His Pain, His Savior

His Hell

I froze, staring at the sight before me. It was a room, a dark grey room, blood covered the walls, beneath the white painted pentagrams. The ceiling was covered in black tar, dripping down onto the black carpeted floor. Dark statues surrounded another large pentagram drawn into the carpet. Dark purple candles rested on each side of every statue. The smell of rotting meat filled the room, catching me by surprise .

I stepped back in fear of what I was seeing, and tried to look for tord in this simulated hell. He was standing behind one of the statues, smiling at me like an idiot.  He came from behind, revealing long cuts running up his arms, the sleeves of his shirt torn off.

"So, do you like it?" He asked confidently, pressing his hands together. I looked around, wondering how the hell a shy little thing like tord, would be involved in something so horrific, as this.....

I backed up towards the door when my back hit something, I turned around to see a figure in a black robe, staring down at me. I screamed and fell backwards, scooting back towards the middle of the room. The figure moved closer, looming over me.

"He is here! He's finally here! I have brought you your chosen one!!" Tord yelled holding his hands in the air. Suddenly, more figures came out of the shadows, surrounding the middle of the room. They were all wearing dark cloaks, and big red pendants hung around their necks.  I backed up further into the middle, feeling the soft black carpet on my palms. 

"Arise, our beautiful savior! Rise from your prison, and shower us with the blood of the innocent!!" Tord chanted, as the figures rose their arms up, holding small black candles.

"Arise my lord!! For we are your
prophets!! Arise, and claim our offering!! Claim this tender sheep!! And free us from our prison!! Hail valmudrap!! Hail!!" He continued to chant, the others joined in, their pendants glowing in the light of the candles.

I stared in awe at what I was seeing, I didn't know wether to be angry or fear for my life. I looked around, trying to find some way to escape.

"Arise our lord and savior!! Take him!! Take our sheep!! Claim him as your chosen one!!" He continued.

Purple smoke emerged from the statues and surrounded me. The thickness of the smoke clouded my throat, and I began coughing rapidly. My breathing slowed and I fell to the floor, the figures hovering above me.
All I heard after that was Tords laughter, and them it all went black.

I thought about a lot of things in my void, how I was betrayed, how I was used, how I was going to wring his fucking neck once I woke up.

In my dreams.....

I saw light, I saw a meadow, I saw tord, he was standing on the other side of the street, waving at me with a smile on his face. Something was off though, is smile seemed to grow wider and wider with each second until his face was a contorted shape of hell.

"Let's play..."

I woke up with a stirr, in my bed, in my dorm, with the blinds halfway shut. I sighed in relief, falling down onto my pillows. I tried to recap why the hell just happened at Tords house, and why. I decided to get some answers later, and rest from all that excitement, I later back, feeling warm pillows against my cheeks, and soon sleep overcame.