Enter if you Dare

You have been given a chance; one single opportunity. Just for you, little one. You don't have to endure the tribulations about to be unleashed. You can escape all of that misery. All you have to do is listen to my voice.

As before, it begins the same. A faint hum vibrates from the sky that tickles the back of your throat. The resonance builds to a thunderous resounding blast of one of the seven celestial trumpets. Each time that horrible sound is heard, it has heralded the start of another three years of suffering, each more horrifying than the next. Four times has the trumpet sung its song. Before the echo of the fifth trumpet fades, you will be given your chance to escape.

When that familiar tickle reemerges, an object will appear in the sky. As it nears, the intensity of the deep tone grows. You know it is only a matter of time before the deafening blast is heard once more. However, this time, what is to come will be different.

The past four soundings of a trumpet brought with it disasters never seen in such magnitude, yet you understood what they were. Yes, they were terrifying, but it was all within the realm of your understanding. You know what makes the earth roll and quake. You know why fiery mountains fall from the heavens. Knowledge has freed you from the archaic belief in the supernatural. No longer does such nonsense deceive you into believing the displeasure of a god will call the hurricane or a curse will summon the cyclone or hex will bring down the plague upon you. It is something different that approaches from above. It is an abomination. It is wormwood.

The Hebrews called him Abaddon-the Banished, and the Greeks knew him as Apollyon-the Destroyer.

Life as you knew it is now over, for he holds the keys to the bottomless pit that has imprisoned his army since even before the words "Let there be light" were spoken.

Do you remember the first time we spoke, little one? After the second trumpet sounded, you were given a vision of the Pools of Nākhūna sē chēdā. If you were able to find the location of those sacred waters, go there now.

Three pools sit at the ends of a "T" shaped rock formation. As the moon peeks out from the horizon, its crimson light gives the waters the appearance of blood. The higher it rises in the sky, long shadows are cast. Upon the rock, the likeness and resemblance of a man outstretched upon the rocks will appear before you. Stand in the center of the three pools. Tread carefully, for you stand before the image of the sacrament laid upon his symbol. Each pool has a name, "The Pierced Left Hand," "The Pierced Right Hand" and "The Pierced Foot." Prepare yourself to receive the blessing of the "The Pierced Abdomen." It requires you to be anointed with the ethereal spearhead that will now run you through. There is no outward wound, but blood is now seeping internally into the empty places within you. Your body has now become the fourth pool of sacrifice.

When you collapse from the pain, ensure that you fall into one of the pools of water. If you fall onto dry Earth, you will have missed your only chance to enter the portal, and you will lose the anointment. As punishment, your wounds will be healed, but you will live the remainder of your days marked as was Caine; hunted by both angel and demon.

If successful, you will awaken in a dark, candlelit stone building, lined with pews ending at a great altar. You stand upon The Place of Worship where the crossroads meet. Behind you are three mirrors, very similar in orientation to the pools of water you recently stood before. Shake off the chill from your wet body and make haste, little one. Time moves differently here and we must move quickly. Look to the altar. Do you see it? There in the shadows, a figure is kneeling in the distance. Slowly and cautiously approach it.

The creature is tall and hooded. It should be deep in prayer, whispering strange incantations. If it is not; do not come any closer. Only approach if it is in prayer. Do not interrupt; any disruption will be considered a great offense, resulting in a painful death for you. Kneel in front of it; bow your head. Do not make eye contact and wait. Be patient, and make no mistake; it knows you are there. Once it has considered you and deemed you worthy, it will acknowledge your presence.