Heir of Hell

As when the evening draws in closer, the air becomes frigid all over entirely once more. And the great dominant sun may be about to descend, however the elusive but dazzling crescent moon has still yet to emerge. Often choosing to conceal in dense clouds, which are rarely dispersed by the pleasant breeze from the vast heaven and immense oceans. This same illumination quietly fades back into the shadows, whereas darkness will arise and reign supreme over, the sphere anew. I have been like this for a long time, and every moment always seemed the same. Often feeling blue and confused. But I greatly prefer to be out there and am constantly drawn into the abusive world. However, though I wouldn't want to be lonely, living far from the stars fills me with both warmth and peace. It is indeed unpleasant and complicated, but I'm all for this. Even as the darkness embraces and lovingly wraps my entire body, as well as the night's frost threatens to last forever. All of this felt almost as if the past were chasing me, a deja vu, and thus the future blocks me from reaching its walls. Until that one day became two, turned into three, perhaps four, and now five. Those days grew into weeks. Weeks turn into months, that also blossom towards years. But nothing about my life has changed. And now that the set shall begin in earnest yet again. The collision of darkness and light is indeed a scene I admire yet dread. Heaven's wrath will be spewed forth on the ground, and angels' blood will then be shed, bringing the flood and deluge which might creep and swallow the whole world. The heavens will then be teased with fire as well, and the molten diamond lake's gate will indeed be unsealed. As the entrance opens, something mythical beast arises. I felt taken aback and did not even know what else I was going to do, that I am driven to choose whether to flee amidst my helplessness and absence of power. And whatever I make shall return towards the realm of death, which would be home with demons and immoral souls. I was at a loss as to how to cope and had been struggling. It's become nearly impossible to walk through as my feet grew heavier. But there's no chance I could cease as there are so many hands that are waiting and keep on reaching towards me. Until I just went along with the flow of fate. For I remember that no matter how hard I resist, I would still be powerless. And so as I stopped running and fled, my cloudy vision regained clearer. Then was being startled by an elderly woman who'd been rapidly approaching me, her grin growing wider and wider until it met her pointed ears. Though I remained lifeless, I had been trying to flee and survive. As she approached me, her hairs began falling off, and almost all of her limbs went elongated and elastic, leaving her flesh to erode slightly and allowing blood to flow. Her face began to fade, like such a fog burnt either by sun's rays. Until she slowly came closer. And now, there is an old woman without a face in front of me, with lengthy hands and keen nails, and a rags-like gown which thus appears as ashes whenever you gaze longer at it. And it devoured me with all of its strength, like just a wild beast inside the thicket of a vast forest. I want to fight, but I have no strength. It ravaged my flesh and dug its claws into my soul. And it ripped apart my hands and feet with her sharp claws, that you'd believe from a katana. The heated air blasted and flew away, having turned my parts all to ashes. My entire body went numb, and I really can not sense the horror or sorrow any more. And then the landmass went black, as I seemed as if I had been falling towards eternal nothingness. In the midst of the gloom, yet, I hear a voice crying out now to me. Repeatedly, and again after a moment. I was called in a worried tone by a familiar voice. And then, someone slapped me slightly harder. I didn't have the strength I wanted and needed, yet I still pushed myself to resist. Suddenly my eyes were opened, and I found my aunt, who'd been visibly distressed. I quickly turned to get up, exhausted and seeking my breath. My throat felt dry, and I was struggling to talk, that's why I couldn't respond to all of my aunt's questions. Auntie hurriedly got up and rushed to the kitchen, coming with a glass of water in her hand. "Here's the water!" She worriedly exclaimed. I took it right away and gulped it down. "Oh, take it easy Luke!" she added. "What's going on? You're screaming and asking for help while you're asleep," she stated. I was shocked and couldn't think of anything to say. As my bad dream has held me trembling with dread until now. "Are you okay?" she inquired, but all I did was stare at her. "You always sleep here in the living room, that's why you're having nightmares!" exclaimed my aunt as she swapped my sweaty hair. I'm still not in the right state