Torn Pages "House of Perilous Memories" Ch. 2

"Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse - War"

The Almighty will burn the lie of a convict! The fear and pain you have sown will turn against you! Your world will be on fire and the bloody plague of war will pry your lying guts out! There is one solution whose key is to fix your sin-stained soul. Grab the tool of unimaginable torment and uncover the shackles that tangle you, pierce the heart of God's hateful power and rip the atlas of heaven! Prae dolore! Agony... don't bend before the tyrant, dazzling your eyes at dusk! Arma bellica! The tool of war! A knife soiled with unclean blood! Grab the weapon! Crush enemy skulls to dust with meaningless sparks. Take their breath out of their breasts and feed them through the dirt soil. Glory to the fall of uncleanness; a devouring, relentless ocean of events.

'I see him ... a symbol of the fall of civilization! Symbol of war! I will absorb the omniscience of the ancient Ares, crushing fallen angels. Bellum! War!'

'Bellum! War!'

"Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse - Famine"

Rain is falling on the burning ash... pale and bland. The gaping mouth reaches into the broken abyss. The black mist spreads its bustling tentacles deep into reality. This is the primary desire, always hungry, unsaturated, devouring human souls. It digests the viscera of the innocent Apollo, spreading his contamination, even in the peaceful asylum of the universe. Can you control hunger for five hundred heads? This hunger, closer to warping than igneous acid, begins with an uninterrupted demand.

'I accept the burden on my heart.'

Embrace the darkness, immerse yourself in its yawning abyss. Limbo is waiting for God's tears - Lacrimae dei. Your constant interference will save the white day, Esuriunt - hunger and lust. Absorb the fury of infernal demons. Grab the curse that binds your soul in this godforsaken place. The apogee of faith - hunger binding, Magus Esuriunt.

"Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse - Death"

Dance Macabre... the rampant loop of despair swirls in the air. A whistling wind bites a lady in bare feet, dressed in a white robe. Don't you feel it slowly leaving its existence?

'Existence that you disgust yourself.'

'I see no end in this ugly vortex.'

So quiet down... fall... bleed out... let her soul plague you to the end of the supernova, the only one whose power can bring the reign of death emperor. You demand redemption, it will not come until the cup of bone twilight is filled with the pain of loved ones.

'I will not do it, you starched mascara!'

I shall deprive you of all hope, leaving only a puppet of humanity begging for mercy. I will throw your emaciated body to jackals to eat. All this, without a moment of hesitation. I am Mortem! I am in death... Memento Mori.

"Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse - Conquest"

'Look for the sign! Stain my hands with blood! Only pain and fury can save you from apathy!'

'Eat their pain, fall into a wild madness, only the lust of their hearts makes sense to you.'

'Embrace their bodies... quench their pain in the bud, it will only satisfy you.'

Enough! I'm sick of these games, this mess, this... chaos. My actions caused the apocalypse of my own. I can't destroy it, absorb it or lose it. The only solution is to face the demons of my past. I will force them to accept me as a new ruler. I will dominate the cloud atlas and the chasms of Satan's hollow that is forever flooded with fog! All Old Gods shall become my servants...

"Bloody Fate of the Daughter of the Pain"

You managed to tame your own emotions, but not for long. An empty puppet like you... has no right to exist! All of your actions finally end at this place and at this unchanging time. Look at your wonderful home! For an empty can! On a broken mirror! For the statue of Charon! For an old notebook! For a white Vindictae flower! Look at me! Raise your head, watch your greatest achievement! The purest work whose filthy finger points to the master of darkness! Payment will cost you dearly... father.

"Hammer of Pompeii"

'Do you feel fear?! You who beat little ones yourself?!', said War angrily.

'A tyrant resting on his crimson throne, staring at his subjects.', called Death calmly.

'Priest heralding the end of hell...', exclaimed Famine impatiently.

'Nemesis of his own nation! Those who have entrusted their souls to them are long dead!', War burst again.

'Cry and whine... the only thing you have left in this world.', Famine added gloomily

'You flaunt your deeds. They blinded your fall.', Death responded mockingly.

This is my destiny, darkness and graveyard wasteland. The rays of the black sun cast a pale bloody glow on me. I feel a tingle at the thought of exploring black practices, banned by soulless clergy!

'Apathetic journey! Vanity will devour you!', War started to laugh.

'We will incinerate your bones in the incessant heat.', Death said greatly.

'Powder from your being, we will sprinkle our heads.', Famine was getting pale.

You are nothing more than clay bowls that I can break easily! I am not the one who will be consumed by the flame, I am the one who, with his help, will flood the whole earth with the sparks.

'Crazy words on their way to death!', snapped War.

'Darkness has corrupted his heart.', explained Death.

'Disgrace over an awful act.', said Famine.

What is a warped heart? Nothing more than empty words... you think that I am moving towards self-destruction, I will prove to you that I will become a pure embodiment of annihilation. You called me a disgrace! Nothing to mourn when it made no sense from the very beginning. You are the plague of humanity, like a Pompeian hammer, you send rapes onto this world.

'His virtues never existed.'

'He never needed them.'

'He became a tool himself.'

Shadow casts itself deep into the abyss, consuming everything it touches.

"Deus est mortus, Memories from the Final Chapter"

The headless crown falls. The heart of the mountain stops beating, apocalypse. A curse sign emerges from the dark edge, a black sun announces the fall of all things. Sulfur collects in the lungs, it is hard to breathe. The spark of life is extinguished in the hands of the virgin.

Somiabuntae, my wish will come true. I feel this impenetrable fear in the air. The terror is growing every moment! Mascaras gallop across the horizon. I see six dead horses. Six black bone columns follow them. At the very end... six masked usurpers, tearing the land of death.

'There is no hope! Everything is lost! Look what your pride has done. You pushed your nasty landscape with morbid nightmares.', War engulfed itself in flames.

'He has already called the spell, nothing can be done, woe to us... we will be trampled by the hideous hell hounds', Famine was frightened.

'An unexpected tyrant heralding the apocalypse, he holds the razor at our throats. The real end is coming.', Death said without a flinch

The time has come... the debt will be repaid. Annihilation will deal with this place full of violence. I pity you... for the poor and the foolishness. Through your greed, this place, once a paradise of Adam and Eve, has evolved into a child's nightmare fueled by original motives. Love and pity have long since disappeared from these lands. Beat your chest while you still have something...

'Do you think you will erase anger and frustration from this chapel ?!' Be silent! War!

'Pain and despair have always accompanied people.' Get back to the pits of nothingness! Famine!

'Descendants will always remain greedy and repugnant.' Bend your knee! Death!

I banish you from this sacred earth! Demons! Infinitae Virtutis... Deus est mortus. And so it all begins anew. Thy shall know true pain...

This story has ended, where another one begins. In the house of waxed walls. Place of which none shall know.

...but nothing truly ends. Something will soon start the new cycle... or it might have just happened

The End of "House of Perilous Memories" Ch.2