Diabolus in Tenebris
The house stood in a clearing, surrounded by trees and bushes,
Its small, unkempt, cobblestone road so old,
It seemed like more of a back road, than a true one,
And leading from the back road, and the house, and beyond, there lay a dirt road,
And beyond there, the pavement,
And beyond there, the highway,
And beyond there, the city of Barcelona.
The house was of an old design,
Its wrought metal fences and brick spires,
Forming an oblongish, rectangular shape around the land,
Encompassing a pond, grating a stream, and a small field,
Lichen, vines, and ivy, covered most of the southern parts,
While large fir trees and bushes rose further up the western end,
These standing near the chimney, and the run-around deck,
And the glass house.
This house has stood for over 343 years,
It has lived countless lives, and seen many times,
It stood when the Monarchy of Spain commanded much of the Atlantic Ocean,
Next to those of England and France,
It stood when the great Napoleon rose to power and fell,
It stood as the world watched the greatest civilization in the Western World,
Was torn apart by civil war,
It stood as its home soil went to war with this same nation,
And lost greatly,
It stood as England crowned its new queen, and flourished under her rule,
It stood as the Olde World collapsed into chaos,
And war enveloped much of the planet,
It stood as its home, consumed by this chaos,
Was soon torn apart by its own civil war,
And death and carnage flooded the Spanish world,
It stood throughout all of this and more,
And still stands to this day...
And now, the house,
Which has stood for nearly 250 years,
Has now awoken to its full extent,
And has now, what began centuries ago,
Will now end,
But the epilogue is yet to be decided,
The afternoon sun shines brightly,
Its creamy illuminance, suffusing the land in resting warmth,
In the clearings beyond, deer and other game and prey,
Grazed unabated in the open, the thick of the forest nearby,
Providing a sense of security to the woodland creatures,
Meanwhile,
A flower bed, or graveyard more accurately,
Was overrun with the many corpses of the dead
Carnations and Daisies, Roses and Daffodils,
Tulips and Posies, and other flowers,
Once grew in mass around this area,
But like the body of the beggar Lazarus,
They died, alone, unloved, and filthied and wretched,
Whether a Heaven existed for them,
Only the plants themselves could say.
But beyond such a desolate place,
Beyond such a brooding land,
Lay a darker surface,
One the likes of which never should have existed…
One that was being born….
Within the house…
…
She lay there, unconscious on the wooden floor,
Her body, sprawled out like a gunshot victim,
Her hair in a web under her,
Her eyes closed,
Her Hello Kitty t-shirt smeared with sweat, and dirt,
Her jeans, ripped and torn,
And her cream-colored skin, scarred by claws of an unknown creature,
The girl was caked in blood,
But whether it was hers, only she could say,
But what made her appearance even more frightening,
Was the arrayment of flesh that covered her and her clothes…
Intestines and as entrails hung from her neck and her figure,
Grisly jewelry for one of a sadistic nature,
Parakeet hearts and feathers were sewn together and hung from her ear lobes,
An upside down cross made of wax, drawn on each face,
Fingers and toes litter the ground, twisted and molded,
Burned, and waxed, Painted with blood and dirt,
Into dolls and figures, each enduring an individual form of pain and suffering…
…
Outside, the sun was setting further down the horizon,
But then it suddenly stopped,
And rose,
Until it stopped again.
A large black orb of the same size as the distant star rose from the East,
Its color was solid darkness, and its liquid-like surface flowed in a curved manner,
Until it aligned itself with the sun, and moved to assert itself in its place…
And as the blackness ascended, a sudden wave of darkness followed it,
And it flooded the landscape, covering all…
And the skies turned red, and the air hummed with energy…
And in the forest, the animals fled in terror, to each his own,
Only to find themselves swallowed and consumed by the darkness,
Which crept further and further,
The air vibrated with power,
It could be felt everywhere, and anywhere….
And the smell of Fear… was reeking….
In Barcelona, the red skies burned brightly,
The black sun had now covered a third of the orange sun,
And hundreds of people looked on,
Oblivious to the sudden danger,
And then that’s when it began…
The screaming…
It was small at first,
Faint and unrecognizable,
But then it grew,
It grew in number, in multitude,
Soon it spread, it spread quickly,
And the city was flooded with darkness,
And the screaming intensified,
And then people began to panic,
And then people to cry,
To faint,
To yell,
To become frantic,
And then all over the city,
Chaos was rampant,
And the people looked on in horror,
The Darkness continued to flood the city,
And that’s when people began to run,
And the more people began to run,
The more the smell of Fear stank…
...
She lay there, for what seemed like hours,
Her body, though strong, was limp, and seemingly frail,
In the hallway, a grandfather clock ticked the time away,
Its monotonous machinations oblivious to peril it would face,
Each tick, each tock, clacking and clicking away,
Tik tok,
Tik tok,
Tik tok,
Tik tok,
And then,
Tik--
The clock stopped,
It’s time precise,
It’s time accurate…
The time was 6:08 p.m.,
Time had completely frozen,
And then it came….
The sound…
Such a horrible sound, it was,
So dark…
So evil…
The growling…
So low, it was,
Like the purring of a lion,
So ferocious, it was,
So…. Evil…
And as she lay there, a shadow moved…
It came from under the bed,
Slowly, deadly,
Its tentacles latching on to anything it could touch,
And then…
It stopped…
The darkness had surrounded the Circle…
And the girl…
And then a tentacle splattered on the floor,
Over the Circle,
And then it touched it her toe,
And that was when all Hell, broke loose…
Its small, unkempt, cobblestone road so old,
It seemed like more of a back road, than a true one,
And leading from the back road, and the house, and beyond, there lay a dirt road,
And beyond there, the pavement,
And beyond there, the highway,
And beyond there, the city of Barcelona.
