Infurno

Scars from the past never fade. They always come back in ways you don't want it to. No one is safe from it. Haunted by their past from ten years ago, a group of unlikely people come together, intertwined into the fabric of a twisted fate. They buried those memories behind them, trying to move on in their lives. But, what happens when those memories return? Plagued by secrets, memories, and monsters from the past, can they survive? Can they remain who they are? Can they remain sane? Can they remain comrades? No one is safe when your demons come out to play. There is no happy ending in this tale.

This somewhat dark and edgy story is based on my hectic D&D campaign I played. This a grim dark fantasy story that blends a plot-twisting drama with intense action. I hope that you enjoy this story. Hopefully, this will turn into a trilogy.

Hiding in the Shadows

I woke up later, my head groggy and my vision blurred. Thanatos stood over me, his cold eyes staring at me.


It came back to me. The whispers. Mordred. His name flashed through my mind.


I stood up quickly, looking around. "Mordred!" I called out.


After hearing no response, I turned to Thanatos. "Is Mordred here?" I demanded.


He closed his eyes and stood still for a moment, concentrating.


I inhaled deeply, over and over again, steeling my nerves. I had to save Solskin. I clutched my pocket watch and looked back to Thanatos.


"Yes," I replied, calmly and resolutely.


"Good." With that, he turned and walked off towards the darkness.


And so we walked. It seemed to me like we last stopped years ago. The underworld stretched on and on. Imps and spirits screeched incessantly  overhead. I saw a faceless soul wander past us, only to be quickly chained and returned to the Fields of Asphodel. Another soul, his face twisted and cruel, followed us closely.


Eventually, Thanatos stopped and turned around. "Minos. Shouldn't you be judging souls?"


"What can a judge do without power, my Lord? This… strange business has stolen mine."


"Indeed. I sent a soul to the Fields, and they wandered into Elysium. The others are distraught with fear. The underworld is collapsing around us."


"My Lord, I think it would be wise for you to stop your present actions. The rules have been broken enough. Any more breaks… and the results would not be pleasant."


"If the Fates have allowed it, then there should be no concern. This death was not of their doing."


"Yes, Minos. Do not question me further, I know what I am doing."


"Very well." Minos sighed. "I shall be gone, then."


The Judge vanished in a puff of smoke. Thanatos turned around and continued walking. The rest of the journey was silent. We zigzagged to get around pits of fire and tall rock columns. Everything carried an ominous red hue.


After another eternity of walking, the red hue lightened into a pale monotone gray and we approached a field. Tall grass covered the entire area. There was no wind, but there was rustling everywhere. Occasionally, I could see the faceless face of a soul. We had arrived at the Fields of Asphodel.
