Emotionless

“I can no longer feel emotions,” the ghastly figure stated with a gnarled, sickening voice, “I have summoned the powers of the void to remove the heart that beats.”

It stared at me, and nothing else happened. I wasn’t even certain the words were spoken aloud, or in my mind. In time I began to feel a great weight in my own heart, and the beating grew intense as though an explosion would occur in my chest. My eyes felt lethargic and my hands quivered with melting sensation, and I suddenly felt like a burst of heaven had entered into my being, that I had ventured into a nexus of never ending joy. I sensed the being luring me, as though my pain had been its pain, as though its pain had been mine. Was the being even there? I struggled to stand still and my legs felt like folding at the knees, and yet I was fixed in place, awaiting some need to be fulfilled. I wasn’t sure of resisting, and I wasn’t sure of acceding; I just wanted my pain taken away. I felt all the sorrows of my life, why I was in that godforsaken place, where at night the foul creatures roamed in search of souls to devour. Everything had come to rest in a fitful nightmare for myself that I realized, this grotesque thing before me, was my salvation, my angel of death.

“I will remove your heart,” it spoke, “and you will live peacefully in eternity, as I.”

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