The house was of an old design,
Its wrought metal fences and brick spires,
Forming an oblongish, rectangular shape around the land,
Encompassing a pond, grating a stream, and a small field,
Lichen, vines, and ivy, covered most of the southern parts,
While large fir trees and bushes rose further up the western end,
These standing near the chimney, and the run-around deck,
And the glass house.
This house has stood for over 343 years,
It has lived countless lives, and seen many times,
It stood when the Monarchy of Spain commanded much of the Atlantic Ocean,
Next to those of England and France,
It stood when the great Napoleon rose to power and fell,
It stood as the world watched the greatest civilization in the Western World,
Was torn apart by civil war,
It stood as its home soil went to war with this same nation,
And lost greatly,
It stood as England crowned its new queen, and flourished under her rule,
It stood as the Olde World collapsed into chaos,
And war enveloped much of the planet,
It stood as its home, consumed by this chaos,
Was soon torn apart by its own civil war,
And death and carnage flooded the Spanish world,
It stood throughout all of this and more,
And still stands to this day...
And now, the house,
Which has stood for nearly 250 years,
Has now awoken to its full extent,
And has now, what began centuries ago,
Will now end,
But the epilogue is yet to be decided,
The afternoon sun shines brightly,
Its creamy illuminance, suffusing the land in resting warmth,
In the clearings beyond, deer and other game and prey,
Grazed unabated in the open, the thick of the forest nearby,
Providing a sense of security to the woodland creatures,
Meanwhile,
A flower bed, or graveyard more accurately,
Was overrun with the many corpses of the dead
Carnations and Daisies, Roses and Daffodils,
Tulips and Posies, and other flowers,
Once grew in mass around this area,
But like the body of the beggar Lazarus,
They died, alone, unloved, and filthied and wretched,
Whether a Heaven existed for them,
Only the plants themselves could say.
But beyond such a desolate place,
Beyond such a brooding land,
Lay a darker surface,
One the likes of which never should have existed…
One that was being born….
Within the house…
…
She lay there, unconscious on the wooden floor,
Her body, sprawled out like a gunshot victim,
Her hair in a web under her,
Her eyes closed,
Her Hello Kitty t-shirt smeared with sweat, and dirt,
Her jeans, ripped and torn,
And her cream-colored skin, scarred by claws of an unknown creature,
The girl was caked in blood,
But whether it was hers, only she could say,
But what made her appearance even more frightening,
Was the arrayment of flesh that covered her and her clothes…
Intestines and as entrails hung from her neck and her figure,
Grisly jewelry for one of a sadistic nature,
Parakeet hearts and feathers were sewn together and hung from her ear lobes,
An upside down cross made of wax, drawn on each face,
Fingers and toes litter the ground, twisted and molded,
Burned, and waxed, Painted with blood and dirt,
Into dolls and figures, each enduring an individual form of pain and suffering…
…
Outside, the sun was setting further down the horizon,
But then it suddenly stopped,
And rose,
Until it stopped again.
A large black orb of the same size as the distant star rose from the East,
Its color was solid darkness, and its liquid-like surface flowed in a curved manner,
Until it aligned itself with the sun, and moved to assert itself in its place…
And as the blackness ascended, a sudden wave of darkness followed it,
And it flooded the landscape, covering all…
And the skies turned red, and the air hummed with energy…
And in the forest, the animals fled in terror, to each his own,
Only to find themselves swallowed and consumed by the darkness,
Which crept further and further,
The air vibrated with power,
It could be felt everywhere, and anywhere….
And the smell of Fear… was reeking….
In Barcelona, the red skies burned brightly,
The black sun had now covered a third of the orange sun,
And hundreds of people looked on,
Oblivious to the sudden danger,
And then that’s when it began…
The screaming…
It was small at first,
Faint and unrecognizable,
But then it grew,
It grew in number, in multitude,
Soon it spread, it spread quickly,
And the city was flooded with darkness,
And the screaming intensified,
And then people began to panic,
And then people to cry,
To faint,
To yell,
To become frantic,
And then all over the city,
Chaos was rampant,
And the people looked on in horror,
The Darkness continued to flood the city,
And that’s when people began to run,
And the more people began to run,
The more the smell of Fear stank…
...
She lay there, for what seemed like hours,
Her body, though strong, was limp, and seemingly frail,
In the hallway, a grandfather clock ticked the time away,
Its monotonous machinations oblivious to peril it would face,
Each tick, each tock, clacking and clicking away,
Tik tok,
Tik tok,
Tik tok,
Tik tok,
And then,
Tik--
The clock stopped,
It’s time precise,
It’s time accurate…
The time was 6:08 p.m.,
Time had completely frozen,
And then it came….
The sound…
Such a horrible sound, it was,
So dark…
So evil…
The growling…
So low, it was,
Like the purring of a lion,
So ferocious, it was,
So…. Evil…
And as she lay there, a shadow moved…
It came from under the bed,
Slowly, deadly,
Its tentacles latching on to anything it could touch,
And then…
It stopped…
The darkness had surrounded the Circle…
And the girl…
And then a tentacle splattered on the floor,
Over the Circle,
And then it touched it her toe,
And that was when all Hell, broke loose…
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