An End To Blood


Fading haze...

Just a fading haze...

He... no it... made me suffer... took everyone I cared about... even
the one I loved... Ophelia...

We followed it, did it's bidding... we killed, slaughtered millions...
all in it's name... to please it...

And yet this is all thats left... ashes in the wind, from the only one
I truely loved... my friends blood corsing thru my veins... and
whispering spirits of my friend, burnt by hellish flames...

I close my eyes... softly breathing in... smelling the burnt husk of
Shial, the so called mother of spiders...

Looking over my shoulder... I can see the decayed remains of
Cerberus... may it burn in it's firey hell for what it's created...

I start to leave out of this throne room... softly stepping over
Cheogh's rocky corpse... almost as if to seem that I'm fear it shall
rise again, seeking revenge for it's now dead master...

Before I leave those huge doors, never looking back upon this new
graveyard, I turn around to look at the huge horned skull upon the
wall... that beast... so much like me... tortures and killed... just
for the pleasure of Tchemobog...

I softly whisper some final words only to have them lost amoungst the
ramblings of a slave... I think he's thanking me for freeing him...

I raise my Tommy gun... shoot him with a few bullets... I don't care
how many... just so he will leave me alone... in this silent remorse...
a remorse for so much...

Again I close my eyes... see brief glismes of people I had to kill...
things I had to kill... rats that had been twisted and tainted by
Tchemobog... bats that knew only death for others, didn't even care
about saving themselves, like a real bat would have... spiders,
mindless spiders blindly following their now-dead queen... Zombies,
no doubt most were corpses of victims I had killed, in Tchemobog's
worthless name... the huge butchers, the cult's "chef's", nick-named
"Bloated Butcher's"... Cultists and Fanatics, people just like I was,
what now seems so long ago... Gargoyles and those damned Stone
Gargoyles, so long thought to only be myth... Hell Hounds, the spawn of
Cerberus... Bone Eels, from deep within the ocean floor... Gil Beasts,
a experiments to create the ultimate underwater follower... Choking
Hands that could only feel pleasure by feeling your pulse slowy ebb...
and Phantasms, the restless souls of long dead leaders of the cult of
Tchemobog...

Slowly I turn around, my back to that graveyard of a dead god... and
I never look back... never...