Drugs

Chapter III

August 17th, 2028

I sat in this mansion of flames and ash looking at a putrid concoction of what used to be an ocean. The glass was still within my hand as I sipped the wine slowly. Flames, lava, and a ticking time stood in the sky while Vulture like creatures loomed in the air, stalking the lands.

The hot wind and the screams that rang from the victims in the distance no longer fazed me. My mind had gotten conditioned to these unnatural horrors. To the point, it just stood as a mere annoyance.

I finished up my drink, and then rested the glass on the floor. I casually got up to find my way down the stairs.

My body had adapted over the years, changed from constantly coming here, it was now faster, stronger and I felt completely calm. I manoeuvered scenarios that would of stomp the common man in his tracks. The missing floor, the gaps between them, and the loss of the entire staircase were not even a hindrance to me.

It was all child's play.

There was no door blocking my path to the outside as I stepped through the frame.

I stretched as I looked around. Where to next? I thought as my feet took me forward.

How many times had I walked the same path some creatures were looking extremely familiar to me. I wanted to know more than ever where all of these many monsters were coming from. How did humans constantly find their way here as if it were some unlucky giveaway prize? I thought initially that all the cases were similar to mine with a drug-like substance. Like the one I had given the old man. However, that was just the mere surface of it all.

The people that came here—I discovered from my various means of talking to them. Through whatever means of questioning, threats, deceit, and violence at my disposal towards the person I was presented with—made me come to the realization that certain conditions had to be met first.

Anyone who was stuck here was either evil, corrupted, or made a foolish deal.

Listening to their stories, their crime, and their lies disgusted me. It wasn't random helpless, innocent people that were being slaughtered by monsters. No, it was more like monsters slaying each other.

From my experimentation upon that vile corrupted filth that only fractionally could be called human by birth. I came to realize that time in this world and mine were different. Even now I am still trying to work out the variables, but time moves far faster in this world than my own.

But by how much was it hours, days, or months? I was not sure since I have nothing tangible to measure it by. I do know however that the longer they stay here, the more corrupted they become. Under the basement of the house that is in this world. I have numerous experiments on swine that I had used to deduce this fact.

The demons didn't randomly appear here either. These people are demons, at least certain variations of them.

It made me wonder. What then am I? I would like to see myself as a liberator maybe a punisher but that was all in the mind. I had tried to see if it was possible to take them back with me, but I could not. Despite how hard I tried, it was possible to bring items to this world, but nothing was allowed to be taken back.

Rainbow back then was the exception, and it probably had to do with the mark that still scared me on my back.

That was written upon me like a contract with words that I couldn't understand. I had asked in confidence, various language experts to identify the marking upon my back. Despite the lump sum of money that I offered, no one was able to translate it to English or even decode it for that matter.