"Hear her scream
We call to your soul from the other side
We wish to speak, see you here
Come to us
Come to this mirror
I call you now, Trorruxon"
They said it continuously, over and over again, as I screamed painfully. It feels like their words are a sharp knife that is stabbing my body slowly.
I don't know what's happening to me, why I feel this pain... But one thing is for sure: their words are hurting me internally.
Trorruxon
Trorruxon
Trorruxon
They say continuously, like calling someone...
Nakakunot ang noo habang lumuluha. Hindi ko mapigilan!
The huge mirror in front of me suddenly change. Hindi na ako ang aninag sa salamin kung hindi ay isang anino.
Dahil sa nakikita ay napatigil ako at tumitig sa salamin.
Their voice grows louder, they keep on chanting a specific name.
Ang anino sa salamin ay dahan-dahang humarap sa akin. Dahil dito ay para akong natukop sa kandila...
Hindi siya tao kung hindi ay-
"Demonyo!" Takot na sigaw ko kasabay ng biglaang pagtulo ng luha ko.
Hindi dahil sa takot kung hindi dahil sa para akong sinusunog ng buhay habang naka-hawak parin sila sa'kin. Nahihihirapan narin akong huminga sa dulot ng init sa buong katawan.
He has thick horns on his head. His eyes are literally firing so does his hair. He has wings but half of it was burned and the other half is now burning.
Out of nowhere, I said, "F-father."
It was him.
Kahit sobrang lakas ng mga salita nila ay rinig na rinig ko parin ang bibigkas ng demonyo sa malaking salamin.
"Daughter, my little devil."
When he said that an image flashed through my eyes. A memory.
Para itong kidlat na dumadaan sa utak ko, sobrang bilis!
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A group of older people is surrounding me. They were wearing the same clothes, white dresses. In their hands, they have a rosary. Each of them.
I was tied up on the small bed inside an old room. They were chanting something.
Parang ang kanina lang, ang kinaibahan lang ay wala na ang init sa katawan.
"Trorruxon, Trorruxon
The ruler of the devil
We ask for forgiveness
For creating a war from beyond
We are here to give an offering"
I heard some sobs, loud sobs.
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Trenchant
Mistero / ThrillerLife has meaning, and so does death. Being alive is a gift, and knowing my death is a knife that is ready to cut my throat. I have eyes, yet I can't see any sign of life; I have a mouth, yet I can't seem to speak up; I have legs that can't be used t...
