Capítulo 19: Framed Into Hell…Maybe
Outside the house where I was staying with Mary, there was a large creature looming on the roof, constantly pecking at the tiles. I came out of the door with my sword in hand, glowing a dark green light.
I stepped outside, my sword glowing with the eerie, pulsating green light. The night air was thick and oppressive, filled with the stench of rot and something far more sinister. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked up at the creature perched on the roof.
It was massive, larger than anything I had ever faced before. Its body was a grotesque fusion of avian and reptilian features, a long, serpentine neck ending in a razor-sharp beak that it kept hammering into the roof tiles. Its wings, leathery and torn, flapped sporadically, creating gusts of wind that rustled the trees and sent chills down my spine. Jagged talons gripped the edge of the roof, threatening to tear the structure apart with each movement.
The creature let out a bone-rattling screech, its glowing eyes locking onto me as I stepped further into the yard. The sword in my hand hummed with energy, the eye at the hilt wide open now, watching the creature with what felt like shared hunger.
"Alright," I muttered under my breath, tightening my grip on the weapon. "Let's see what you've got."
As if responding to my words, the creature shifted, crouching low on the roof, its muscles tensing as it prepared to strike. It launched itself from the roof with terrifying speed, diving toward me with its talons outstretched, the beak aimed directly at me.
I dodged just in time, rolling to the side as the creature slammed into the ground, shaking the earth beneath us. I barely had a moment to recover before the creature was on me again, lunging forward with a speed that belied its size.
The sword in my hand pulsed, and without thinking, I swung it upward, the blade cutting through the air with a hiss. The green flames flared brighter, and the weapon connected with the creature's wing, slicing through the leathery membrane.
The creature screeched in pain, stumbling back as it flapped its now-damaged wing in a futile attempt to regain balance. I didn't let up. I surged forward, swinging the sword in a wide arc. The eye embedded in the hilt glowed with intensity, feeding off the energy of the battle.
As I struck again, the creature retaliated, its beak snapping forward with terrifying speed. I barely managed to raise my sword in time to block the attack. The force of the impact sent me stumbling back, my arms trembling from the effort. The creature's strength was overwhelming, but there was something else—something ancient and otherworldly fueling its fury.
The sword vibrated in my hand, urging me to push forward, to strike harder. I gritted my teeth, focusing on the weapon's strange connection to me. I could feel its power coursing through me, but there was something darker beneath the surface, something primal that wanted to be unleashed.
The creature lunged again, but this time, I was ready. I sidestepped the attack and drove the blade deep into the creature's side. The green flames erupted from the wound, spreading rapidly across the creature's body. The eldritch energy seemed to eat away at the creature's flesh, its screeches growing more desperate as the flames consumed it.
I could feel the sword's satisfaction, its hunger for destruction finally being sated. I pulled the blade free, and the creature collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony as the flames continued to burn through it.
The fight was over in moments. The creature's body disintegrated into ash, leaving nothing but a smoldering pile where it had once stood.
I stood over the pile of ashes and realized this place wasn't safe after all. "Well, looks like we're leaving," I said, turning to look at Mary, who was at the door with a confused expression. She had heard what happened but didn't seem that bothered. Borak walked with his small legs from the door, cursing loudly, but I didn't give a heck.
Mary didn't object and her crook appeared in her hand in a shadowy way, she then tapped the ground with it making countless of her 'lambs' to appear.
"I'll make a distraction for us, I doubt they would ever let us go,Borak eh you're free I guess" Mary said waving her hand dismissively, suddenly borak paused and then grinned.
"So I can devour everyone here" it said as its body started enlarging back to its origins form, his fur retuned and the spikes on his back grew back, he was now the size of that monster.
Mary tilted her head in confusion. "Why are you asking us, we don't know who will devour everyone once we leave" Boraks lips twitched in annoyance, Mary's innocent expression annoyed him.
"You're lucky I can't beat you right now, but the next time we meet which I hope is never, I'll rip you apart" he then jumped into the city as he started his reign of terror and destruction.
The white cat Scp sat near the door and looked at us slightly, the next moment i blinked it disappeared. I stared at the spot where the strange white cat had been, blinking in disbelief. It was there one moment, and then it vanished, as if it had never existed. I glanced at Mary, who seemed completely unbothered by the whole situation, her dark and red eyes still calm, while her crook hummed faintly with power. Borak was already a distant rumble in the night, tearing through the city in the background like the storm of rage he always was.
"Well, that's not ominous at all," I muttered, shaking my head. "Mary, how fast can your distraction get us out of here?"
Mary tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "Fast enough," she said softly. With another tap of her crook, the dark lambs that had appeared before suddenly began to multiply, their shadowy forms expanding and filling the yard around us. The atmosphere shifted, the air becoming thick with a palpable darkness. They started marching away, some disappearing into the streets, others vanishing into the sky like black wisps of smoke.
….
"We are finally out" it took us longer than i thought l, we had to go through a lot of places until we were far away from the city, now we were inside a deep forest.
"it has been annoying" I felt nothing for the people that were gonna die at the city, when i killed that creature, I felt free and also felt something released out from my body, it was like every impurity was cleansed and my flesh was recreated or something similar to that.
As I was about to continue to walking with Mary, i suddenly looked at the ground as I felt something strange.
[YOU HAVE SINNED, BE DAMNED TO HELL]
A voice came down from the sky's as if dictating the final judgment, it was no way in hell divine, but it was definitely terrifying, The ground under both me and Mary split open and countless red arms dragged us down into a bottomless pit. The ground tore apart like a maw, and the crimson arms seized us with terrifying strength, their grip colder than death itself. I thrashed violently, trying to swing my sword at the arms, but the pull was too strong, dragging me and Mary into the abyss.
"Mary!" I shouted, but she was already sinking into the darkness, her lambs vanishing as she struggled in silence. Her crook flared with dark energy, but it was of no use the arms kept pulling, relentless in their mission.
"Your sins have brought you here," the voice boomed again, echoing from the void as if it were everywhere and nowhere at once. "Face the judgment you deserve."
As we fell deeper, the light from above disappeared entirely, replaced by the sickly red glow of the arms wrapping around us. The world above, the forest, the city, Borak's rampage,it all felt distant now, like a memory already fading away.
The descent was endless, the darkness around us becoming more oppressive by the second. Finally, with a jarring impact, we hit solid ground. But the ground was not solid in the usual sense,it was spongy, pulsing as though it was alive. A foul stench of sulfur filled the air, and the screams of the damned echoed all around us.
I tried to stand but stumbled, the earth beneath my feet shifting and writhing. Beside me, Mary rose slowly, her face uncharacteristically serious. Her red eyes scanned the landscape, taking in the twisted, nightmarish environment that surrounded us.
We were in some kind of underworld, a place of torment and suffering. Rivers of lava snaked through the blackened, scarred ground, and jagged spires of rock jutted from the earth like the teeth of some monstrous beast. In the distance, grotesque figures, humanoid but twisted, moved slowly, their faces contorted in eternal agony.
"We're in hell," I muttered, gripping my sword tighter as the green glow dimmed, almost snuffed out by the overwhelming darkness.
Mary nodded grimly. "No…this is the red world..I think"
"…i did not commit any sin though…I was wrongly Framed into hell then" I sighed as I made the sword go back, I flexed my hands and made a small ball of glowing fire to test out something.
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