The Gate ⋈ A Stydia Story

[ 05 ] akeldama

Lydia's eyes opened, taking a few seconds to adjust to the grey cast over the surroundings. She heard a growling behind her, and whipped around immediately, seeing a tall man with a malicious glint in his eyes, and fangs protruding from his upper and lower lips.

"You cannot shut me away again, dear banshee."  The werewolf growled, stalking lowly towards her. Lydia gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, but relief filled her as the man passed right through her like air. She turned around again, following the werewolf's field of vision to her grandmother crumpled on the floor. The tips of the man's skin were tinged with black, and specks of dark matter flickered off of him and into the air.

The walls were harsh white subway tiles, and the floors were cracked concrete. Lydia recognized it immediately as Eichen House. Blood seeped from the side of her grandmother's head, but the man continued forward, claws drawn.

"Ealga has defeated you once. I can do it again," Her grandmother hissed, causing the werewolf to chuckle darkly.

"Eagla? I haven't heard that name in 400 years," His eyes glazed with nostalgia, before a malignant glint coaxed them again. "I am the demon from the pit of hell," The mans voice was dripping with lethality, and her grandmother pressed her back firmly against the wall.

"I am the reaper who beckons pain and suffering to this world," She saw his eyes flash a deep crimson red, the first ounce of color in the whole scene.

"I AM AKELDAMA, THE BRINGER OF BLOODSHED!" The alpha screamed, bringing a clawed hand up to slit her grandmother's throat. He suddenly halted, and her grandmother's eyes glowed a lilac color. She stood up defiantly, a warm glow of purple flowing over her hands, and released a piercing scream as the alpha seemed to be sucked into a swirling pool of darkness behind him.

Her grandmother panted, eyes swaying shut and she toppled to the ground, Lydia going down with her and the surroundings turning to black.

Her eyes creaked open as soon as they shut, and Lydia found herself in the void again, the constant hum of screams was present but fainted.

The large set of doors was there, but someone was in front of it, slowly walking towards her. Lydia's mind screamed to move, to call out, but nothing happened. As the figure came closer, the red choppy hair and deep set creases came into view and Lydia recognized her as her grandmother.

Her throat closed uncomfortably, and the ghost of words formed on her lips but none were spoken.

"The demon will crawl from hell again, the reaper will beckon pain." Her grandmother's voice was raspy and dark. "Akeldama will bring bloodshed again. The gate has been opened."

The doors creaked hauntingly, as if responding to the words of the old woman.

"It is our fate, as banshees, to close it again. The final scream will be released,"  Lydia recognized that from the Latin words that were constantly repeated.

"But will you be ready to say goodbye?"

Her grandma disappeared with a whisper as the horrible screams started again, the gate slamming open ferociously, the silhouette of a tall man standing there against the red, with lanky arms and legs. Stiles. He began to pound mercilessly on the barrier between the gate and the void, dropping to his knees and slamming against it now.

The face of the silhouette lightened, and she could make out distinct moles on the cheeks and eyes the color of whiskey. Lydia felt tears cascade down her cheeks, but unable to move her body and go closer to him. The tether between them was strained to the point where it would snap.