Gateway To Hell : Guardian

Chapter 3: Hellbound and Heartless

I stand out here in the pouring rain as the darkened clouds cover the sky and engulf the sun in a sea of night.  Thunder and lightning strike paths through the sky like jets of white.  I stand at the gates to my family’s manor and I can hear the voices of my relatives, my aunts and uncles crying and asking the police if they have found my body or any trace of me.  I can hear my aunt cry when she hears that they have not found my body or any sign of me and it breaks my heart but I cannot go home and I know why.

I remember that night like it was yesterday and the wound is still fresh in my heart.  The pain is still there a dull ache in my undead soul.  I know that I’m not strong enough to stay away from the place.  My mind drives me insane at the mere thoughts of the time I shared with my family while they were still alive.  I know they will search for me until the day they take their last breaths of life into their bodies. The worst part is that they will never see me again because I refuse to return to that manor ever again.

I know all too well what will happen again if I do return.  The events of that fateful night will replay endlessly until I’m the last person left in my family.  I guess this is what the elders meant when they talked about the curse of a thousand souls.  The curse was meant to last an eternity and the person who was said to bare it would live a life of solitude and know what it feels to lose everything dear to them.  They would live forever but at a terrible cost and not one chosen by them but laid upon them by the gods.  This curse was set forth by the god of death himself, the only one able to control life and death, one who thrives on the pain of others and truly knows loss and rejection.  His curse only comes forth once every hundred years and it is passed down to his heir, the child that will live the life he was never given.  I guess that person is me seeing as I never knew my real dad, I was adopted at a very young age. No one knew how I came to their doorstep; I just appeared in a cradle wrapped in a black and silver blanket.  The only words on the letter attached to my cradle said “Please, take care of her because I can’t and she is my legacy, her name is Raven Isabelle Nightshade.”  Signed EMERIS . I close my eyes and let my mind take me back into my mind I let reality fade away as I dive backwards into my sick and twisted nightmare world. I let my fears run ramped and release my tight hold on my sanity, I need to just let myself go deep inside myself and for once I don’t like what comes bubbling to the surface at all.