Eldritch Horror (1069 Words)

Incarnation of all evil.

Eldritch horror that drives even the strongest mind into a self-destructive cycle of madness.

Well that is the first impression that I got from my new body.

´How did it even come to this? ´ I think as I continue to exam my body.

´One moment I was feeding my cats when my vision suddenly went black and then I awoke here in this rather unpleasant body. ´ I recount the last hour or so.

It is very hard to keep track of time as the ´surroundings´ have proven to be part of my body.

After fruitlessly trying to move my body out of the way I gave up as it only revealed more of my body.

With narrowed eyes, which number in the hundreds, I look at the ever twisting and shifting mass of horror and nightmares.

I still don't know how I can remain calm being in this bizarre situation but to say the truth I kind of like it.

Lost in thoughts I start to play around by changing parts of my body into different shapes and forms.

Time passes and I unearth more and more abilities.

The shapes and forms start to separate themselves from my body and move around on their own.

Human, elves, dwarves, orc, wolf, elephant, dragon and other creatures start to move around my body as if it was a world of its own.

Fascinated by the discovered abilities I start to actively build landscapes on my body to house the different creatures.

This goes on and on till I reach the point where whole civilizations rise and fall repeatedly.

I had fun for a long time with my abilities and playing god but in the end everything is part of me and none of my creations have free will which makes their reactions predictable and boring if you have seen them over and over again.

But everything changed today.

A small swirling dot appeared in front of me.

Teleportation and portals are nothing unfamiliar to me as many civilizations have reached the point where they could build stargates and portable space skippers (Teleporters).

But this is different, I can feel it.

The place on the other side of this portal is not in the same space as my body.

There is also something else, a weak voice calling me.

Asking me to go through the portal and come to it.

A long-forgotten feeling bursts forward and clouds my mind.

Excitement.

Without thinking any longer, I start to compress a part of my gigantic body into a small ball and throw it through the portal which closed immediately after the ball passed through.

POV Markus

´Today is the big day, today I shall finally my lifelong work.' I chant in my mind as I observe the many people in black robes that run around in the secrets underground base.

As the bishop of the Ancient Terror Sect it is self-explanatory that I have to be present for this final ritual which will allow "It" to descend onto this lowly realm.

I sweep my eyes over the many abstract looking runes that are laid out in a circular position around a silver altar.

The altar itself is completely blank, it wouldn't be wrong to say it is just a big block of silver with smooth surfaces and sharp edges. But on top of the altar is a wooden goblet filled with clear spring water that has undergone many purifying rituals.

If not for the abstract runes surrounding the altar, I would have mistaken it for an altar directed at the heavenly God which should be our arch enemy.

Anyway, it is time to start.

I slowly walk down the stone stairs that lead down to the altar while glancing at the silently kneeling brothers and sisters around it.

Arriving in front of the silver altar I turn around, spread my arms and start speaking to my fellow believers.

"The time has come! Today we shall achieve our goal which we pursued for the past fifty years.

Many doubts have grown in our hearts, fueled by mind twisting preachers of the damnable church that seek to corrupt our minds and turn us all into mindless sheep!

But today, we shall overcome the last hurdle and bring the true god of this world out of his slumber.

Bring in the sacrifice." I speak with a domineering aura.

Immediately two men in black robes came running over with an unconscious man between them. One of the two also carries a bucket with water and a squid inside.

The two men then put down the unconscious in front of the silver altar, positioning him so that it looks like he was praying to the altar.

Once the man was in the right position, the one with the bucket reaches inside and pulls out the squid inside.

The squid moves its tentacles and grips the hand of man trying to run away but he swiftly frees his arm off all tentacles and drops the squid into the goblet filled with pure water.

As soon as the squid dipped into the water he calmed down and didn't try to leave anymore.

Slowly his reddish-brown skin started to turn into a pure white, expelling many black spots from its body. These black spots swim up to the surface where they turn into blackish mist.

I observe the whole thing silently form the side till the two men in robes ran out of the ritual area.

´I'm still surprised that all these people still haven't realized that I'm not trying to save them but instead to doom them and everything else. ´ I think to myself as I move behind the unconscious man.

Then I slowly start to chant an ancient language which I had learned from a tomb that is said to contain the way to end the world.

My voice resounds through the underground base without actually being loud, it just seems to travel far and wide.

Then without a warning a giant tentacle bursts out of the goblet on the silver altar.

The tentacle seems to be made out of purplish red muscle fibers that continuously constrict and expand.

Many different eyes and mouths are opened and closed repeatedly as the tentacle moves.

Then came the pain, a pain steaming from my very core, slowly but still in an instant I was devoured by this pain.