The Eternal Doom

Chapter 14, The fear beyond the moon.

Lester took a breath in strange relief, as Amy blinked her eye and opened them in the sad dizziness, her eyes which were open and facing Lester. She sensed the feeling of some other place, out from the underground world, as the wind was passing through her long black hair, which had fallen over half of her face; but the silence didn't break at her voice, the voice of Amy, which he had been waiting to hear from her. But she did not speak a single word. Her eyes were flashing a strange and puzzling question. Lester saw as she turned her face towards the huge moon in front of her, which she had not seen for many months, living in the underground world. How far will you run? Finally, her voice came, Dolefully: "You can't escape from the punishment, because it would chase you everywhere, like death once used to chase the soul." Her words sent him into sullen discontent, but he remained in distorted silence. Many nights passed in that abandoned place, the place where Lester used to come at night to see the full moon, standing under its huge open arch, which was basically designed to be as a window, but left open. Lester concealed more fear than before somehow, even though he knew that Harland would not let them be captured for his own benefit. Why so afraid at the night? Since death was not lingering in the dark. No one knew whether it might take over hundreds of years to return, or whether it might not ever come back. 

The angel of death wasn't gliding in the sky; there was no shadow of his wings which seemed to appear in the night. The knifing wind reached that place finally. Lester was standing under the arch, glancing over the glowing circle of the moon, but there was something else which was appearing beside his metallic eyeball: reminiscing memory of the underground world, the face of the man who was still alive, with his head severed from his body (in other words: he was headless), whose soul remained still in immortality, but there was a crucial pain in his body. Then the thought of Umbra Sardonic and his torture asylum, which he would be keeping in his devil mind for him, in the face of Amy, the pain he couldn't even contemplate about her. He suddenly felt as if he were losing her; so he walked briskly to her. She was dead in her sleep, after having a last poisonous dose of cocaine. He knelt beside her and started to ponder her face, with quiet anguish and a gentle look. He reached out his hand and ran it over her head when his expression dropped into devouring anxiety. He felt her bones slightly pushing out from her skin. She was taking a deep breath. There wasn't the same smoothness in her skin as before. Something was changing in her; she was getting thin. Her figure, which used to be bulky, was now getting thinner. He got into memory again, and it was Amy, standing in her black Gothic frock over the loose jeans with a black leather ribbon covering both her wrists. The black frock seemed so perfect on her bulky figure, as her structure wasn't thin, but for her personality, it seemed perfect. She knew that getting thinner wouldn't suit her personality like an ordinary girl, her face more like idiomatic Gothic, with fragile looks yet strong, made her look very different. Sometimes her skin appeared the colour of blood over her cheeks. Lester came out of that flash, staring at her pale skin, where the blood didn't seem to run beneath her skin. He kissed her forehead and then rose up with shocking disappointment, standing back under the open sky, facing the moon whose light was mixed up with the darkness now, where the knifing wind was playing down between the long far-stretching grass grown by the LORD, appearing grey in the moonlight and darkness. It seemed as if he was standing on the top of a boat, sailing between grey seas in the dark.

 The sky was strange overhead, the same as the sea of grass. It seemed as if the angel of death were roaming lonely in the sky, carrying the fading light of a lantern, watching the immortals, searching for any soul, to take it to the LORD, Who is hidden in sadness; but this night would leave him disappointed, as no one was waiting for him anymore. The angels saw, as his existence vanished into myth; he was no longer known in the world down there. Lester felt the whispers of fears in the silence of the night. The sound of flying kites appeared to him. it was flying somewhere in the sky; her voice could be heard in the night she might have lost her way in the dark, or maybe have become lost in the immortal world. When he finally got the slightest gesture of her shadow, down on the dull sea of grass, he was standing gazing down in the direction of the circling shadow. Her voice was still coming, but Lester couldn't find her appearance, as it was merged in the sky, where her shadow was still circling. Her voice was so depressed as if she was crying for her home in the journey of night, down in under the dull moonlight. He was gazing as her shadow kept on circling, swimming in the dark ocean in search of its edge, which he might never find because she didn't know that there was no edge to the circles; it was the only world to roam in again and again. Now his eyes were chasing the shadow on the river of grey grass, as if it was taking his vision into the circle of a dark world, where he appeared standing amongst the people, who were standing magnetized by the trick of the dark world of Sardonyx. He was standing in the dark corner, hidden glancing over the drinks, which had been prepared as a strange mixture of cocaine, a little black water poured into a highly addictive mixture, and then into the blood in the bottle of crystal. It was shaken hard and then served to all who were standing with their immense desire for that drink. The armies of the shadows were roaming around.