A wide underground space opened up before her like a gaping jaw of some ancient beast.
Juny felt a chill as her Space Awareness activated, painting the whole place clearly.
The place was vast and cathedral-like, the vaulted ceiling was supported by tall towering columns made of black stone.
The pillars seemed to pulse faintly with crimson, as if alive.
The walls were carved with corrosive symbols, their deep grooves glowing with a sickly, blood-red light that cast flickering shadows across the hall.
The air was heavy and oppressive, thick with the stench of rotting flesh and the metallic tang of blood.
Pools of dark, stagnant liquid formed in uneven recesses of the cracked stone floor, reflecting the crimson glow above like ponds of blood.
The sound of dripping water, or maybe blood, sounded endlessly.
Juny could hear echoing, distant chanting that seemed to come from the walls themselves.
At the center of the cavern was a massive circular altar of obsidian color.
Its surface clearly covered with fresh blood that trickled down the sides in streams.
Around it, crude, spiked cages hung from iron chains.
Juny could see the remnants of sacrificial victims, now just skulls and stacks of bloody meat, contained within.
Above the altar, a gaping hole in the space itself emitted a faint, swirling vortex of crimson energy.
Juny felt her heart drop.
Just by staring at it, she knew.
That thing was connecting the ritual to the Evil God, the Primordial Moon.
The space radiated with an overwhelming sense of dread.
The surrounding walls whispered threats and incomprehensible ravings which stabbed deep into Juny's skin.
Despite its unreasonable amount of symbolic details and ancient decorations, the space was wide enough to handle dozens of cultists and still allow room for battle or a large ball.
The crimson glow painted everything in shades of blood.
It reminded Juny of her very first memory.
A bloody scene with crimson highlights.
And right in the middle of this cruel hall, stood a tall man.
Juny took a step forward, her footsteps resonated through the entire chamber.
Slowly, the man looked back.
He wore black robe with red branches spreading all over it.
Juny came to a stop not too far, she didn't immediately attack.
The man, who seemed to be over 2 meter in height turned to her with a smile.
His face was older and filled with gentle wrinkles.
On his lips, he wore a benevolent smile.
His eyes were gentle, greeting Juny with open eyes.
From looks alone, one would never even dare to suspect such a kind elder.
But Juny knew better.
This man did terrible things, probably with the very same smile.
Not to mention.
'That smile doesn't look too nice with a third bloody eye staring at me...'
The man had a large crimson eye stuck in the middle of his forehead.
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Thrown Into Madness - Lord of the Mysteries
Historical Fiction"... I just wanted to read a book, What's with the bloody scene?! And what? I'm a child? And whose memories are these? Where am I? Who am I? I don't want this! Who would want this?! Get me back! I wanna go back! Please!" ... Who would think that bu...
