You coughed painfully as you suddenly woke up in a room full of smoke. The leather binds that confined you to the table were loose, allowing you freedom, but in front of you raised your peek of fear when spotted fire spreading around the room. When you got yourself loose from the table, you hopped off and ran towards the exit, ramming your shoulder against the door which surprisingly allowed you freedom into the massive atrium. You did not bothered trying to figure out how you appeared here all of a sudden, for your train of thoughts were madly interrupted from the scorching flames that was spreading everywhere, burning the crucified corpses put on display upon each door leading towards freedom. In other words, the way to escaping the burning place was through the blasted stairs that led into the second floor. You hasted towards them without a second glance at the fire behind you.

What was that vile mare’s plan? Was she seeking only cruel pleasure from you as she had her way with your body? Thoughts were slowly scrambling around your head as you slowly pieced them together, but sadly, you came into the worst conclusion that gave no answers from to you from the start. Her want for you, was merely an enigma you had to gain from her.

The smoke choked your lungs as the heat scorched your flesh. Your eyes watered as you struggled up the steps as fire ate away at the walls and paintings of historical figures. Was this hell? Were you dead the entire time? You shook your head and dare not think of death in such a way for you were fixed on escaping this place. You had enough of its twisted malignant nature, slowly ravaging your head with perplex ways.

When you made it to the top floor, your eyes were greeted with more crucified victims being burn away by the heartless fire of the devil. You started running down the long, wide, dying hallway, seeking an exit you, in thought, prayed for. The floor cracked beneath you, causing your heart to race further on as if threatened by death to play its pacing beat. The ceiling cracked too, as few debris began falling down, destroying the floor behind you. When you spotted an elevator you quickly hurried your way to it, only to stop suddenly when the cart came falling down from the dark ceiling and into the abysmal depths of darkness. You looked left and right and spotted the stairway and quickly ran down the flights, panicking as the fire continued its purgation.

Soon, you saw an exit and bust through the door, falling flat into the concrete walkway. You slowly looked up and found yourself within the garden where darkness had swallowed it whole and only the lanterns posted around provided light towards the next section of the building. You were relieved, taking in the fresh air, but also taking in the haunting scenery. Anything could be hidden within the darkness.

Getting up from the ground, you were at least glad she had fixed up your cloths in whatever hellish doing she had done upon you. You shivered from the chilling wind that blew across your dirty and injured body. You cautiously made your way down the walkway, not daring to take any shortcuts that had been shadowed over the darkness. When you got to the entrance leading into the front side building where the exit resided, you attempted to open the door, but failed once you found it locked.

You gritted your teeth in anger as you try prying the door open, squeezing the handle tight and pulling back. Sadly, you were unable to succeed in getting it open. You looked up at the window and suddenly fell back after releasing a frighten cry. Standing at the entrance was an old man with pale skin, wearing a priest outfit. His right eye was clearly blind for all you saw was the dull gray pupil staring at you. But his other eye, it was brown and settling. The old man gestured you to hush and remain silent as he quietly opened the door, allowing you entrance.

You got up and looked at him confused and cautious, unknown to his strange sign of mysterious behavior in letting you in. Was it a trap? You thought of many times since there was practically nobody here in this hellish place to trust. Then he spoke, his tone was relaxed: “Child of the Goddess, please, come in, it is too cold out here for you to be wandering around.” Was he oblivious to the daemons that were scattered around, causing havoc and many atrocious deeds within their own din?

You took your chance and entered, keeping a close eye on him. As you entered into the new side of the building, you could not help but glance around your surroundings. Statues, holy symbols, and all sorts of matriarchs that symbolized the rulers of this land had been either posted against the wall or pinned. This place had many patients, calmly praying to some of the idols and some wandering around reading what appeared to be bibles. It felt safe, but it also felt questionable to why the insanity from that side of the building did not swarmed here.

“Follow me, would you?” His voice caught you off guard as he proceeded down the wide hallway. You followed, keeping yourself ready to run or defend yourself if anything funny was pulled.

“You have been stained with sin by birth. It is not abnormal that it happened. You can say, it was, nothing but a gift from the Goddess that you were given the role as our martyr. You can call me Father Abel, I’m sure you encountered my lost brother. He loved that woman and was enraged that she had chosen you.” You did not understand which brother he was talking about, perhaps, that Tall Man, the deranged officer, or the Scarred Man that showed great contempt towards you. But then it clicked instantly, it was that Scarred Man. He mentioned plenty of times about that vile woman picking you instead of him.

