《Hell's Insanity》Chapter 4: Uncharted environment
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'Though I was forbidden from directly casting judgement with my eyes of mortem' the giant thought with a look of frustration on its face while looking at Elijah, although it disappeared the very moment it appeared.
'Well no matter, what awaits is much more deadly than what this pitiful mortal could imagine' The giant scoffed, as he continued his speech seemingly uncaring about Elijah's plight
"Come with me mortal if you have the courage".
Knowing what the humanoid-like creature meant, Elijah immediately refused the request.
"Let me go, no please I'm not going anywhere''
''I'm begging you please" but before he knew what had happened, he was dragged to a formless smoke like door covered in pitch dark miasma, pulled by some unknown force.
Elijah knew that he will be taken against his will whether he liked it or not. But that doesn't mean he accepted such fate.
As Elijah continued struggling, the giant as though getting annoyed by Elijah's fruitless struggles suddenly halted.
Narrowing his eyes at the mortal soul with a twisted expression showing on his face the giant looked at Elijah with a scowl, he said with a dull resounding voice which screamed from the depths of Elijah's soul.
''Mortal''
''Don't you get it?''
"You have become the scourge of the earth".
''Mortal''
''Don't you get it?''
''You have been condemned by both gods and man''
''Mortal''
"Don't you get it?"
"Arise from this pit of darkness, and let your name be known or fail and be forever damned".
''Mortal''
''Do yourself a favour and come with me, or stay and be forever hunted down by them''.
''Though I hope you last long enough to survive'' The giant said, ending his words as he looked at Elijah with a huge grin plastered on his face.
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"I don't have a choice do I". Elijah said as the light in his eyes dimmed, he lamented his faith but never did he expect an occurrence such as this, as it was both outrageous and unrealistic.
"Please, "Elijah said while begging for his life because who wouldn't beg for his life when standing in the face of death.
''You are damned, judgement had already been passed and I must carry them out" the giant said.
"B-But"
As if annoyed by Elijah who interrupted him, the giant said with an irritated expression across his face.
"I have a job to do and we have wasted enough time" the giant quickly said.
Predicting Elijah would interrupt him again, with a wave of his hand he threw Elijah into the gateway. But the giant waited as the black miasma mixed with Elijah's skin said in a voice high enough for Elijah to understand what he said.
"'I am Andra the gate keeper', remember that name as it shall do you good".
Those were the last words Elijah heard as he quickly lost consciousness, submerging his body in the darkness that emanated around him still wondering if all this was a dream.
Looking at the gate he opened that had swallowed the human changing from grey to its normal miasma black colour, the giant went back to its work, disappearing from the spot which it stood.
But unknown to Andra, the black miasma suddenly gained a reddish glow, thereby causing unknown effects to the portal.
.....
LIMBO
Somewhere in a dark foggy place, where even the sky could not be seen, not because the sun wasn't clear but because they were neither sunshine in day nor moonlight to reflect in darkness. But surprisingly, the only thing that could be seen, was a 3 story Mediterranean style house.
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Its paint was worn out, riddled with broken windows, cracks spreading through the wood like structure as though it could break at any moment. It was a wonder how such a building could still stand while still showing signs of falling apart.
It was at that moment when a portal-like structure appeared out of thin air, with Elijah who could be seen flying out from the gate which he formerly went through. Elijah was still unconscious as he crashed into the 2nd floor of the building that seemed empty yet haunted.
...
Waking up from his deep slumber, Elijah opened his eyes, finding himself in an unfamiliar place unable to move because he was still hurt from the fall, getting up he manages not to make a sound because he felt the eerie dark silence that permeated the environment.
Elijah looked around, spotting glasses on the floor from the window he crashed into, in addition to what seemed like a broken mirror, each showing half of the reflections of his face. Suddenly Elijah heard the rustling of papers, and the scribbling of a pencil, smelling a scent that seemed to be coming from wet and dry wood, and dust that permeated the air he breathed, Elijah seemed to have gotten the illusion that he had tasted the dust in his mouth.
Snapping him back from reality was the scribbling of a pen on a sheet of paper that seemed to have gotten louder. Elijah looked back, making his way to the furthest corner of the hallway which the noise originated from, where the room was situated.
Elijah cringed at each creak that came from the old wooden plank on the floor as he made his way through, finally arriving at the front of the door, Elijah peeked in to see who could own such a house and live in it with such living conditions.
After all with the number of things Elijah had been through till now, surely a house that seemed inappropriate was less than he bargained for thereby letting him cool his head and alleviating his stress.
Looking through the cracks of the doors, Elijah saw something which made him shrink back and almost instinctively shocked him to death if he hadn't gone through his past series of events but he still felt a shiver, leaving him almost traumatized.
''haaa haa haaaa'' Elijah breathed loudly as he saw a very disturbing scene, still doubting his eyes because all he saw was a doll in the form of an eleven years old girl, who appeared to be seriously writing down some words on a sheet of paper, as the doll continually looked up and then looked down.
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