A Glitch in the Mystical Order

Self Coronation

‘This…. this think is a true glutton’.

There no change in it even after absorbing my aurora like drinking water, I know that if it drink it all, I will cease to exist, because that is the embodiment of myself but Ican’t  let it be so I have to stop it, although I couldn’t feel fear or anything else but I still have sense of preservation, waiting this bottomless hole suck me dryuntil it will be satisfied is not an option.

I willed my will to charge forward and reck havoc inside that glue matter, my aura is still solid and pure, but this time I defused it with my will in top of its power not to probe or discover, nor to defend or to pull it back but to go forward and attack, despite feeling my aura getting weaker by the second, I will not give up, my zombified shell starting to c***k  while my eye socket is full of dark smoke that not a smoke, solid and pure black but still maintain its gaseous form.

‘If you want it all, here it is, I’m not going to be killed again without a fight….not again’ my thoughts gives my will a last boost and the cracks started to accumulate faster while the the damn matter starts to rotate slowly , instead of it get explode however, my shell explode, and the rotation of that thing continue to get faster and bigger, no… not bigger but closer and closer, until it hit my head and stop it rotation than like a wax that get milted by a hot flame it melted and assimilate it self to me, I become bigger, my foggy self not anymore, I become more solid, and a sadden feeling of extension overwhelm me, not to my self but beyond, it’s the same feeling as I make some my aura travel outstide my body to give me feed back of any information that it comes across but more clearer and its range is huge, but its not an abstract feeling, its like I can controle anything and everything in that range, I consentrate in that deeling more, and let it overwhelm me, than that feeling  strack melike a barrier that get smached and then as fast as it come, a heavy  wight get off my sholders , I felt lighter and calmer, I can feel the snakes below me and see every movements they made, like a connection of sort, that had been created long time ago not fresh one that was established moments ago or hours, I stopped guessing time, intent, the why’s since I come in this place, and started thinking of the how’s after siting in this stone thrown.However it may seems, this is an apportunity that I will never miss, an opportunity to reash greatness.

Esspecially when that matter fused to my being, and allow’s me controle over a part of this realm, to chape a segment of  the lake under me to my desire, this segment however is approximly a kilometer in linch and 3 kilometer in hight, with only 3 snake under my controle, I forcebly try to controle more than three at the same time, but I can’t reach them, or touch them, its like a barrier blocks my way, I even tried to controle a separate snake other than those that I hae connection with but to no avail.

  I stoped trying for now and willed  3 snakes to come out of this lake, one head after another come out of it, then followed by the rest of their bodies, I willed my aura to penetrate their mind to see if they can thing or feel, or searching their memories for any reliable information that can answer some of my urgent yet predictable questions, but all I’ve got is that those snakes started to glow and then chrink to an inbeleiveble speed until they become three specs of shining lights, dark blue like the deapest  part of an oscian, full of liveness  but devoited of life.

 I try to inspect it more in deph inside then it was revealed, an intersection door ley before me  inside this speck of light, I try to open it but my aura fazed through it like a hot knif cutting butter, what comes next is not my eary home but corpesscuteredor aroud me, some of them had their arms severed and others their legs, while some stubbed to death, and a few with no head, all of this is secondery for me, because its seems like I’m in a battelfeild in a greenery hill full of blood and its scent of death that follow.

‘The smell of negative thoughts and despaire filled the air, its temting and it fulfilled my craving, its been a long time enjoing this feeling, I almost forget how its taste’. he smilingly said to himself or it self while allowing those energy dancing around him, he inhale and sucked it all than moved to deferent locations where those delisious emotion have a strong presence.

Peoples in their dying breath produced more good stuff but it mixed with hope that may be someone will rescue him and then live again which gives a nasty taste, while the dead have a complete obsession aura mixed with regret and anger, and a lot of fear, yet it is thin, large part of it faded and get recycled in nature to birth balance and equilibrium.

However, all in all it’s a wonderful sight for him, this intoxicated feeling kept him astray for an important questions which is why this flicker of light have him here and how to goes back, although this aura mixed with the extension of his will, it still part of his power that it will be a waist to loose it in this situation.

