridges instead of
a mane and a shorter face-length. I also noticed it walked over the snow on
four incredible limbs, the front ones were reverse-jointed with five
massive talons. The rears ones were more long and powerful. Although I couldn't
directly see the hind feet, I knew they were definitely not talons.
I guessed those hind-feet were more like a set of hooves.
I feared the idea of what this being was. It was bringing it's head down to pickup
something on the ground about 10 feet away from me. The mouth
was caged with carnivorous teeth, very similarly shaped like the spikes on it's face. It
was hard to tell the difference, but I could tell the lower jaw was holding
something. The maw opened and dropped the most frightening thing I've ever seen in
my life. I was missing my own legs. There they were, leaving impressions in the snow
next to my face. In the end, I couldn't feel anything.
I knew death would come any minute now. The monster just stared. However, the most
unexpected thing happened next. It spoke.
"What's wrong?" I heard it ask. It's voice sounded like young child, very confused.
There's no way I could tell if it was male or female.
I pried my mouth open. My lips were ripped to say, "Help me. I don't want to die like
this."
"No one dies here," it told me.
I begged, "Help me up! I can't move."
I saw it picking up the legs near my head and dropping them again and again, like a child playing with a toy. It was terrible.
"I can give you stronger legs," it said.
I just stared in confusion. I couldn't think.
"I'll give you legs, if you do something for me later..." it said while waiting for my
answer. I didn't understand, but I answered what I truly meant in mind.
"Yes."
With that, the infernal picked up my severed limbs with its talons. It rose up onto its hind
legs and pointed toward a direction behind me. That was when my body felt heavier.
The pain all went away, the cold was gone. The snow became black and felt like sand.
My body no longer burned. The most unbelievable thing had occurred. My legs had
returned. They felt better. I could stand again. I felt taller. I
immediately turned and ran. My speed was faster than I've ever ran before in my life.
The more I leaned forward, the faster I could go. It felt like there was a weight on my
head that pulled me toward my destination. It was amazing. I could see the end of
the black snow drawing closer. Not only was I going to go home, but I was going to have
the strongest legs I've ever known. I could outrun the wind!
When I reached the edge, I smiled. It was incredible. I turned around and saw my savior
flying in the skies with draconic wings. I could hear it laughing. It sounded sinister.
I looked down, and saw something that made me shout. My legs looked the same as
before; except for my feet. There were sharp hooves digging into the sand. I felt taller,
but only because there was ivory on my head. The sky turned into fire and I awoke from
the nightmare.
I was not sick anymore when I woke up off the floor.
My Grandpa said it meant nothing, since it was only a dream. No drugs. No alcohol. I don't do either of those things. Honestly, I firmly believe in God, but I thought a priest would think I'm crazy. What's interesting, is you might find me to be a rather good and benign person.
I think I made a promise to the devil.