'Crash!' Was all Chris heard before he suddenly opened his eyes in a start. His eyesight adjusting to the dim light the plane set in order to let the passengers rest easier. At the end of the lane towards the cockpit he noticed a figure at the end of the cabin. He squinted to get a better view in the dim light revealing that the figure stood over at least seven feet tall with the muscle mass to impose even the most confident man. A quick flicker of the lights revealed the figure was covered head to toe in some kind of body suit; a patchwork yellow suit with matching boots and gloves to it. Chris couldn't tell if the dark yellow areas on the arms and what was visible of its legs were skin or part of another suit. Something was off though as he didn't notice anyone of said stature enter the plane and the suit was stained with what looked like blood and viscera.
"Hey! How did you not hear that?" He yelled at his friend, trying to shake him awake without success. Curious and concerned, Chris moved past Devin's sleeping body after disengaging his seatbelt.
'Where's the attendants and what is going on?' Chris thought as he neared the figure as it entered the cockpit. That's when he looked down to see one of the two flight attendants, a young blonde female of about twenty years of age, butchered with what seemed like a rather large blade, the rest of the plane shifting into a blood stained nightmare. His heart sank as the very fabric of reality shook and rushed into the cockpit to see the figure raise a large cleaver like blade, so large you might consider it an axe in the hands of a normal person, cleave the second attendant, male, in half at the waist before embedding the 'axe' into the skull of both pilots before turning to Chris. There was no face; this was not anything human, nor any demon he had ever encountered.
"What are you?" Chris sputtered in fear as he tried digging his heels into the ground, only to be greeted with the creature smashing the controls with the 'axe' before hobbling towards him in an instant, grabbing his throat and throwing him out of the cockpit. Chris got up and ran to Devin to wake him again only to realize that the nightmare left him the soul survivor. 'When? How?' He frantically thought before the same weapon that killed everyone dug itself into his back. Too injured to do or say anything, Chris felt the 'axe' rip out of him and then...nothing. That's when he woke up in a cold sweat, being shaken by a distraught and angry Devin.
"What the hell man get up! The plane's going down!" The screams of passengers and crew alike rang throughout the cabin as Chris' sense of reality returned.
"What?!" He replied as he noticed that he was still strapped to his chair, no signs of what happened in his head just now.
"The controls are malfunctioning and the pilots are in a trance-like state so they won't respond." Devin said, rushing towards the cockpit as Chris unbuckled himself.
"You know how to fly a plane!?" Chris asked frantically, scanning the controls as Devin tossed the pilots out of their seats.
"Do you think I know how to fly?!" Devin snapped as they looked for any button to help salvage the situation, taking turns pulling up on the yoke in vain attempts to gain altitude.
"Fair point, but how did this...the figure!" Chris said, all flight controls unresponsive to his requests.
"Figure?" Devin asked as he tried pulling up on the yoke again to no avail.
"I think something demonic...OH SHIT!" Chris started before they were met with the sudden impact of landing in a smoldering crater, their only saving grace being Devin grabbing Chris' arm before shielding them in protection magic. The smell of fuel, metal, and flesh burning was quickly joined by a sulfur smell. In that moment the two realized where they were at. "This is..."
"This is the crater site where the Kunikai family disappeared." Devin said before adding. "But that was six years ago and it's still smoldering. Why?"
"I'm not really sure. I know eventually energies like this do dissipate with time. Do you think there's enough residual energy to pull us into Hell?" Chris asked, scrapping the ash on the ground before smelling it. "Plenty of Brimstone stench to it. Whatever demon did this wasn't messing around and also seems to want to be found."
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Demonophobia
Horror'Six years ago there was an incident in the Kyoto region of Japan. A book used for demonic worship called 'The Dark Grimoire' was discovered to have been stolen, but the perpetrator was never found. Such a book was told to have the ability to summon...
