The Creation Of A False God
The room was covered in blood. The couch,TV, computer, all of it, red with blood. Standing in the center of this horrifying room, was a single man. His clothes were cut straight across, all along his body underneath as well. The raised his right hand. Blood dripped off his fingertips, and ran down along his arm, dripping off of his elbow. "This is for the best..." Said the man in a barely audible whisper. His body was pouring blood to the already soaked carpet, all from the wounds that ran across his entire body. "Yeah, this is what's needed, everyone will be happy after this." He whispered again. With a medum length knife in his other hand, he raised it up to his chest, applied pressure, and slide it straight across. More blood splashed to the ground. The man's face didn't budge an inch, it was a blank stare. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, his mind wasnt used to the kind of things that occured within the ending week. Too much sorrow, grievance, and depression, too many tears cried, now, his emotions ran dry. His once resolute mind had been broken. He slid the knife across his thighs, more blood flowe to the ground. "If the gods are happy...then i should join them." He whispered. His oonce white shirt was now a deep red, and his blue jeans, now a terrible crimson. His once flawless face now had gashes and slices that were still bleeding. His once brilliant brown eyes, were nothing more then two pools of dead gray. With all of this blood, one would think that this man would be dead, or close to death, but no, he couldn't die, not while there was still work to be done.
His parents had left him, so while they were gone, he had taken it upon himself to purify that that is him. So that way when they came back, they would see just how perfect he was. No more being called a loser, a nerd, a freak, none of it anymore, because he was now pure. Perfection if you will. He was still bleeding from his many gashes across his body as he remembered his enlightenment, and the purifying of his parents. When his parents had discovered his purifyed form, and had seen the impurities that were smeared upon the floor, they tried to stop him. He then purified his parents. During the purging process, they had died. They had failed the test that the man's god had taught him to give. In failure, lies death, as the man was taught by his god, they couldn't handle being perfect. It was clear to the man that they weren't the chosen as he was, therefore had to be disposed of.
The man had friends, yes and a many of them. They had all helped him during the Week of Enlightenment, and therefore he owed them thanks. He would have to test them to see if they could join him as a a chosen. His deareset friends were with him throughout the week, Salina, Philip, Marisa, all of them, had tried to cheer him up. They would be tested just as his parents were, with the man's god's holy instrument, a knife. The test was how the man planned to repay his friends. He slid the knife across his gut, more blood spilled to the soaking ground. "They will be saved...it's for their greater good." He whispered. He looked at his knife as his blood dripped off. "It is soon the day of Purging, the day of Redemption. Khorne will be pleased to gain more followers..." For the first time in a week, he smiled and his reflection, smiled back. He raised the blade to his lips, and licked the blood off the edge.
A&N
So it was a tad creepy, and may scare certain people, namely the ones mention, but its ok because it's a spur of the moment story, Thank you for reading Khorne is OWNZORED by GamesWorkshop, and hope it scares you :)