Reliving The Nightmare, Part VI
“So, this is what it is like to die,” I thought, as numbness and cold seeped into her body, overtaking the excruciating pain that throbbed there only moments before.
“So, this is what it is like to die,” I thought, as numbness and cold seeped into her body, overtaking the excruciating pain that throbbed there only moments before.
“To the woods, my love, go now!” Spiros yelled out as he struck the beast on the head with his torch. The creature screeched in pain and anger as the flame lit its flesh.
Another sacrifice is required; we came here to get it. While you have been down here with me, the mission was completed inside the mirrored mountain.
She poked me in the chest. “You will be there, or I will send Dad to get you to make sure you go. Or better yet, I’ll send Mother.”
It was as if he didn’t quite recognize her or had seen her for the very first time. He drew me to him and kissed me, first tenderly. Then he kissed deeper, passionately.
Each gestured a sign of excitement toward Zeus as they all leaped from the helicopter headlong into the swarm of nightgoyles.
I followed and watched over them, and her grandchildren, and even her great grandchildren, as they lived, loved, mated and died. How could I be too young?
“Let me sup on her sacrifice, then give to me the eyes of the hunter Orion.”
As the days grow shorter and the nights longer, we creep closer to Samhain and the veil between worlds grows ever slimmer. That means many of those in Hades’ care will be visiting soon.
The demon was sitting cross-legged in the center of a pentagon. At each corner of the pentagon was a cluster of crystals that caged mortal souls.
Her eyes are clear, but they are wide, afraid, and vacant. She still growls. Her empty eyes roll and fall on me.
I looked at the ceiling above the bar and I saw them: nightgoyles. “WHAT the Hades are they doing here?”
Why did the nightgoyle need mortal souls? The fact that it was leaving behind the mortal bodies and only collecting the souls perplexed me.
I heard the cracking of twigs to my right and turned to see. I could not believe my eyes, there it was, again the coruscating aureate glow of its eyes.
“You were screaming about…” she stopped to gauge my reaction, “about Nightgoyles, Moo.”