Vision

Epilogue

Epilogue:

The Conclusion

He slowly opens his eyes, grunting as he does so. He notices his surroundings. He hasn’t been here very often. He rises up to his feet, still weak and in pain. He sees the fiery gates of this spiritual prison. The bars of his floating, tormenting are made entirely out of molten lava. He grins, as this is exactly where he wants to be. He is a fighter…and he will not be beaten by a mere mortal that easily. He has been guiding Walters here, all along. It was his plan, sending Walters into the Bottomless Pit, the Abyss. All this time, he has been hoping to end up here, so that the slayers will never suspect his true plan…

As his cage hovers through the air above the endless volcano of this realm, he stares through the ash, waiting for his messenger to arrive. Apollyon stares at the darkness in this prison, smelling death’s odour, a pleasing fragrance. He watches in terrific amazement as demons are tortured.

Soon Jack Walters will know the truth, the truth about his father. Apollyon can smell it. It is the fragrance…of the Apocalypse. It starts soon.

Her hair covers her face. The strange man with whom she is making this deal is unable to scan her features, see her face. The room is dark. No noise can be heard, besides their breathing. A light shines on the man she is negotiating with. He is wearing a balaclava, a black bandana, army jeans, tough shoes and a bulletproof vest. Only his arms can be seen. From the looks of it, he has toned, strong muscles. She thinks she can see scars around his eyes. His eyelids seem to be completely gone. He probably has severe fourth-degree burns all over his wretched body. She checks her pocket to see if her knife is still there. Good, it is. She might need it.

She knows these people can help her, even if they’re part of the Dark Side. She has high hopes that she’ll see her father again. She knows it. These people let her know that they’ll get her parent for her, as long as she is willing to pay the price. She notices the tattoo of the Third Eye on her consultant’s arm. This might be trouble.

The man leans forward and starts to speak, “Thank you, for coming. We were not expecting you. It isn’t often that members of our…separate groups communicate. I think that you’ll find us kinder than you had first expected…”

“Cut to the chase,” she interrupts.

“Very good,” he states, “but you’re not going to like this.”

She listens intently as he leans back, folding his arms. She can somehow see him smirk under his balaclava. His mask sort of…crinkles. She is frightened at the sight of this. At last she notices his eye colour, which frightens her even more. His eyes are blood-red, symbolising the evil in his heart.

“We need you to bring us Jack Walters,” he concludes, “so that we may kill him.” She tries to cope with the information. No. Is she really willing to take it that far? Only time will tell.

“I…accept,” she mumbles, tears coming from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. She whimpers quietly. Her consultant walks through the door, already planning a strategy to capture their enemy. Jack Walters’ bloodline must not continue…his ancestors have already caused them all too much. He enters the hall, walking to the stage. He is flattered that it might be him that has the offer of killing Jack. Once he is on top of the stage, he begins to speak, no microphone in hand. His voice is strong and travels through the vast crowds.

“My fellow brothers and sisters,” he states, “I am glad that you were all able to make it. The fact is that we finally have a new hope. We will kill the Bloodline soon. All the slayers will be dealt with accordingly, for it is their time to die. I shall take care of Jack Walters personally. Tonight, my brothers, we celebrate freedom. True freedom.

“Our brotherhood grows stronger each and every single day. Together, the slayers do not stand a chance. The victory is all ours for the taking. No one will stand in our way. No one! And when we are finished with the slayers, all humanity will bow down before us! We are the occult and we stand proud. HAIL SATAN!!!”

That instant, the crowds of Satanists salute their dark, horrifying lord and copy their leader, squawking, “Hail, Satan! Hail, Satan! Hail Satan!”

All through the night, there is an eerie chill flowing through, Jack Walters’ veins. He jumps up from his bed, gasping for air. When he notices that he is safe and that no one is trying to kill him, he lies back down on his bed. He is being protected. He just has to remember that. He looks beside him, noticing that his blanket is on the floor. He picks it up and pulls it over himself. He tries to recollect the memories of his dreams that he had had that night. All he remembers is someone close to him, betraying him, though. He decides that he can’t sleep and heads over to the kitchen. The room is still dark, only lit by the stars shining through the window of the giant spacecraft. He gazes upon the stars in wonder, laying his folded arms on the table. He feels something wet on the table and decides to look at it.

To his shock, there is blood all over it, human blood. He tries to wake up from this horrible nightmare he is having, but realises that it isn’t a dream. This is for real.

Hey, guys! Please let me know what you think about that dude in the balaclava! He's gonna be quite important in future books! (: (;