The Veil Between Worlds

Ch-1 what was it !

In the heart of the dense forest stood an ancient temple, its crumbling stones bearing witness to centuries of prayers and rituals. Locals whispered tales of dark magic practiced within its walls, and warned of the dangers that lurked beyond the veil between worlds.

Deep within the temple, a group of aghoris, ascetic practitioners of the occult, performed a forbidden ritual. They sought to harness the power of the soul, to commune with demons from the netherworld, and to wield forces beyond mortal comprehension.

As the night grew darker, the air thickened with an otherworldly chill. The aghoris chanted incantations in a language long forgotten, their voices echoing through the ancient halls. With each syllable uttered, the barrier between worlds weakened, and the shadows stirred with malevolent energy.

Unbeknownst to the aghoris, their ritual had awoken something ancient and hungry. From the depths of the abyss, a demon emerged, its form twisted and grotesque, its eyes burning with unholy fire. It hungered for souls to devour, and it sensed the presence of mortals ripe for the taking.

Outside the temple, a group of unsuspecting travelers stumbled upon the ancient ruins. Drawn by curiosity and a sense of adventure, they ventured inside, unaware of the darkness that awaited them within.

As they explored the temple's labyrinthine corridors, they felt a sense of unease creeping over them, as if unseen eyes watched their every move. The air grew colder, and the sound of distant chanting echoed through the halls.

Suddenly, they came face to face with the aghoris, their bodies adorned with ashes and bones, their eyes glowing with an unholy light. The travelers tried to flee, but it was too late. The aghoris had already begun their ritual, and the demon stirred in the shadows, eager to claim its prey.

With a bloodcurdling scream, the demon lunged forward, its claws slashing through the air. The travelers fought desperately for their lives, but they were no match for the unholy creature unleashed by the aghoris' dark magic.

As the last of the travelers fell to the ground, their souls torn from their bodies, the demon let out a triumphant roar. The aghoris watched in awe as the demon feasted upon the souls of the fallen, its hunger temporarily sated.

But little did they know, the veil between worlds had been torn asunder, and the darkness they had unleashed would soon consume them all. For in the realm of the soul, demons lurked, waiting for the moment when mortals dared to tread where they did not belong. And in the heart of the ancient temple, the horror had only just begun.