Those corps are wearing some leather suite like armor, swords and spears, arrows are everywhere down here, crows hovering upward in the sky, squeaking with their ugly sounds, but none of them comes down which is weird because usually they should eating and enjoying the fresh meat although human but obviously they don’t care, a feast await for their arrival, while the fight still over, and the winning party is clearing the battlefield for any survivor while burying their kinsmen, that doesn’t mean some of those curious creatures by natures boldly descend in this goury ground stealing some flesh and intestines.

Yet they hovering in the sky in circles like a child greeting his father after not seeing him for a long time or a courageous weakling warning the world from evil that has already comes, looking at those stupid feathered animals acting like this, a sudden idea take shape and a grim reaper with his scythe wearing a long black hoody, with some dark fog swirling around him.

Inside the hoody, there is two bright green flames like eyes gazing at the horizon, while his bony fingers holding his scythe that look like a crescent moon with its edge that look like it  being sharpened by a mountain, and its other  wooding half looking filthy and old, a big contrast but being held by a creature that look like he is going to make the world get flooded in the river of styx, andyour only way is the underworld.

The ugly sound of crows become louder and their movements become faster but still in circles they obliged their flight, its give this being a startling effect of awe and resignation, while he looking for a dying human with strong willpower to live despite the undeniable fact that he will die.

Seeing those negative energy follow him wherever he goes, gives him a feeling of satisfaction, absorbing some and tracking for the perfect candidate until he feel something, somehow a feeble pulse  attracted him, it produce a much bitter smell of hope, but a greater aura of  fear, pulsing toward him like the waves of seas , irregular but consistent, his fear of perishing here overcome his hope of living, yet both are strong.

While following the holder of this emotions and this kind of feeling, a funny sound was heard, a giggling faint scream like a hyaena that get cut in her stomach and eaten alive with a splashing sound wasproduced from struggling create a stronger force from a weaker ability.

A bloodied man, with bothhis hands severed and an arow that was stuck in his throat, a sword being held like a supporting stick to stand up, using the commotion of the crows to sneak out while those lived in the field are distracted and beholding this frightening sight in memory.

The struggling didn’t stop, but his momentum is becoming weaker and weaker the longer he persist, and in frond of him is a the horrifying grim reaper with his soul devouring scythe, looking at him stiving to live, but for what is in frond of him, he is not different from a fish out of water,  striving for survival, forcing itself to breathe but to no avail but feverlesslly trying to live.

While this poor man fighting for his live, two green like eyes looking at him like a snake stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect time to attack, that it come sooner than expected, his handless arms laying in the muddy blood of his that stops moving but still shivering , his eyes colors of vitality start fading and his blood stops coming out of his body.

In his dying breath, something felt wrong, he still can think and see himself from above, he yelled at himself to wake up, but no voice come up, he try to shake his body but his hand that still attached to his body fazed through ,so he try to  command it to move but his body didn’t obey him to move, desperation and fear overwhelm him, he can feel himself in the process of perishing, no valckery here to take him to valhala, not even hell of the Christians around him, only seezing to exist.

However an shackle was heard behind him, he turns around and a hooded monster with a skull head with a terrifying scythe greeted him, looking at the inferno like eyes paralyzed him and stops any attempt of moving, or escaping, he can’t speak but he is still has the power  to think, but he only has one thought in his mind while liking at the abyss that preparing itself to devour him,’ Death is here to deal with me’.

“Do you want to live? Nod if yes or perish otherwise”. A booming voice that can flip mountains upside down and shaking seas almost destroy him, so there is no mind-blowing reaction considering his situation, he just followed his desire and nods automatically without thinking than darkness swallowed him hole.

Brightness bellow, and the darkest void you can never imagine is above, a thrown of stone stand like a stony mountain  erect mightily like a solid pagoda holding the heaven from falling down, siting in it is a creature with the majestic air that can overthrown any king or emperor.

what beneath his  thrown is a table long enough to hold thirteen chairs, the third of them in the right side of this table is occupied by a dazed certain  handless human who got his hand back when he steps in this realm, the woozy state  is not caused by an intense shock and disbelieve but he was frozen in mind and soul and body, al thoughts of him are blocked from being processed by  his brain, his body however was the skinless snake doing after that flick of light brought his soul here, its transform back to its former shape and  started coiling his soul while forming his flesh to his original form that he used to live with in his world until it assimilate completely with him, but the connection with the being in the thrown is still there, with but a thought and this snake will devour this poor fella’s soul.