Merlett: The BloodFairy Romance

Unexpected Trip To Wonderland, part 2

Mevrik was getting high the entire time while waiting for Zachary to get out of the JÓSDA. He used up 1 joint of the "stronger" material that he got earlier. It has showed it's effects almost immediately. His vision, altough, was not blurry at all, it was rather clear, like a lake, hidden deep up a mountain, that was not touched by humanity (and all other creatures of this world). He saw tiny dots dancing around, growing into humans, speaking about some nonsense, then these humans growing even larger, to the point that Mevrik saw the creation of the Multiverse itself. He was astonished by this experience, henceforth he did not want it to end at all. But in the midst of this chaos, he could see a familiar silhuette.
Zachary was standing there.
"That fucker finally got out, time to get his little secrets."
Mevrik made 2 steps towards the ranger, and with him, the town started to dance. Realizing this, he stopped, and shouted:
- ZACHARYYYYY, HEEEEYYYYYY!!!! - and waved. Zachary slowly turned around; like he was previously occupied. Mevrik could see the usual annoyed look on the ranger's face. And that his eyes were a bit bloodshot.
- What? - and with this, Zachary moved closer to Mevrik.
- You knoooow, the old lady, what did she say to you?
Zachary freezed for a moment. Mevrik was not sure why. All of them had shared their personal prophecies with each other, why couldn't he?
- I had a reason to keep it for myself. Please, respect it. - something was not right. His voice, his words... mysterious, in the wrong way. Mevrik was not sure of the exact nature of this, but regardless, he did what he is best at; szarkeverés (bocsi, muszáj volt xd).
He focused on Zachary's mind. On the surface, he could only sense hints of sadness, and rage. "Maybe Zachary got something he did not like? It could be."
Then, he focused on more...

Suddenly, Mevrik found himself in near complete darkness. The air was stale, and moldy. He searched around with his hands, to find Zachary, but to no success. Instead, he found what he believed was a wall of a house on the streets. But it was somehow wet. He smelled his fingers; just regular water. Strange. He tried to look around some more, but found nothing. Then, he heard a scream.
A scream of a grown man. But not Zachary.
"Holy shit, this joint really messes up my..."
The he realized. He was not in the 'real' world anymore. He was in a memory. The spell worked. As soon as he made this realization, he tried to turn around, and took a step. He was standing in some kind of liquid, that made a splashy sound. He reached down with his hands;
Blood.
He was standing in a pool of blood.

He slowly turned around. One, singular lamp was illuminating this pool he was standing in; along with a woman and a small child, no more than 8 years old.
And numerous corpses. All in different stages of decomposing. Some missed hands, some faces, either way, Mevrik was horrified. The lamp was slightly illuminating a staircase as well, the child was standing at the base of it. The woman was facing the child. She had long, black hair, but it was not covering up her face at all. She looked young, somewhere in her 30's perhaps. Her face was rather pretty. Feminime, but with strong features, and vibrant, green eyes. Altough her eyes; there was something off about them. Like piercing arrow bolts, aimed at one's soul...
Between her, and the child, was one corpse. Behind the woman; the rest. Mevrik could not count them. There were so many.
The woman slowly took a step towards the child. Mevrik could not see his face, but it was clear that the kid was horrified. The woman then spoke in a calming, kind voice:
- Oh, gosh, my dearest, did mommy scare you? - she looked genuinely concerned. She took another step towards the child, and continued:
- Don't worry, buggy, it's fi...
- Why is daddy sleeping like that? - asked the child, with a tone of fear, and pointed towards the corpse that was between him and his mom. Mevrik could hear the kid was crying. The corpse was definitely a male, in his late 30's or early 40's. He was facing directly at Mevrik. His face was stubble, but well kept, with a strong jawline, and deep brown eyes. Mevrik could imagine this man smiling; he surely had a kind gaze. But now, the corpse's eyes were full with only emptiness. And his face; the grimmace of death.
The woman stopped. Her face flinched for a moment, but she continued:
- Don't worry, my darling. He... he is alive, see? - she made some hand gestures; her eyes slowly turned from the vibrant green to a mix of velvet red and deep purple. The corpse slowly stood up. It was waving at the boy, making an unnervingly wide smile at the same moment. But it's eyes were still dead.
- Mom, please... what is happening? - the boy sounded even more broken then some seconds ago. He was crying uncontrollably now. The women, seeing that her tricks did not work the way she intended, stopped the corpse. She took another step closer to the child (Mevrik was sure now that they did in fact not seen him at all), now standing almost in front of him:
- Oh, my sweetest... - her voice changed. She got rid of the calming tone; some ethereal, deep voice took it's place. - ... there is so much you don't understand. Yet. - she smiled, and it was the most unnerving smile Mevrik had ever seen. The child probably tried to back down, but he couldn't move from fear. The woman continued:
- These people were... bad. - Mevrik could sense thatt he woman was clearly lying. But he could not guess why. - They tried to hurt us, my son. But they can no longer do that. - she smiled again, as she stepped closer to the kid. Said kid was broken to his core, Mevrik could sense, and hear it. The child was breathing rapidly, couldn't even focus on to cry; fear overwhelmed his tiny mind. Even Mevrik watched in horror.
- Your dad... well, unfortunately, he turned against us as well. But don't worry. We are still here for each other. You only have to take my hand. - she reached out for the boy, but he did not react. This visibly angered the woman:
- Take my hand, or go along with your father, Zachy.
"Zachy?
...
Oh my god..."
The boy still stood still. The woman smiled again, perhaps even more unnervingly than the previous times:
- Mommy still loves you. Just take my hand.
At this moment, Mevrik felt something. Like a primordial force making it's way through him, towards the kid. Alas, he could not see anytinhg, but he knew something made it's way to this very basement; and into the boy. The boy, who shouted:
- YOU ARE NOT MY MOM! - and with it, he took up the lamp, and threw it at his mother. She screamed, as the fire started to eat up her clothes, and slowly, her skin as well. Screamed on the tone a thousand voices, tortured by eternity. And with her, the puppeted corpse of the father; and the other as well. Those, who had no face left, gurgled up blood from their throats, but still contributed to their master's wicked symphony. The boy ran up the staircase, never looking back...