of mind after a few more moments. I remained anxious and couldn't communicate properly with her. "Excuse me for a moment, I'll just call your cousin," my aunt had said as she rose up. "Just let me know if you need anything!" she spoke as she walked away and began dialing a phone number. Then I just stared at my hand, then flexed my fingers, and observed it. Due to the sheer nightmares that kept coming back, I was still a little shaky. Something I regularly ignore, believing it's merely because I'm tired from working and studying. Aunt Rose has indeed been looking after me since my parents died in the fire. It felt as though the flowers had lost the garden of my life when they disappeared. But then, she taught and loved me as if I were her own child. With her son Austin, who is my cousin, she took great care of me and raised me well. Auntie told me that Austin was just a baby when my uncle abandoned them and moved to live with another woman, so I was impressed by Aunt Rose's perseverance, as well as her diligence in working hard despite the fact that she has no spouse to aid her, but only my cousin Austin and I. That's why I balance my job and studies in order to assist with household bills and expenses. Because even if Austin is now a nurse, his income isn't yet well enough for our daily basis. I am a senior in high school and 17 years old, as well as will graduate the following year. However, I intend to delay college in order to work and save first. Since, Auntie can't afford to educate me yet she only makes a modest living selling fish at the marketplace. That's why, occasionally, I'll just make a means for myself to have a project purchase as some pocket money too. Then suddenly my attention was drawn to my aunt, who seemed to be very worried while continuing to phone my cousin. Until I looked down at my shattered watch and found that it was already 3 a.m. That's why Aunt Rose is nervous and unsure of where she's walking as she moves aimlessly through our terrace. Austin is usually home early, so it's strange that he hasn't returned yet. And if he has an O.T. or goes out with his friends, he always informs us so we are aware and will not become worried. "Perhaps he's with his friends," I said tiredly, trying to ease Aunt Rose's worries. "And maybe his cellphone has a low battery, keeping you from contacting him!" I added. She came to a halt and stared at me, her sad eyes expressing her deep concern and worry. Until she walked up to me, sat down, and slowly lowered the cellphone she had been holding. "You make a good point, but I just can't seem to get rid of my worries!" she sighed. I simply smiled somewhat and lightly caressed her back to ease her sadness, now she seems to calm. "By the way, how are you feeling?" my aunt asked. For a brief moment, I was mute, but afterwards I began talking again. "Yes, I'm fine now; it's passed; just forget about it; perhaps it's just because I'm exhausted," I said, smiling. I couldn't tell Aunt Rose everything about the nightmare, though if I wished to. Because I know it's not the perfect moment, and I know it would simply just add to her worries, especially now that my cousin hasn't returned home for no apparent reason, causing her to be particularly bothered so much. Until I was driven to slowly start standing up till I felt like peeing, regardless of the fact that I wasn't all that strong enough due to that bad dream. "Wait a moment Auntie, I will just go to pee, then I'll come back and wait for Austin with you!" I said as I started to walk away, while aunt Rose calmly smiled back. Her expression, however, was still tinted with worry. On the other hand, denying the reality that I have not yet gone quite far, I have such a strange feeling. Mainly since I was near the kitchen. The peculiar air drove my hairs up all across my skin, as if I was chilled. I'm not sure what it might be, but I feel a disturbing and unwanted presence within our home right now. And as I was about to walk into the CR and touch the door knob whenever it suddenly unlocked and cracked. At the very same instant, the cold wind blew again, chilling my whole body. Then I found Austin that frightened me even more when the CR door was opened which as well made my limbs trembled. He, like the old woman in my nightmare, appears to lack a face. His uniform was shredded and dripping with blood, and he was holding his heart. And his pale body is slowly extending and stretching, turning him into a slender man. He little by little turned to face me and intended to attack, so I stepped back and fell due to the slippery floors. I was at a loss as to what to do for my soul was flooded with terror and fear. He sought to get deeper towards me, and that he only succeeded in penetrating me. Suddenly, he vanished in an instant, like a mist. Yet, I overheard him whispering the word "bad