The Journey 596

Category: demons

  • Keys

    Keys

    Gathering his stuff, a minimalist whose all belongings fit in two bags, a messenger bag for all his gadgets, a duffel bag with all his wardrobe. Walking down the stairs in the middle of the night, the shackles have been unlocked, the past burst into flames, white fire following his trail, and stopped at the front porch of the house, the fire screamed, shifting its form to those whom he have lost, dead people standing at the porch screaming with anger as he continued to walk away, every scream he heard makes his heart clutch, choking him out breath but just for a second. The scream grew fierce and load, he passed the end of the town, yet he can still hear the morbid screams.

    “Leaving town seemed like a good idea at the time”, he said to the bartender that never asked or showed interest in his story, he continued talking to the bartender for hours about the ifs and what could have happened if he had stayed for hours. After the buzz wore off and now that he is sober, he got up from the side of the road and continued walking, with no destination in mind nor a plan for that matter, walking an endless road, hoping to find what he desires the most; away, away from them all. At dusk as the sun touches the horizon creating a rippling effect in the sky of a light the burns dark orange, he found himself back at the bar talking to the bartender, this time talking about what is and what is yet to become, “this is unsettling” he said to the bartender mid sentence and continued his conversation like it was some sort of habit, that this is a normal thing that happens to anyone, an endless road surrounded by trees with no gas stations nor bars on sight yet he is now in a bar talking to the bartender. The bartender spoke, the man said “oh, he speaks!” the bartender said “well, of course sir. what brings you here this time do you crave some controlled human interaction?” replying to the bartender mockingly “I liked you better when I thought you were mute.” Waking up on the side of the road, not a single car has passed him, he walked, determined that there is something out there for him, something waiting for him, something that only he would know is the truth if he could find it.

    A unique relic, a key that holds great power, created by the old towns witch for entrapping human souls and for those who are by nature, unnatural, it is a weapon that could help them achieve anything that they desire. The Key of Life…..

  • Hello…Anybody…?

    Does it still work ?

  • Abandoned Soul

    In a town filled with fakes, wearing masks, hiding their true soul behind the image that the society has created for them. Conforming became the new happiness or otherwise, you shall be shunned. Given choices, none of which the soul truly likes. The soul has been ignored, trying to please others selfish needs, and so the pain became harder to endure, and soon the soul started to give in to hatred.

    Everything feels familiar, the air, the people, and even their actions became so predictable as if you are stuck in a story that repeats itself and never progressing. Fear ended when the soul gave in to hatred. Now that the soul has turned dark, the only way to feel nothing at all, shut down all emotions, and never have the anxiety of what others think about you; is to be true to yourself, find peace with who you really are, and believe in yourself, and as always work hard and do whatever it takes to achieve all your goals.

    Rewriting the story, resetting everything, avoiding the mistakes, and most importantly do not ignore your soul, believe in what you would like to be and do if anything should be ignored is the opinion of the people who never understand and would like everything to go by their rules.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Asylum

    It seems that I am still in the same loop, time is repeating itself, the situation has not changed. Returning back to the asylum, I was given a different cell but the sentence has not changed, I was an accessory in this dilemma where I had to choose between being selfish and selfless, and apparently, I had chosen wrongly, therefore I had been turned into a puppet.

    In quarantine our meals consist of rules, that must be forced into your life, and if you try to violate their rules, you will be embedded with a chip of the rules that you have defied. In here, your soul does not belong to yourself, it belongs to the warden. Everything is slipped away from you, your life, your dreams, and your passion. They are manipulating us, trying to convince us of the privilege that they are offering, making us forget the sacrifices that we made in order for them to gain strength; our souls have been taken.

    Happiness does not ring a bell, is it a myth, or is it a once in a lifetime experience that has not reached me it, and is not sure if it ever will.

  • Entities Of A Vessel

    Imagine the loss of something or someone that you really love and care about; it can be really hard to cope and move on. Trying to resolve, but finding the solution can be really difficult, for it requires great sacrifice. Moving on is not as easy as everyone thinks; it is the exact opposite. Meaning that you have to find peace with the loss and never look back unless to the happy memories to whom you have shared with. The pain here seems bearable, how about the one that you have lost is yourself?

    Two beings shared one vessel; the soul and man. The essence upon which one can feel and determine right from wrong, have fled, it is not the first actually, it happened in the past, but with the correct amendment, the man managed to convince the soul to return back. The first incident which led the soul to flee its vessel was because of the demonic path that he was on, and also because it contradicted with the man’s own principles; it seems as though he was tricked or simply under a spell. The soulless man, along with the darkness in him, in isolation, in a cell, away from all the creatures; trying to figure out the mistake that he has made.

    The oath has been broken, now that the man is on the same path but with the reincarnation of the demon that he was with. Change must occur if what the man is seeking is his soul. One cannot survive in a cell for a long time before he loses his mind. Restrained under a cruel ritual that made him break the oath between them; man and soul. In a stream of thoughts it came up to the man of what must be done in order to break the spell, compensate for the mistakes that he has caused, for the soul fled because of the pain that it has experienced, along with the man, but no more as the man pierced his rib cage and broke the wording so that the soul can return back to him safely without being controlled again.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Bloody Daggers

    Wandering around through nature, seeking its beauty. The soul isn’t fulfilled by the cruelty of mankind; their destruction and pollution are sickening, I’m retreating to the untouched island of the first human. The first land from which the humans spread like an epidemic disease without laying hands on its infrastructure as if it’s protected, worded so that humans won’t destroy it even if they could.

