i walked through the heavy fog into an amber lit chamber with no windows and thick gray stone walls. There was only one door and it was on the other side of the room, flanked by tall flamed sconces and two huge black dogs with sharp fang like teeth and glowing eyes. A soft and eerie scraping sound came from the shadows, the light just barely illuminating the edges of shakles, but not their owner. the sound faded into the darkness, replaced by heavy, wheezing breath and strong, sharp fast steps.
Sensing a presence behind me I whirled around, almost losing my balance with the too quick motion. A hooded figure glided towards me throught the misty fog and even the shadows seemed to cower before its menacing power, so thickly palpable that I choked on it as it pressed against me, squeezing until i couldn't breathe and thought my lungs would burst. Searing heat flushed my face, like flames licking playfully at dry logs before engulphing the entire forest.
The hooded figure stood just two feet in front of me, its face shrouded in the blackest darkness, shadows from the light played oagainst where its face must hae been. showing pale and brief glimpses of the otherworldly being like spiderwebs in the silver moonlight.
I had always imagined Death to be grotesqu7e and terrifyingly horrible. Death should have a low and scraping voice, creaky from centuries of calling souls to their maker. Death should be skeletal and sallow, its aged and leathery skin beginning to decay as you watched; its hair nearly nonexistant.
But as I watched this creature remove its hooded cloak and smile at me, I knew what stood before me was even more horrifying than my grotesquely morbid vision of Death had ever been.
Death stood before me as a shining thing, glowing from an inner light, pure as the moon on a clear winter's night. Her soft silver blond hair shimmered in a living cloud to her hips; her eyes were an icy blue like a husky puppy's. Her pale face with its gentle flush was too beautiful for a mere mortal to describe. Her body, anything but cadaverous, curved softly, slender but more flesh than bones.
Her angel's voice, as it bubbled forth from full pink lips, was like a mothers lullaby, hot chocolate on a freezing night, a lovers gentle whisper in your ear all bundleed together ina devilishly tempting package that beckoned me closer to the edge. Her laugh tripped over me, as light and unselfconcious as a little girls. She waved her long, slender dresses before my eyes dazed eyes, I blinked and it was as if I was waking from a dream.
"Am I not what you expected? Oh well, you will lose may illusions tonight." She giggled and waved her fingers before my eyes again |
Submission Name: my hell, pt 1
