Tomtord; When you see it you'll shit bricks

Chapter 11: Religous Path

Tord was still depressed even after Tom so selflessly taking care of him. Tord wasn't going to easily get over the death of his baby. Thankfully for Tom though, he wasn't wearing the diapers anymore. "Hey Tord I made you breakfast." Tom walked into their bedroom to see Tord standing over a half-packed suitcase. "Tord? Where are you going?" Tom asked, confused.
"I think it would be best if I go stay with my parents for a few days." Tord said still in a depressed tone.
"Oh uh, alright." Tom sat down the breakfast next to Tord. "How long do you think you will be gone?"
"Just a few days. I really need to be with my dads." Tom nodded. "I'll be on my way now." Tord finished up packing and started to make his way to the exit of their apartment.
"Wait you're leaving now?"
"Yup." Tord pushed past Tom and left without another word.

Tord put his suitcase into the back and got into the driver's seat and started heading for the small farm house he grew up in and called home. It was about an hour long drive before he would actually be there so he put on his favorite song; Alastor's Game. He didn't have any other songs downloaded so he just listened to that one song on loop for the full hour. By the time he finally got to the tiny house in the countryside he already saw his parents, Paul and Patryck. They greeted him with a hug before leading him inside. Then something instantly caught Tord's eye. There was a portrait of a man he didn't recognize in a golden frame. The man sported a blue shirt with a blue background and a captivating grin. But there was something slightly off-putting about the picture, his soulless eyes had no emotion or sign of life in them. "Hey uh, dad what is that?" Paul turned faced his son and said
"Oh that's just Joe Apa." Tord was a bit stunned
"Joe apa?" He asked. "Who is Joe Apa?" Paul and Patryck had mischievous grins on their faces when Tord asked this question. They seemed extremely prepared for this question. As if they wanted this question to be asked.
"Joe Apa is an enigma in the human race. He stands out from the rest of us, simply because. He is not human. He is an eldritch being that existed way before us and even the universe. He knows right from wrong and all and every truth. For he is truth. He is our god." The two of them announced in perfect unison. Tord was taken back by this but he was intrigued. He wanted to know more about Joe Apa. It's almost as if the ape was calling to him from the great beyond.
"Can you tell me more about Joe Apa?" Tord asked. Tord's parents smiled again and took their son into the basement. Not a word was said when they took him there. Just the acknowledgement of Tord will be seeing something he can not tell another living being. They opened the basement door and let Tord walk in front of the two of them. The lights were low but the commie could make out what was there. The red glow from the candles surrounding a figure of something far from human. It didn't resemble any animal or person Tord has ever seen before. But he knew it was living. With the same man, from befores portrait hanging from wall to wall. There were weird symbols carved into some of the portraits. Paul took Tord's hand and slowly led him closer to the figure in the middle. The figure twitched when Tord approached. Tord knew he shouldn't ask this, but he did anyway.
"What is that?" He asked in a whispered tone. Patryck turned to him and held a finger over his lips. He removed his hand from his face and down to a matchbox Tord had not noticed before. Patryck struck the match and threw it onto the figure. The figure let out an extremely human-like scream. Tord was afraid of the figure. But not the situation. He watched the completely black shadow like figure catch on fire lighting up the whole room. Revealing many other unidentifiable things in the corners. The figure struggled and even tried to attack them but it couldn't. The figures in the corners' eyes lit up and stared at them. Then finally after a painfully long five minutes the figure had turned completely to ash, and the other beings in the corners of the room seemed as if they never even existed. Paul picked up the ash from the figure and spread in a circle. Patryck laid Tord down in the middle of the circle before lighting the ash on fire. Paul asked,
"Do you still wish to learn about Joe Apa?" Tord complied. They started chanting in a language Tord didn't recognize the language but guessed it to be Latin or Russian. They started chanting but Tord didn't feel anything or see anything that wasn't there before.
The chanting stopped.
Tord looked back up at his loving parents and then sat up in the circle. They both stared at him without saying a word.
"H-Hello?" Tord called out practically begging for a response.
"кончить"
Tord slowly stood up back to his feet. His parents' eyes followed him without fail. He turned around to open the door and instantly heard something running for him. He quickly shut the door behind him before whatever it was could get him. He slowly walked up the stairs to see thousands of the pictures of Joe Apa on every square inch of the walls. Tord wasn't afraid. He felt more at home than he has ever felt in his entire life. A wave of euphoria washed over him as he saw his parents now at the kitchen table eating as if nothing happened.