Tales of the Other

The Face of God

Note: This journal entry was found in the room of the conspiracy writer Charles E. who committed suicide by shooting his head with a shotgun three years after the journal entry was written.

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At the Shrine of the Sacred where the first ray of the sun appears, the crowd gathered on the largest stone pillar.

This cult will accomplish a feat no one had achieved before: to see the face of God.

As I chronicle this event, I am telling you that I am no fervent servant of any religion, but when I saw the incident that happened today, I believe now that there might be a higher race than us, with nature and motivations that our mundane human minds cannot process.

The group knelt on the rough earth, singing ancient hymns using an arcane language that became dead centuries ago. My arm hairs tingled as the leader sang the lyrics in a guttural tone, with words too hard to be spelled, hence I failed to include it in my writings.

My companion, an old photographer warned me of this enigmatic group of people. However, I knew this will help me to be a great chronicler, hence I continued with our task.

The cult continued to sing the same ancient song, and the youngest of them, who stood as observer, translated some of the words for me:

Hear us, Our Lord
You who reign
From the Seventh Universe
Hear us, and let us see Your Face
And hear Your Voice
We implore You
Whose Name We Cannot Utter.

I almost laughed in amusement, but I kept my composure as a form of professional respect.

The first ray of the sun appeared from the east, starting the morning. It was a different start of the day however, as the clouds parted for us to see not the morning sky, but the blackness of the Universe.

Instinct made me cover my eyes tightly, but the light was still painful to my sight, like the radiance of the first atomic bomb.

All I heard were the sizzling of flesh, which was followed by the shrieks of pain and cries for mercy.

However, what terrified me more was the One who spoke to us all, with a language our brain cannot understand, too intellectual for us to process. I covered my ears as well, weeping at the turn of the scenario.

When I felt blood dripping from my ears and nose, everything returned to silence.

As I opened my eyes, two-thirds of the cult members were dead, with the survivors blinded, their eyes totally decimated leaving only red holes on the place where their eyes had been.

Others were permanently turned deaf, and my photographer, who presumably received the full blow of the Appearance was vaporized, leaving pieces of bones on the ground.

Those who survived uncontrollably sobbed and giggled, their sanity damaged beyond repair. I can still hear the haunting voice in my head. Chasing me...

I believe there are higher creatures than us, and we are as insignificant to them like insects to us. And now that we inadvertedly grabbed attention from one of them, It would do what we normally do to insects.