    The island hid after the humans left, behind the hurricanes of the Atlantic ocean where the paranormal happens; the ships and planes get sucked into the grave, for no other than the pure and righteous can get to the island. Took the sea as I left mankind behind me with their daggers covered in my blood, the wounds aren’t healing from betrayal and their laughter as they proceeded with their cruelty not realizing the pain that they cause to one’s soul.

    I am close, entering the fog, and soon the hurricanes appeared before the ship tearing it apart along with me. Washed on the shore of an island, not sure whether it is the one for the signs hasn’t yet appeared. The signs that shall let me pass through the barrier that is protecting it. The sun shimmering its rays towards my heart as if scanning it, looking for the slightest impurity; hatred, cruelty, and greed. The rays then clutched upon my soul, lifting me up as my body burnt to ashes, and inside the island, I was given a new vessel, a vessel that didn’t undergo through any sorrow nor betrayal.

  • Kindness, is it still a thing?

    This looks familiar, the seals are broken, the cycle has started; the curse has been unleashed. I don’t understand haven’t I moved on? I am doing it again, falling into a wormhole of events that I already lived; the soul is shivering and the heart is squeaking for it was a hardship that requires sacrifice that no one bears.

    Trapped, moving seems impossible, I am restrained. The chains are heavier and more powerful than before; it’s sucking my soul, I am shrinking. Through my journey I have met people who were on a quest to find happiness, given that I made it clear that happiness cannot be reached the way that they’re seeking it; for its a far complex thing than a destination, it is a spiritual experience can be achieved by having the characteristics of the righteous because only with these characteristics you will be able to endure the pain. For happiness comes with a great deal of sorrow; It makes everything around you as clear as a crystal.

    Swiftly, the stream is taking me towards its bank, or that’s what I thought. It’s testing me, trying to manipulate me, asking me to change. In disappointment, the tears fled from the eyes screaming “we are worried about you not the other way around.” So it became clear: People have changed and so to cope I too must become one of them. A story that begins with misery always ends with misery, however, it can always be altered into a happy ending but only if you have peace of mind.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Over The Edge

    Broken, yet again. How can I live with this, I cannot take it anymore. As pathetic as it sounds the miserable man who has seen nothing but misery since the moment he opened his eyes on this doomed planet we know as earth.

    Continued murmuring as he picked up the pieces of his shattered life and tend to the wounds of his soul, and of course the forgotten heart that was stabbed by non-other than love itself. “Every time I smile or even try to be happy, the world finds a way to obliviate the happiness from my life, killing all of my feelings, however instead of making me numb, it shatters my entire existence with its deadly obstacles, that are more of a torture than an obstacle. Nevertheless, I pick up my shattered self and move on, or at least I try, but the world seems to be unsatisfied with me, and therefore, it strikes me with its claws shredding the already shattered pieces making it harder for me to live.

    The signs are telling me that I should leave and that I do not belong; for I am wounded and unable to fulfill my purpose. So much for a purpose: enduring pain. An old fortress that was once unstoppable can now be destroyed with the slightest of a blow. “I am not giving up, not yet. I can still move on, but I am not sure if I can endure more, I think it will be that last….

     

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • The Fallen Nation

    Based on Experiment #1 by the scientist that goes by the name of Soul.

    4 years have passed, chances were presented to all fallen creatures, yet the results have not changed drastically. It is the same, no matter what you do, you will always be disappointed, for most of the creatures share the same spirit since their spirits are related somehow, the characteristics that loathed by many, yet practiced by themselves; selfishness, hatred.

    The chronicles of the wise are far from ending now since the tablet of the truth is lost. Lost in the ocean where the paths of demons and humans cross each other. The wizard took the ocean tracking the tablet’s energy pinpointing its exact location, which appeared to be exactly where he feared it to be, in the hands of the unworthy beast whom now controls all humanity.

    Now that the beast has the tablet, chaos shall pass upon the humans, hatred now runs through their veins not forgetting their cruelty, to begin with, greed rose bestowing selfish acts that shall bring pain to others, and here by others I mean the environment, animals, and the righteous people whom are struggling to survive in this world.

    “There Is Still Hope”

     

  • The Choice is Yours !

    My weary body cannot take any more damage. I am a wreck. My soul is beginning to fade with every cruelty that it experiences, thought that if I endured the pain I would become powerful, but it was too much for my vessel and its inhabitant.

    Every step I walk I could feel my body tearing apart, with every breath I take, I could taste the blood in my throat; of all the things that I have decided to suppress and never express; for it will do no good to anyone. The feelings are eating me alive. Feeding upon the goodness of my heart, for I have never hated nor been cruel to anyone. For the path that I have chosen forbids such evil sins to be committed. Broken like a shattered glass, to thousands of pieces, pieces of my life gone to waste, although it is not impossible to fix, I have decided to give up, for life has given up on me a long time ago.

    In the chronicles of misery, the boy wrote, about those who deserved better than this earth, that is filled with cruelty and hatred. To all those who suffered, there will be a time when you will come to realize that everything you went through was just an unpaved path towards your dream.