Thor Blerster
"There Is a Hell, Believe Me, and I’ve Seen It. There Is a Heaven, Let’s Keep It as a Secret."
REQUIEM AETERNAM
Prologue: Les Divin Mort.
10.00 P.M
New York,
Manhattan
The secret is how to die. Since the beginning of time, the secret had always been how to die. The Babylonians, Mayans, Egyptians, Greek mystical and the entire ancient world wanted to know how to die. Some ancients thought that, because Ave ate the apple, people started to die on. But that was an idiotic concept that foolish people made. People should die to make the earth more balance and to reduce the earth population. More than that people should know about coming apocalypse. That was heading towards earth on 2012.12.21. People all thought that it would be the end of the human race, but they were all very wrong. It never came...
In Greek an Apocalypse was the meaning of ("lifting of the veil" or "revelation") is a disclosure of something hidden from the majority of mankind in an era dominated by falsehood and misconception, i.e. the veil to be lifted. By extension, apocalypse can refer to any End Time scenario or to the end of the world in general. People thought that the world they knew would end in 2012 but it never happened. The scientist made another theory saying that the world would end in another 100 years which was very true. But for the unfortunate the world ended soon than they had anticipated...
The dusk deepened. Mist lay behind them among the trees that were few feet away of them. The car was driving along the road swiftly. It was a new model of a car. It was the BMW Z3-Series. The vehicle had an open-closing roof in this case the roof was opened. The air itself was gushing inside the car making it more comfortable. The man who was driving was an American. The same went towards the woman who was seated next to him. They were driving off from a film festival that was held in New York City. After enjoying themselves they made their way home seeking nothing but sleep.
Looking at the sky the man smiled. The sky was clear even it was dark. Yet, few stars began to appear. The moon was brighter than ever so were the stars. And the shadows of the trees were black. They couple had come to their destination even if their pace was slow.
Slowing down near the houses front door the vehicle stooped. As the couple began to get down from the car and walk towards the door. Strangle, however, they noticed 2 big brown colour boxes sitting near the front-door. The man who was surprised started to look examine them closely wishing to find a clue how the boxes were at his front door. The big shaped boxers were not antiques of any kind but coffins. Two unknown coffins lying on the floor in front of a house was rather unusual. Looking at themselves, the women opened the door and stepped inside. Wishing that no harm would follow her whatsoever...
The house was thin dark expect for some hover hanging lamps that were placed near some walls and such. This was never seen by them. Keeping it quite they walked slowly forward. As the lamps glittered above them which made their shadow grow more visible by the second. “Hello?! Anyone there?...” the man shouted yet, some of his words was soloed by fright. He let his voice echo all over the house. “Hello? Hello...” he heard his voice slowly fade away towards the thin air. But nothing. Not a sound. Signing himself he held his wife’s hand and began to move around the house again. “A power outage?” his wife said giving him an odd look. “Hush!” he said squeezing her arm quite tightly. They stopped suddenly and stood silent against the wall. There was a sound of footsteps in the house, some way quite behind them. But the steps were coming slow and very clear down the empty house. The man totally lost it. He forgot everything. The only thing that echoed in his mind was the voice saying to him, “Get out! Get out!” he followed his instincts and ran towards a near room and shut the door with a loud bang. Little did he know that he had abandoned his wife. He intern was guilty but he had no intention of opening the door for any cause whatsoever. Looking at the large room his knew that he had got himself in the guest’s room which was never used by anyone. Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked towards the door and leaned his ear on it. As in turn he heard a cold scream of a woman. A fading scream it was. This lasted only for a moment and that was the end of it.
But that was not the only thing. He heard a hard thud against the door in which he thought if someone was force opening the door. The man gulped silently and motionlessly. Fear seemed to have stretch out a vast hand, like a dark power consummating and engulfing him. He knew that he had to act but how, remained a question. Looking both ways at the room he grabbed a small sword of a musketeer which was an antique given to his grandfather from AbÉlard: a French governor from the 1500. French form of German Abelard, meaning "noble strength." Taking the sword he began to stab the door hard feeling that his enemy was down. But things were meant to change...
Opening a small space of the door he cocked his head out-side to see if he had struck down his enemy. But he hadn’t. Signing sadly he fully opened the door and looked both-sides. No one was seen but for some small stains in the floor which he guessed was blood. With a horrific look in his face he looked at the door shocked. He had murdered his wife!
She was taped to death on the door. In a form which every knew very well. In the form of a Crucifixion. Like how Jesus was crucified. But when it comes to this matter it was utterly altered. She was indeed in the form of the crucifixion but in a different way. Her hands and legs were taped quite carefully with high bonding tape which was impossible to take off. She had multiply stab marks all over her body which caused her to breathe her final breath in way of crucifixion. Blood was oozing all over her body. Mainly from her forehead and her left eye. Her left eye was sliced in half which popped out. Her husband looked at her wife’s corpse in tears. “What the hell have I done?” he thought as small tears drops started to fall down from his face. But what were really notable were the words which were written over her head by her blood. It said, “Nex aims tantum quondam, tamen nunquam requiro.” (In English literally, means, “Death aims only once, but never misses.”)
The man started to run away. He wanted to get out. He couldn’t find away. He was lost in his own house. Not knowing the way he went he just ran trying everything to get out from the house. Which he knew he was next. There was no light anyway. He was surrounded by full blackness. As he turned towards the corner he bumped into something. He in turn was surprised to bump into a thing. Shaking his head he looked at it. It was no, thing! It was rather a him. A large looking man who was wrapped in a great black cloak and a hood looked at him. There was no eye contact. The large mans eyes were shadowed and invisible. Mostly because of the hood. “Who the hell are you?” the man said frightened. The assassinator laughed manically and looked at back at him as he began to move his hood a way which was hiding his face “Tsk...tsk..tsk.. And you call yourself a father?”
His only son was standing in-front of him carrying an axe and aiming it towards him. He could not believe what he saw. This was clearly very disturbing towards him. “Well? What have you got to say, dear father?” the son said in a dark whisper with stunned his father. His father said nothing but looked into his eyes. He was crying. Tears fell down from his eyes. Sad tears. Tears of absolute disappointment and pain. “Son, you killed your mother!” The son looked at him surprisingly and said nothing for a few seconds. “Step-mother! And what is this talk about me killing her? You killed her!” he shot back right back at him. This hit the father very hard. He knew nothing could be further from the truth. He himself killed his wife. “Son, I..I loved you...” Love is such a wonderful and terrible thing...
He said wiping his tears away from his hand. The son grinned at his father, “Yes, you did. You left me and my mother (real mother) all home alone so you could fulfill your selfish crusade with your lady friend. You call that love? It is because of you that she died in vain. You may be a big-shot in the world, father, you’re just a father here. People would mourn at your death when I’m finish with you. But when the days past, you will just be a small remembrance to them. No one would notice. And mostly, no one would know what happened on this day. No one would care. No one but you!” he said as he aimed the axe at his neck and stroked it. His father saw it coming. He knew he had nothing else to live for as he slowly closed his eyes. He felt a sharp blade slice through his body but it didn’t matter now. He had his Requiem Aeternam (eternal peace) now. That’s what he wanted and that’s what it would be.
"Man is neither angel nor brute, and the misfortune is that he who would act the angel acts the brute."
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WORD COUNT: 1850
WORD COUNT: 1850