An Ancient Pact

An Ancient Pact

I sit now in the back of the dimly lit room upon which the meeting is taking place. The leader of this group, The Paradisus In Via (Paradise Journey), is standing at a makeshift podium literally screaming at us about what he believes to be the meaning of our existence in the world. Through the over-emphasized shouting of certain words like "DESTINY, DREAMS, DEATH, GODS!" being clouded only by a wild flailing of limbs, do I notice the queerly robed man sitting in the corner behind the podium. This man caught my interest when first I came to these meetings through which I was promised greater purpose in ominous terms of divine planning such as "The Grand Scheme; HIS plan; Parts to play" by the Conduit, the title of the now rambling and nigh foaming person at the podium. I saw the robed man seated upon a stool behind the podium with only his lips visible under an ebon hood, and they seemed to move in a fashion mimicing the movements of words I was hearing screamed as loud as they could be. I could not break my gaze upon this stranger, this being who seemed to supersede even the Conduit by being the narrator of the words he spoke. I did not break my gaze for even a moment; until I heard what none else could hear. A voice that felt of sand upon my skin, and a sound I can only describe akin to the gust of a hurricane decimating the landscape.

"Do not judge him harshly, my child. He cannot contain the magnitude of the voice in a tone befit of whereupon he speaks. The voices of the Elderkind are of such a magnitude that a single uttering may cause your fleshy coil to quite literally explode. Still, an explanation may be in order so that you do not run screaming into the night. I have chosen you to impart a piece of our knowledge, so that you may understand what is yet to come and speak of it to others, as your brethren upon the podium speaks to you now. I am Godr'Yielwi. Your people know me as GOD."

I dismissed these thoughts at first as something perhaps the Invoker had said that ran my mind rampantly off of the intended message. To hear the words of GOD, and to be the only one to hear such things amongst a group of far more spiritually in tuned beings would only be seen as lunacy. Lunacy perhaps, if the words did not continue to form so clearly in my mind, from the same terrible voice.

"Do not dismiss me, child. I usher only truthful words into your mind. I am one of many in the world beyond this one. We travel, seeking purpose, seeking reason. My reason when I settled, was to rule. When I first made contact, I watched in surprise and delight as the beings with whom I spoke filled with fear and erupted in a mess of their own innards. I took a person as a conduit for my voice but the information would always be muddled. My name was reduced from what it is, and resulted in the human worship of GOD, also named Yahweh after my own name. The reason I have chosen you is I sense your disdain of my Conduit and wish you to rectify this...."

"Kill him, kill him now and take his place. Speak the words while they are fresh in your mind and pure. No harm shall come to you child, and you will be venerated in ways you could not even dream. Come now, child. Take the blade that he will set before you, and rend the flesh from his throat. Speak my words quickly thereafter or suffer the results of your actions"

The choice was obvious. Without even the will to think otherwise I rose from my seat and approached the podium. As I came within arms reach, a knife was slammed down upon for which I could hear cries of surprise from the crowd, as well as the gleeful expressions and laughter of Godr'Yielwi in my mind. Without hesitation, I took the knife and did as I was bade to do. I opened the throat of the invoker who let forth a blood-curdling cry before collapsing. I turned upon the shocked and screaming congregation and hushed them quiet with only a small motion of my hands. The words shot through my being with great volume and furious anger. "ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU OF YOUR PRECIOUS GOD, FOR HE IS AMONG US EVEN NOW! HIS TRUE NAME IS GO...!"

Many edges dug deep into many places, soaked now in the blood of the betrayer. The congregation leapt to their feet and sought the life of the traitor who took the life of their leader. In his dying breaths, the poor and traitorous man thought to himself, hoping that the Elderkind would hear his words again. His mind spoke out "Why did you command this of me? That I might give my life to your worship and further advancement of your rule? TELL ME DAMN YOU!"

The robed man stood and removed his hood. A face revealing a featureless face filled with lighted lines that looked as if he wore the stars upon his visage. An opening appeared and ushered the words "I simply did not know they would react so quickly!" The proclamation painted the entire room with the corpses of the ignorant souls who had been bastardizing the ancient, eldritch worship.

"What a sickening dissapointment. These creatures cannot even spread my influence when I attempt do it for them. The cycle must begin anew and I must find another conduit and another betrayer to take his place. For now, you may have them Ill'Kareth. Ferry them away on your dark vessel and deliver whatever fate you wish. A deal is a deal after all, and I would not cheat my brethren from claiming the spoils of my own poor planning. As agreed, the damned souls are yours."

An amalgamation of darkness began to envelop the room and absorb the bodily matter painting it. The Death God take what the Life God has done away with. An ancient pact has been maintained this day.