Random One Shots

Blood on my face and whispers in my ear.

Testing a new style with blood and lovecraft horror.

I sit against the stone wall of my lab, getting a chance to catch my breath. I taste copper in my mouth, feel the blood running down my face, knowing that its only half mine. The artificial light of the flaming sconces casting long shadows across the room. My desk to the left was pilled with scrolls, both new and ancient, they contained all my research and that which I have yet to conduct. Across the room from me was my altar. A colossal mass of stone covered entirely in arcane carvings and sigils. The floor around it seems to disappear into a bottomless pit, pitch black and completely alien to this world. This was simply my latest experiment, one of the old scrolls told of the knowledge that could be learnt from such a portal. Regret rises from the pits of my guts and I notice the body off to the side, twisted and broken, in a white gown stained red. This was not worth the price. I scream, until my lungs feel as if they would collapse and then even more. Tears mix with the red down my cheeks as I stare pure hatred at this eldritch abomination. Then the whispers started. Buzzing in my skull like insects, they never stopped. In all languages I knew and many I didn't they interfered and overlapped until it was impossible to pick one voice among the wall of noise. They came from everywhere and nowhere, they promised me power, knowledge and redemption. But also pain and loss and suffering. How could I refuse such an offer. I dried my face on a soaked sleeve and rose to my feet, drawing my sword I step towards the portal. Staring deep into nothingness I see everything, I understand now. For me there is no turning back. Licking my lips in anticipation, I step over the threshold. I will finish what I began.