Short Stories for busy people

CRIMSON DESCENT

In the secluded town of Ravensbur, nestled deep within the shadowy forest, existed a forgotten cult whose dark rituals and insatiable hunger for power knew no bounds. The cult members worshipped a malevolent deity known only as Sanguis, the blood God. Legend had it that every 10 years, during the night of the blood moon, the cult would perform a horrific ritual to appease Sanguis. The air would thicken with the suffocating aura of evil.

As the night of the blood moon approached, whispers echoed through the town, warning of the impending darkness, but the villagers were unaware of the true horror that awaited them.

It was on this fateful night that the cult unleashed a wave of uncontrollable rage upon Ravensburg. People gasped in terror as crimson rivers of blood flowed through the streets, transforming the town into a gruesome slaughterhouse. The brutal sacrifice of innocent lives was an offering to awaken Sanguis from his eternal slumber. Blood-soaked screams resonated through the night as the cult members revelled in their sadistic acts. Their faces twisted into derranged masks of ecstacy, fueled by the ontoxicating power coursing through their veins.

In the heart of Ravensburg stood Clara, a young and determined woman, her face etched with fury and boldness to rid her town of this abhorrent menace. She refused to be another casualty of their insidious rituals again. Armed with relics passed down through generations of her family, Clara ventured deep into the forest where the cult's hidden lair lay concealed. With each step, she could sense the presence of malevolence growing stronger, drawing her closer to her destiny, her confrontation with Sanguis himself.

Inside the lair, Clara's eyes widened at the sight before her. The walls dripped with blood and at the cemtre of the ghastly chamber stood a colossal statue of Sanguis, adorned with crimson robes, oozing with sacrificial essence. It was then that Clara's determination soared, unleashed in a torrent of rage. She engaged in a battle with the cult members, using her wits, agility, and the relics bestowed upon her.

As the struggle intensified, Clara channelled her inner power and confronted Sanguis with a determination yet unseen in the eyes of any mortal who had challenged him before. Whispers of ancient incantations filled the air as the young woman fought to sever the immortality of the malevolent deity. With one final blood-soaked scream, Clara delivered a fatal blow that shattered the now fleshy statue to pieces, dowsing the room in a metaphorical sea of Sanguis' blood.

As the statue crumbled, the power of the blood God vanished, shattering the cults deadly grip on Ravensburg forever. Taking her final breath, she whispered, "Finally, we are among peace."

The night receeded, leaving behind the echoes of desperate cries and shattered dreams. Though the scars would remain, the town of Ravensburg would rise from the ashes, forever changed by the horrors they faced. But Clara would forever bear the mark of her confrontation, a celtic looking cross now etched into her chest, a symbol of her sacrifice and the strengths she drew upon to conquer the abyss, the town buried her with gold and silver, flowers and fauna and more.

In the years to come, the tale of Ravensburg and the extraordinary resilience of it's people would echo through generations, a reminder of the darkness that can be overcome when one's soul burns with unyielding rage.