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Screaming erupted into the stillness of the night, making me snap my head to the gas station to see a figure running out into the night; Leaving footprints in a liquid that was illuminated from the streetlight. I took a moment's glance to see it was blood before I burst into the station, the ringer going off. I was greeted with a vision straight from Hell itself. There were so many bare legs hanging from the ceiling, flailing and kicking. It looked as though they had grown from the ceiling instead of a forced entry. I was in such a shock that I couldn't remember if there had been customers, as I looked down beneath the legs at the small puddles of blood. Some of which had footprints dashed across them, leading away from the cashier huddled in the corner to the doors. The cashier's back was facing me.

Reason told me to run. Reason told me there was no helping the cashier. Whatever was happening was beyond the mortal realm of matters.

But at the same time something clicked inside me, something more powerful then reason that compelled me forward across the gore streaked floor. I dodged and maneuvered through the flailing limbs to the cashier and when I was close enough, I knelt and put a hand on their shoulder. It didn't surprise me my hand was firm and strong instead of limp and quaking. But I felt my heart swell with emotion as I stared at the faceless cashier looking back at me.

"Pros...Prosperine took...took...," She had stuttered.

Before the station's ringer went off.

I immediately turned to see a figure in a long white trench coat standing in the doorway. Long raven black hair hung loose down it's gore streaked coat as it took it's hood off to reveal a feminine face that evoked the word Hesperides. The two small but razor sharp horns on it's skull did not detract but magnified it's beauty. I felt my heart swell achingly again at the mere sight of the figure.

"I almost forgot your lily blue eyes," Three voices spoke at once from it's thin, blood red lips, as it gazed at the cashier.

Before turning that gaze to me. One corner of those blood red lips curved upward into what looked like a crooked smile as a third horn rose between the two smaller ones. At the tip of the third horn was an open eye that didn't just look at me. It felt as though it were looking into my very soul, seeing all my memories, and feeling all my emotions. Searching. It must have found what it was looking for as the figure's lips turned into a full smile.

"Do you want to live?" It asked.

The masculine part of the three voices was dominant in that simple question. A very simple yes or no question that barely reached to me in my current state of...was it fear or maybe even excitement? I didn't care which it was. And I-

"I don't care," I had finally said in a calm voice as I looked from it's third eye to it's two magnificent fiery yellow eyes.

In your best prose, write a story about this image

>>16522301
Into Elysian

It always happened during the day and it always happened to the same two people. Charles and Larissa. They were not related nor had they ever seen each other but when it started happening, they were drawn together as though they were long lost lovers; Which they might as well have been considering the magnetic, startling, affection they had for each other. It started as glimpses from the corner of their eyes; something disappearing the moment it registered to them. Then it grew to full scale apparitions, watching them among crowds of people. And eventually they started to appear in Charles and Larissa's most private moments. They looked like people from a distance but when they came close, you could see that their pupils were slit like a reptile's and their nails came to fine points like talons.

"You could see me," Was the first and only words they spoke so far to Charles and Larissa.

They both remember it quite well because it had been three voices that had spoke at once. A male's voice. A woman's voice. And it's own distorted voice, as though it could not form words. A full year after Charles and Larissa had found each other, they started to see the apparitions in their dreams, manipulating them to see visions of another world and species. Though they saw the figures they were blurred as though they were moving at a pace too great to register. They speculated and pondered and surmised the incredible and outlandish on this newfound happening and were rewarded with a new shock as the apparitions had stopped appearing to them. They were in Charles and Larissa's reflections now. And to an even greater shock, they discovered the faintest hint of whispers alongside their voices as they talked.

Whatever was happening, was finally starting to consume their entire lives. It terrified them to a point that they were starting to lose their identities and memories to a force beyond understanding. But as the dreams continued to shape visions and images of this alien world, they began to understand that the feeling of terror was not necessary; They began to understand that they were becoming more then human. Soon after this revelation, they ceased going outside and answering any calls, entirely cutting off their last ties with humanity as the apparitions merged with Charles and Larissa. Within a week, they sat together in silence as they stared at their reflections on the dead tv screen.

"Charles," three voices spoke at once.

"I know. Don't be scared,"

She looked at his slit pupils.

"I'm not scared of anything, anymore. I think tonight will be it,"

"Yes," He said, as he took ahold of her hand.

They only looked at each other, waiting for the dreams to come; Waiting to venture into their new world together and experience Elysian.

Would very much appreciate critique!

>>16481944
Rose

An excerpt from one of my horror stories.

Happy day! Oh happy day!
Lilith was bubbling an energy she had not felt in a century, even before her imprisonment, as she washed their dishes from last night. Had she not been picked up she would have had to have spend an untold amount of decades finding what was here in her new home. She suppose she should be grateful for Larson. Though he tried his best to keep her locked away and deny her life, deny her of what she was born to do, he inadvertently helped her achieve.
At an opportune time, she'll have to conjure up his soul and gloat.
She started to hum a beautiful melody she learned from her past as she finished with the dishes and wiped her hands on paper towel. She swayed to and fro in effervescence before coming into the hall and seeing Dorothy's shoes on the mat. Lilith continued humming as she came into the living room to see her sitting on the couch with her coat still on and with her back to her as she held herself.
Lilith came up behind her and hugged as she kissed the side of her cheek.
"I didn't hear you come in," She said as she nuzzled her head against hers," How did it go?"
"I have two weeks to spend with you," Dorothy said.
"You don't sound happy about,"
Dorothy turned her head to give her a look of exasperation.
"I said yes. Wasn't that enough Lilith," She asked sternly.
She let go of her and sat down on the couch.
"I guess i'm just too happy,"
"You're awfully happy for being a dyke," Dorothy said without thinking.
Lilith's face darkened in anger but she only said," I guess you're right,"
She wanted to say she didn't mean it but she did and she didn't want to lie to her. It seemed treacherous to do so, even with her. And even though her mind was a raging blank on what to do she turned to her and was about to say something before she cut her off.

