Dishonor From Nightmares

Chapter 4

Lucifel's head turned, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the woods in the distance. A frown tugged at his lips, a harbinger of his thoughts. With deft hands, he adjusted the chest-mounted camera, ensuring its functionality. His lips curved into a mischievous grin before he stepped into the woods, a calm hum accompanying his every step. Liquid courage from a bottle of vodka coursed through his veins as he ventured deeper into the heart of the forest.

The scene that met his eyes was one of sadistic chaos—a seven-foot, faceless creature, its gruesome appetite sated by the carnage it wrought. A macabre dance of death played out before him, eliciting a wicked spark in Lucifel's eyes. He licked his lips, a sinister thrill driving him forward. He hurled the bottle without hesitation, watching it shatter against the creature's skull.

The creature's immediate response was a whirlwind of motion pivoting towards Lucifel. He turned on his heels and raced away, the beast's pursuit hot on his heels. The forest seemed to shrink around him as the relentless chase continued. Lucifel's breath was ragged with every step.

His heart pounded against his ribs as he darted behind a tree, panting a discordant rhythm. "Don't you give me this bullshit heart issue now," he growled under his breath, his determination unwavering. His gaze shifted upwards, a creeping shadow heralding the creature's presence.

A swift and unexpected tentacle lashed out, striking Lucifel with force. The creature's hand followed, attempting to seize its prey. With fierce resolve, Lucifel sank his teeth into the creature's finger, a desperate bid for freedom. He rolled away, clutching a knife as he surged to his feet.

The chase continued each heartbeat a drumroll of determination. Lucifel led the creature on a harrowing race until the landscape shifted, revealing a graveyard. In a calculated move, he sprinted towards the cemetery, seeking refuge. With a gasp, he scanned the surroundings, urgency etched into his features.

Amid the encroaching creaks of the cemetery gate, Lucifel's instincts surged. He lunged, his hand grappling the creature's collar as his knife found its mark in a swift strike.

The creature's snarl fueled Lucifel's determination, his knife slashing at its visage, his smirk embodying defiance. His confidence wavered only when a rock crashed into his skull, his defiance unraveling as he crumpled under the impact.

A tentacle coiled around his neck, the pressure constricting his airway as he was lifted into the air. Pain blossomed as another tentacle erupted from his shoulder, staining his hoodie with crimson blood and ribbons of flesh. His every gasp for air was met with resistance, his struggles futile against the creature's grasp.

A guttural snarl punctuated the battlefield, a symphony of fury and pain. His fingers fumbled until they found purchase on an identical tombstone. With a shattered gravestone in hand, rage ignited within him. He slashed at the tentacles that sought to ensnare him, his knife an extension of his defiance.

His knife plunged into the creature's stomach in a final, desperate gambit. Simultaneously, a tentacle impaled his other shoulder, his cries of agony merging with the creature's roars. The battlefield became a tapestry of violence, their shared anguish painting a scene of brutal struggle.

Despite the agony, Lucifel's grip remained unyielding. He severed tentacles, his vision clouded with pain and fury. The creature's roar echoed through the air, a symphony of resistance that resonated within him. His every movement was a testament to his will, a declaration of his unbroken spirit.

His helplessness became starkly evident as the beast's tentacles snaked around his hands. The force of impact slammed him against a tree, a branch piercing his abdomen. A sigh of anguish escaped him, accompanied by a cough that expelled a spatter of blood.