You looked at him shocked to find out he was his brother and clearly saw a huge difference between them. This man, Abel, was gentle with his words, and meant no harm. His brother was the opposite. You both stopped in front of a well-designed door with mosaic glass of a praying woman whose hands were closed to the knob of the doors. The door was…beautiful…as it gave off a warm feeling towards you that you remembered feeling when you were in the orphanage. These old memories brought you back to the time when you faced the entrance of the orphanage, covered in numerous bruises as rain continued pouring down on you. When the doors opened, nuns were telling you to hurry in, smiling at you as a mother would. Sadly, these wonderful thoughts were interrupted when the priest rest his right hand on your shoulder, snapping you out your thoughts and motioning you into the place of worship where chairs were neatly placed in rows, facing two large two statues of the rulers.

“Come,” He said, “we must hurry off to my office, we have to talk.”

As he led you towards his office, you admired the columns, oak wooden floors, clean walls, and dusted objects. The place was religious, not your taste in liking, but you admired the artwork it provided. When you two got to the office, you sat down on a wooden chair as he sat behind his desk that had nothing but a cross with a sun and moon connected together.

“Do you know why you are a Cursed child?” He asked.

You shook your head no.

“Do you remember why you brought here?”

You shook your head yes.

“Then you must put that traumatic event into action and connect it to this devilish event.”

You looked at him confused before taking a moment to think about that terrifying event and see how those two connected to this vile place’s descent into hell. You suddenly felt the air in the room grow heavy as a strange odor filtered into the room. The walls around you, which you felt was the point you lost your sanity, began deteriorating into the air. Body bags fell from the ceiling, moving around as moans were heard within the leather cloth blood soaked cloth. The priest was gone, shocking you as you found yourself alone.

Getting up from the chair, you turned around and quickly left the room, only to find a dark cold room with a mattress at the corner with a chain connected to the wall. This room was unsettling, sickening, and too much to handle as you backed away only to found your back pressed against the wall. You turned around and saw only cinderblock instead of a room you came from. Confusion and fear began boiling within you as you started to panic.

“Have you brought me what I wanted, child.” His voice echoed. You damned that voice since you first heard it. When you turned around, there he was standing calmly, looking at you venomously as his fist were clenched. Beside him, was her; the one you considered gentle and soft; a mother and sister to you, Jade. Her hair was dirty, long, and orange as her skin was white and bruised.

You shook your head in disbelief, but had no time to avoid his rage as he stomped towards you. When he reached out, you moved to the side quickly, dodging his grasp, only to find out that he had grabbed someone else. Looking at the person he grabbed, you gasp to seeing that it was you. You were only a child, hurt severely and attempted to break free of his grip as Jade watched in horror. You could only grimace at the sight as he beat you with his fist until you were sore and bleeding again. This man, you hated him the most, more than Pinkamena.

You shook your head, wanting to wake up from this nightmare or were it a nightmare at all. You did not remember passing out or even sleeping. This was simply madness. Jade soon cried out for this man to stop his abuse, but was rewarded with a hard slap to the face that sent her to the ground for interfering with him. You watched hopelessly as he stopped beating you and brought his beatings upon her before tossing her to the dirty mattress.

"I raised animals apparently." He muttered.

You shut your eyes, praying it end, but when you reopened them, you found yourself in a shed, looking at your own grown form covered in blood. In front of you was Jade with torn cloths along with bruises on her body as she stared at the ceiling aimlessly. She was dead on the inside and next to the table she was laying upon was Muck with his throat slit. You watched as yourself stare down at your hands drenched in blood and begin to panic.

Soon, that man’s right hand from the shadows behind you rest on your shoulder as he pushed you against the table. You could only watch in horror as he whispered terrible wretched things into your ear as his hands travelled around your body. Most of these words were telling you the joys of killing weaklings, but something behind were manipulating. Then, it clicked, or more likely snapped. Jade looked at your suffering face and whispered: “A thousand damned souls…I curse you upon a thousand damned souls.” Those words stung you in the heart, stabbed your back multiple times, and erased the hope in you.

There, he finished her by himself, stabbing a small knife into her throat, forcing you to watch her choke and muffled out cries of pain. You began to cry, seeing how the woman who protected you for many years beside Muck died before your eyes from the monster. Then the sound of the door breaking down caused the man to turn around quickly, being pinned down to the ground. You did not react to anything when they took you down, too. All you were looking at was Jade’s corpse as well as Muck’s.

When everything returned to normal, you shook your head in fright, staring around to the confusion you fell into. You were back in Abel’s office. Your face was stained with tears as you looked at him, trembling from the terror that had befallen upon you so long ago. The vile things he committed upon you. That blasted man. York. And Jade had cursed you for it.

“The Goddess understands all, my child.” Abel spoke.

Author's Notes:

I hope you enjoyed this, I might edit this.