The Red King

Robes donned in red. Spiraling stairways busheled by the rumbling of many cloaks. A fire is seen in the middle of the Mansion. A broken figure dangles over the brightly lit flame, Flickering triangles dance on the flied skin.

A whispered hum is heard.... Echoing in the room, softly.

Sabien glares bleakly, as he descends done the north stairs, "This better be quick" he thought. His shoulders nudged by the many masses of clove red worn

by his associates.

Behind him , a shaking knife almost pressed, stopped by another's

Hand. A whisper finds the would-be assassins ears,

"Today is not the day to settle petty disagreements, today, we become gods." An irritated voice reply's back "I suppose,

I could wait;".  "Thank you", he replied. The knife went back into its holster.

The crowd circles the burning man in the fire.

"It's always over things petty and shallow. Never

has this pit tested the flesh of someone deserving of such Pain, the stained elk cherishes the screams of the innocent. '  Members move to their positions, the inner Circle begins an ritualistic utter.

"We bear you innocent sacrifice, We cast this soul into your realm, In return, make all who wear red within your synagogue hidden from Karma,"

Fire flickers, a thick hypnotic purple slowly begins to emit deep within the pyre. The body is dropped. "Open your domain to us, and take this soul as Yours Aeshma!" Body disappears into the flame. A hymn is heard, deep and Crackling. The hypnotic Purple darkens the flame becomes weak."

A voice is heard, but no sound was made. A feeling of dread swirls in the mind.

An overpowering fear arrests me sever.

"You summon me as if your insignificant trinkets would give some

Command over me, Ive seen stars born and die . Your entire species a poorly rendered knockoff, an inferior refection of an inferior reflection given form as a joke."

The Flames Cease, The blackness lap together like waves in water.

The Darkness swims into a black hole. A deep small abyss dips like a Whirlpool in the center.

"However" ( The voice become distorted)

"There IS something I would like to give You"

Sabien sensing something wrong, looked behind and noticed a deep crack in the wall.

Something began to emerge from the black pool of darkness. New sensation's dance in my mind heavily.  The world as I know it fell apart in front of me.

True horror, goes beyond the senses' something so vitally wrong. A stumbling block of god The thing demons fear stare eyes upon us, and we were not ready.

No matter how long we studied, no matter how many elementals we summoned, did not give us the courage necessary to meet the gaze of death.... May god have mercy on my soul, I know not what I do, I am a fool, and now I must pay for my foolishness. The mere presence is debleating, I inch myself to the Deeply cracked wall in order to hide. Thankfully I was already extremely close, As I touch the well, A voice echoes in my head.

"Where do you think You're going? You never thought, 'Gee how convenient this escape route is ' or better, why wouldn’t anyone else notice this rather large hole in the wall!

The inner voice says mockingly . In one second the crack disappeared before my very eyes. I stand staring, in confusion but mainly in fear. A dead silence plays I hear no one, everyone should be behind me chanting, nothing.

I do not want to turn around .