Duncan hurried down the grimy hall, screams following him all the way. Pale hands claws at the bars on either side of him, blood oozing out of dirty fingernails. Wild eyes gazed at him from the darkness. Animals' eyes. He hurried up the stone steps, burst into a small room cloaked in darkness. The two robed men glared at him as he took his place in-between them.
"Glad you could join us, Brother Duncan," one said, steel on his tongue.
But Duncan wasn't looking at him. He was looking past him, to the figure on the bed being eaten away by shadows. His body shook violently, hood jerking up and down like it was trying to throttle him.
"What's he-" Duncan whispered.
"Silence!" the man to his left snarled.
The figure started to scream. Duncan didn't think he'd ever heard someone scream like that. It was the sort of scream your throat was ripping itself apart just to make. It bounced off the walls and echoed around them like some sort of gruesome choir until, finally, the figure slumped forward.
The man to Duncan's left leaned in. "What did he say, Listener?"
"Darkness," the figure croaked in the voice of a man hundreds of years old. "Darkness brewing in the heart, threatening to choke out the entire world."
"What do we do?" Duncan whispered.
The hood drifted to him, and as Duncan stared into the blackness, a white hot fear gripped his entire body, ready to choke him out at any moment.
"We go to Setan City," the figure whispered. "Louis Samuels must die."
THE END
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Hell's Army
HorreurAbner Ingleseid has a lot on his plate. He has his uneasy alliance with Heaven and Hell to deal with, a mysterious detective popping up everywhere he goes, and reports of a haunted funhouse streaming into the agency. And just when it seems like thin...
