It really should go without saying that you shouldn't go exploring an abandon underground train station, but Ricky and Ghost just couldn't help themselves. What they find down there is utterly horrifying to even them.
18+ | Horror | Cyan | Ghorror
A mist thick enough to obscure the distance, but faint enough it didn't blind Ryan floated through the forest surrounding him. The trees were over a hundred feet tall, but they were so skinny that they leaned creepily. Everything here was creepy, in fact. For the trees that had fallen, the heads of the stumps were glowing orange. It almost looked like lava. That glow was really the only light aside from the minor moonbeams cutting through the foliage.
The dollmaker followed a stone path that was barely recognizable. Several stones were shattered and buried. What was there was being overtaken by moss and weeds. After an hour of walking, he looked down to notice their grey color was slowly transitioning into a brown-ish tan color. Those weren't stones anymore. They were bones. Ryan looked ahead again, where he could start to make out the morbid warning signs.
Spears stuck up out of the ground, spiked through skulls and rotting heads. Torsos or even entire bodies were impaled on a few. The spray of staffs spanned out for a half mile in each direction. Death didn't scare Ryan. He already knew what he was walking into long ago. The disregard for life did disappoint him, however. While he had no problem trapping and damning countless souls, he understood that this world needed life. He'd never just kill a thousand humans for no good reason. Veera didn't give a rat's ass about it, obviously.
Ryan approached a structure, too big to be considered a witch's hut, but too busted to be considered a real house. A wood roof, adorning demonic marks painted on with blood, sat upon stone walls. The windows were dirty and fogged up. Through the pains, it was possible to see the candles burning inside. He didn't think knocking was the proper action here and instead used an alchemy array to unlock the door.
Thankfully, it was warm inside. After the travel it took to get here, he was a little over the nippy weather. Adjacent to the burning fireplace was round wood table decorated with a single candle, a stack of books, and a pint glass. More importantly, the shadow of a man sat in the chair pulled up to the table.
"I don't know who you are, but you've got a smell on you I don't like." Veera sneered.
"You think I like having Kuza's smell on me?" Ryan responded.
He laughed, raising his drink to his lips. "Am I to assume that little harlot is the reason you're here?"
"No." He scoffed, "Please, I'd never do a favor for that fucker. We just work for the same person; The Collector."
Ryan moved not a half a second after finishing his sentence. As Veera leaped to his feet, he paralyzed him by throwing an array on his body. The blue circle, filled with various dark symbols, hovered over Veera's chest and slowly rotated clockwise. Now that he stood, his features were more visible.
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He was a muscular man with a very defined and manly bone structure. His hair was as white as fresh snow, cascading all the way to his tailbone. Not surprisingly, blood was splattered on his bare chest. Black demonic symbols were tattooed around his eyes, of which were a ghostly color. He was chilling, even compared to some of Ryan's tougher jobs, but the dollmaker wasn't intimidated.