luck" in the wind. As I heard something fall and break, followed by Aunt Rose's scream, which makes me more frightened. So I got up and went to check upon my aunt. Until I found her sobbing and plucking the shards off my cousin Austin's shattered photo frame one by one. I rushed up to Aunt Rose and hugged her because I knew she was worried and scared that something terrible had happened to my cousin. "Don't worry, everything will be fine; everything that we have to do now is pray and trust God to guide him!" I exclaimed, tears welling my eyes as I embraced her. I am now at a blank for how to tell Aunt Rose about just what I'd seen. Because I'm certain of what I saw, and I know I'm not confused. I'm sure, it was a vision and a clear warning that something dreadful was going to happen to Austin. And even though I know it's wrong, I still can't tell Aunt Rose everything because I know she will just become more frightened. My visions started when I was just eight years old. There, I saw my friend, who'd been drenched to the verge of decomposition, and that only a day afterwards, I heard that he would have drowned. As, comparable to this incident, I had a dreadful vision before our house burned down and my parents died. I once had nightmares about our house being on fire in the middle of the woods. My parents, on either end, peered out our window, and likewise they have no faces but for a cry for aid. So now I'm scared, since I'm sure that my visions can't go wrong. I felt afraid concerning Austin, especially upon seeing him faceless and even being told that I am a bad luck. Fear filled my whole body with despair. Something horrible was going to happen, though neither Aunt Rose nor I could see it clearly. Thus I got back up and tried to call my cousin Austin, and yet all I got was a ringing line and no one responded. Auntie also stood up and began dialing my cousin's phone once more, with fear and panic evident on her face. As I couldn't tell her about my vision, all I can do is help her contact Austin. When I looked at my aunt, she was sobbing. It saddens me that I was aware of what could happen yet was powerless to prevent it. Because I know she'll merely become much more confused, and perhaps she won't believe me in any way. Until I thought of just texting my cousin. Although Aunt Rose remains distressed and uncertain as of what to do, she holds the shattered picture frame with Austin's photograph. Then I was both pleasantly surprised to see my cousin respond to my SMS. So I told my aunt about it, who was on the edge of sobbing, right away. "Aunt Rose, Austin replied to my text!" I shouted, eagerly. "What did he say? Is he okay? Where is he? Did he tell you?" my aunt said it means the process as she rapidly approached me. When I opened the text message, unfortunately, everything I found was a chain message. "Share this on to twenty people if you still want to see your cousin safe and sound!" said the post. I ain't sure whether I'll laugh or be worried whenever I read the chain mail from my cousin. Aunt Rose was taken aback and I noticed a hint of fury on her face. "Let's just go to sleep, Luke, and don't pay more attention to your cousin! That man is just fooling around again!" my irritated aunt exclaimed to me as she abruptly fled and headed to her bedroom. I sat back down and stared at the picture of my cousin that my furious aunt had left on the table. Since I am aware and certain about it, apparent warnings are present in my vision. Aunt Rose, on either side, seemed right in her prediction that my cousin might just be fooling around again. So I just ignored him as my Auntie told me and went back to our sofa and lied, feeling tired. And as I lay down and stared at the ceiling, confused about what my visions signified. If this is accurate, I do have the ability to foresee the future. And if that's real, I won't be able to forgive myself if something happens that once again I knew was coming but did nothing to prevent it. I'd slept off yet once more, but I could see Austin going to pass through the burning gate in my head. Until I heard Aunt Rose on the first floor screaming. I leapt to my feet and raced to my Auntie. I found her kneeling and wailing in front of our open gate. "Aunt Rose, what happened?", I wearily asked. But even as I came closer, I was shocked by what I had seen, which struck me with horror. I was exposed to the lying soulless body of my cousin. His flesh has been scorched and revealed, but its head hath missing. And then my legs had weakened towards the situation where I was on my knees. I became numb, as if my soul had withdrawn from my body as a result of my despair. Since I'm well aware that I shouldn't neglect my vision, as it was my mistake, there was nobody else to blame but me alone. That maybe it is indeedly conceivable, that I am a rotten luck omen.