Not Another Horror Story

Not Another Horror Story is not another horror story.

For Example:

Tristan looked up as he heard footsteps coming closer, and he saw before him an Angel with crimson wings and golden eyes.

"Hasn't God punished me enough?" The bitter man asked.

"Reckoning isn't Judgement, Mortal soul." Cranel smiled softly as he spoke and crouched.

"Then why are you here?"

"I saw a soul in pain along the way."

Tristan swallowed. "Where'd.... Where'd everyone go?"

"What's your name?"

"Tristan."

"Tristan, time continued on. You.... You didn't."

"I... I don't understand."

Cranel sighed as he gently put his hand on Tristan's shoulder. "You died, you must know that."

Tristan's breath hitched. "I suspected, but....."

"But acceptance would've made it an absolute law?"

"I... Something like that."

Cranel looked at the lost soul, pain etched on his face as he whispered "I could save you from this fate.... But first I need your consent."

Tristan's tired eyes looked at Cranel. "What do you need to do?"

"I just have to say my name."

"That's all?"

"It has to be my True Name."

"And.... Your True Name.... Will it hurt me?"

"It'll consume you whole, as Consequence often does."

Tristan sighed. "Will.... Will this be over?"

"Yes."

Tristan grit his teeth before nodding. "Then I give you my consent."

Cranel spoke his True Name, and all Tristan heard was static as his shape undulated and contorted uncontrollably. Then he saw his Sarah smiling as she walked up to him, and he felt a calm wave of acceptance. *Maybe.... Maybe this isn't so bad....*