The Soul King

Chapter 2

And if time died?

Paul, Frank, Mom, Dad and Aunt Bertha this one is for you.

And to the most important person in my life, she knows who she is I Love You! REN for eternity and a day.

INTRO:

End Game

Dear Apocalypse Diary

The Nightmares come and go but they are always about hell or at least I think it is hell. There are fires, suffering, monsters and a whole lot of blood so I am thinking its hell. I apologize Mrs. Diary for not properly dating this entry since I lost track of time. To my observation it has been years since this all started but Oscar disagrees he keeps reassuring me that only days have past, but I don’t think he really knows what is going on. In case you are wondering who Oscar is? you would not believe me if I told you, but I will anyways. Oscar is a rejected and out casted deity from the realms of the VOC. He can be quite intimidating at first about 8 feet give or take, better make that 9 ½ with the horns all red skin and pure muscles.

There are many mysteries to life, and I personally never thought I would be in a situation like this. Let me be sincere Mrs. Diary, I was not a social outcast I outcasted myself from being social. Yes I had friends and a few love interests but a lot of mental illness. Having mental illness is like being held down by a million bricks and being smacked with a metal pipe. In time my feelings just died I kept investing in crypto currency and got on reddit quite a bit. I tried to become a lion in wall street, all the people I knew were into it, so I said f**k it and it worked out well. I had a good job, but something was missing, and I knew it, yes I had some tragedies in my family but who doesn’t. But life just started becoming like an annoying ex-girlfriend always in your ear yapping away, the alarm going off awake at 6 in the morning. At 6:30 in the morning taking a s**t. You know how cold it’s in the bathroom that early Mrs. Diary, any bathroom in the world. Get dressed, brush your teeth, grab the keys and get in your car. Get to the gas station ten minutes before your shift starts and you have a 90-year-old retiree buying 100 lottery tickets and of course now your late to f*****g work, its enough to drive you f*****g insane. Get to work, walk through the parking lot, swipe your key card and into the buildings you go, with a mask on of course. Covid-19 & Covid-20 Mrs. Diary now that is a story for another time, Social distancing my ass.

I’m finally at work this is what its all about right? Getting up early, staying focused, good attendance where is my pat on the back? Where’s hey Henry let’s go grab a beer and watch a f*****g game. The funny thing is, it was me not my coworkers not my friends, remember I told you in the beginning I was not a social outcast, but I had outcasted myself socially, I started to hate my friends to loathe them. Started to see them for what they were, reptiles and rats speaking down on women yet using Daddy’s credit card to f**k them, it became disgusting. I began to see the truth, people with money had a name people without money were just a number. And that’s when the anger came at first it started with sleepless nights and cold sweats I mean I literally drenched the bed then it escalated panic attacks kicked in right before work, dizziness, nauseated nevertheless I still went. The rage consumed me, doing groceries, getting stuck in traffic just everyday life I had become angry and that’s when I met him Oscar.

I had to swim an ocean of orange waves and let me tell you there are man eating sharks there. Oh, What am I talking about? I’m talking about the first day I went to see him and what he told me. I am a rejected creature from the depths of the aquarium he said which I found funny he looks like the devil honestly horns and all. The embodiment of fury a vile anger a spiritual form some how of pure rage. He said he was an Egyptian god and had decided to show mankind a long time ago what getting pissed off really felt like, so he infected them with a temper, a desire to fight and battle to also commence wars. Oscar had informed me about a prophecy about one told by the campfires between the dead in the VOC even the monsters feared this story. An urban legend of a cosmological horror known as Gammorath a creature that would exchange immortality for souls. The epitome of evil itself guaranteeing fame, riches and immortality in a trade for soldiers in a war that was coming.

The night of 3:15 Oscar calls it the night of Mass departure or whatever, that was the night that changed everything the realities had collapsed the strange emails and phone calls that some of us had received from a Young teenager in Florida about an endgame started to make sense to me now. After all the streets are filled with blood I think the sky keeper lost, Oscar does not want to admit it, but I think they are hunting him some creature with a canvas sack on working for the VOC. As I write this they are watching us I can feel it…I never belonged in the old world anyhow, in some ways I felt better more acceptable I felt converted on a mission to cleanse myself from the past life I lived. I was glad it had ended it f*****g sucked anyways. And now Mrs. Diary I must say I convinced Oscar we are on our way at dawn to join the resistance, I’m so excited I know these dreams meant something, Oscar is afraid to admit it, but he needs their help and I think I need it too and they might need ours. Who would not want an 8-foot muscular red horned devil on their team? As for me I went to outcasting people socially to wanting to connect to the last ones left.

Oscar speaks of an ancient being called the void as if a spider god and a giant tick were not enough. Nevertheless, at dusk he opens a portal, and we go to the year 2030 now that might be f*****g cool, according to Oscar we are dropping in Black star, Florida right smack in the middle of a battle between the angel and the creature with the resistance and the undead. Dear diary I hope to write in your beautiful pages again but if I don’t do not grieve for me as I died free, the old world never worked anyways this was bound to happen. So, without further or due and if your confused somehow get your hands on the soul king it is a book an ancient one that would explain this madness. But for those of you who are ready we shall continue the red apocalypse.

The Soul King 2

The Days of End