Commencement

I still remember him.
His name was Paul Karter, the only survivor of the B.I.F. expedition to Level 9.12.
He came back a changed man, someone that I didn't recognize.
It was pretty obvious something in that level scarred him.
When I tried to ask him about it, he just kept repeating "the noises" over and over.
Then someone from a group that called themselves "The Liberators" came along and took us away.
They led me and him to a forest level. Don't know which one, but I do know it doesn't exist anymore.
They took him to a strange sound-proof room in the house.
I waited outside nervously, but soon that anxiety would turn to abject horror.
I heard his piercing screams, even through the sound-proof walls.
They injected him with some kind of substance.
Soon, an ominous red glow came from the dark room.
Followed by crazed laughter.
Then the sound of flesh being torn.
Streams of blood seeped out from under the door.
It felt like the walls were watching me.
Soon, that feeling became a reality.
I watched in disbelief as eyes began to appear on the walls.
Eventually, the noises of something ripping through flesh stopped.
That's when he busted down the door.
What I saw was no longer Paul Karter.
It looked almost human, except for the head.
It had large horns, and that grin.
That maniacal grin...
It retreated to the basement of the house.
This was no longer a man.
This was Behemoth.
You must hear from both points of view.
My name, well, I forgot that long ago. Nowadays I just go by "Delta".
For years we had been seeking him. His name was Paul. And he was the one who would fuse with the old god.
You see, decades earlier, our founder, the one known only as "Eternus", had discovered the corpse of a god deep within the Backrooms.
He harvested its blood, and kept it safe.
Then we found Paul. When we finally captured him, he was with his pathetic friend Dylan.
We took both of them deep into a forest, and were getting ready to start the process of reviving the old god.
As we injected its blood into Paul, he started growing in size. His head become unnaturally large. Horns sprouted. Teeth sharpened.
Then, the laughter started.
That was the day I died.
We had revived the old one, but at what cost?
Now I sit here, in this room. My consciousness still existing within a computer, along with the rest of the dead Liberators.
Never seek out a god, for they may be seeking out you.
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