>>15010035
I stopped nervously fondling the Kimber .45 in my coat when I saw Marcus wading through the crowd of consumers. Such crowds for a small, out of the way, restaurant were why I picked this place to meet up with him.
"You finally want to talk now after all this time?" He said as he slid into the booth," I thought you said it was such a feminine thing to do,"
"I really have no fucking choice Marcus," I said leaning forward on the table.
He raised a brow at that.
"What is it?" He asked slowly.
I stared into his olive green eyes, still not able to think of a proper way to say what I need too. Fuck it.
"I'm not going to live very long Marcus,"
He only looked at me, gauging to see whether I was lying. Must have not been able to find what he was hoping to see.
"You're serious?"
"Yes,"
"What do you mean not very long?"
"I got involved with something very...evil,"
Marcus looked around for a moment before leaning forward and speaking quietly.
"I've heard these rumors and I don't want to believe they're true. I heard that you got involved with a gang. Tell me that's not true,"
I cracked a big shit eating grin at the incredulity. But only for a moment.
"It's not a gang Marcus," I said clearly.
"Then what is it?"
"It's a cult,"
His eyes widened for a moment before he quickly looked around again.
"It's a cult and it's been in this town for a long while,"
"You can't expect me to believe-," He started.
I rolled up the coat sleeve on my right arm and revealed their insignia carved into my flesh. Marcus stared at it for a long moment before uttering "Jesus Christ".
"Is that a bite mark around it?"
"Yes. It's their way of severance," I said rolling my sleeve back up," Now listen to me very carefully Marcus. Are you listening?"
"Yes,"
"Do you believe me?"
"Yes," he finally said after a moment of thought.
"That's why I called you here Marcus. I could actually count on you and now I need you more then ever,"
"What do you need?"
"Just listen to what i'm about to say," I said before looking around myself and when I was satisfied, I continued on," This cult has been here since the 1800s and all these child disappearances, all these sex crimes, all this sickness plaguing our town comes from them. They don't care if you know it's them, they don't care if the media prints endless articles about them. They're in complete control of this town Marcus. They own the police and the ones in the neighboring states as well. The police are as complicit and do not ever think otherwise for a moment. The cult reigns over this town as kings and they have a very far reach. We are in their thrall and no one they've recruited has dared opposed them but for me. Are you still listening?"
"Yes but...,"
"Keep listening. I know how fucking crazy it sounds but I haven't even talked about what they do with the children,"

From my horror story called "Human Suit".

I stopped nervously fondling the Kimber .45 in my coat when I saw Marcus wading through the crowd of consumers. Such crowds for a small, out of the way, restaurant were why I picked this place to meet up with him.
"You finally want to talk now after all this time?" He said as he slid into the booth," I thought you said it was such a feminine thing to do,"
"I really have no fucking choice Marcus," I said leaning forward on the table.
He raised a brow at that.
"What is it?" He asked slowly.
I stared into his olive green eyes, still not able to think of a proper way to say what I need too. Fuck it.
"I'm not going to live very long Marcus,"
He only looked at me, gauging to see whether I was lying. Must have not been able to find what he was hoping to see.
"You're serious?"
"Yes,"
"What do you mean not very long?"
"I got involved with something very...evil,"
Marcus looked around for a moment before leaning forward and speaking quietly.
"I've heard these rumors and I don't want to believe they're true. I heard that you got involved with a gang. Tell me that's not true,"
I cracked a big shit eating grin at the incredulity. But only for a moment.
"It's not a gang Marcus," I said clearly.
"Then what is it?"
"It's a cult,"
His eyes widened for a moment before he quickly looked around again.
"It's a cult and it's been in this town for a long while,"
"You can't expect me to believe-," He started.
I rolled up the coat sleeve on my right arm and revealed their insignia carved into my flesh. Marcus stared at it for a long moment before uttering "Jesus Christ".
"Is that a bite mark around it?"
"Yes. It's their way of severance," I said rolling my sleeve back up," Now listen to me very carefully Marcus. Are you listening?"
"Yes,"
"Do you believe me?"
"Yes," he finally said after a moment of thought.
"That's why I called you here Marcus. I could actually count on you and now I need you more then ever,"
"What do you need?"
"Just listen to what i'm about to say," I said before looking around myself and when I was satisfied, I continued on," This cult has been here since the 1800s and all these child disappearances, all these sex crimes, all this sickness plaguing our town comes from them. They don't care if you know it's them, they don't care if the media prints endless articles about them. They're in complete control of this town Marcus. They own the police and the ones in the neighboring states as well. The police are as complicit and do not ever think otherwise for a moment. The cult reigns over this town as kings and they have a very far reach. We are in their thrall and no one they've recruited has dared opposed them but for me. Are you still listening?"
"Yes but...,"
"Keep listening. I know how fucking crazy it sounds but I haven't even talked about what they do with the children,"

You'll never know what it's like to be like me. You'll never know how hard it is and you'll never know how rewarding it is.

I'm nothing like my family. I'm nothing like the people around me. It's not materialism or ego. It's the truth and i'm so happy I was born to become the person, the man, I am today.

I am my ideals come to fruition.
I am greater then what I suffer.
I am the brilliant stroke of inspiration and light in the darkness around me.