Introduction
"There once was a maiden in Stone Berry Hallow–" She looked back at the door seeing her husband shaking his head no. She closes the book and carries the child with her.
"Mommy, where are we going?" The child said wondering why they are going in the middle of night.
"Shh… we are going to go somewhere now." The mother replied. They walked down a street and spotted a hooded man.
"Is this the meeting?" The mother whispered closely into the hooded man's ear. He nods and points behind him, a basement door. They walked down the stairs, finding other cultists on the way.
"I'm scared mommy… Who are they?" The child feared that something bad might happen. The mother did not respond. She stared blankly on the white chalked symbols on the floor. Her mother placed the child in the center of the symbols.
"Mommy?" The child looked to see that the cultists were surrounding outside the symbols. They started to chant.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
It took awhile to process that the mother was drooling with her eyes were crossed, that she lookedpossessed. Both the parents were tied up to a chair before they regained consciousness.
"Wahh? What happened?" The child's parent tried looking where they were.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
"Mommy!" The child screamed seeing that the lines from the symbols had turned red. In terror, the child fainted when the lines glowed blood red. Everything was still, nothing moved until she twitched her leg.
"Oorah!" One of the cultists exclaimed loudly. "The child has survived! Maybe that child is the Chosen One!" The entire cultist stared at the child with their smiles wide. The child stumbled up then fell back down, the legs weaker than before, like someone had cut off its legs. The child's eyes half opened seeing a hooded boy much shorter than the other cultist, appear out of nowhere, had taken out a pistol from his cloak. Then there were two shots to be heard after that a thump on the floor. Blood was everywhere, on the floor and the walls. The young boy looked back at the child with his icy cold eyes and a grin in his face. An alarm rang throughout the room; loud footsteps were heard closer and closer.
"Hold it right there or we will use forc–" Everyone had vanished and only the child and parent laid on the floor.
His icy eyes were blurred, seeing cultists around him.
"This child is still needed to complete the ritual!" One of the cultist angrily said spitting onto another member.
"Yes, but he must be matured till the right age. We will release him or else the god will be mad." The cultist with a crooked star staff looked at the enraged cultist. Then there was silence.
"How do we know if he is the Chosen One and not a fraud? Shall we find out?" Another cultist held his knife over the child's chest and plunged it. He felt his blood pouring out of his body, and then there was darkness.
A Couple of Months Later
Fire flew up into the air. The orange parka stood up and looked around.
(Shit! Is this Hell?) He walked around the area seeing a huge gate nearby with tons of people lined up. A person dressed in black with long wavy hair, was in front of the gates ordering everyone.
"Oh hello, Kenny. What brings you here?" The stranger stared at him.
(Who the fuck are you? I never seen your face before…) He replied. (What's happening? I thought I would go back up if I died.)
"Well, welcome to Hell where you will suffer for all eternity." The usual person responded. "I'm Damien, Son of Satan, who will rule over the mortals. Anyways, father would like to speak to you." He snapped his fingers and summoned deformed humans with weapons in their hands.
(Is that really needed?) Kenny looked at the guards with their swords wielded out. Damien did not answer. The guards made Kenny move all the way until they reached a castle. Satan stood there looking please.
"Oh yes Kenny you're finally here. You've been slipping through my hands every time you died but I finally have you." Satan stomped on the floor filled with happiness. "Now… lock him in his cage with the rest of the unnatural." They walked down a long stairway and they shoved him into a jail cell. Only one person was inside there, a young girl in a cloak looking like the same age as him, glared at him with crimson eyes, Kenny turned away to not make eye contact. His icy blue eyes stared at the walls seeing tally marks all over. Everything was silent.
"How did you die?" She mumbled trying to break the silent.
(Uh… I don't really know. How about you?) Kenny answered.
"Stop trying to avoid the question…How did you die?" She said it more loudly.
(Let's say I was suffering too much and I could have come back whenever I wanted to.) Kenny turned to her. Her eyes wide open. (What?) She walked up to him seeing that her cloak was torn up.
"Did you ever wish that you could go home?" She stared blankly into his eyes. Kenny nods.
(If this is death then I'm want to die, but I still want to invite my friends once more.) Kenny said with sadness in his voice. A door opened before him as she stretched out her arms.
"This door will guide all of us back home. You will never have to come to Hell again though there is a catch. You will never remember anything about this Hell's visit." She said in a weak voice.
(But what about you?) Kenny looked over to her. She did not say anything. She grabbed him and pushed him into the door. Kenny face planted onto the pure white snow of South Park. Her head poked out of the door, she waved slowly.
"Farewell."
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