Disclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill Konami does.
After his father died, he left behind of mess of papers and books reguarding some cult religion he had been researching of out a town called Silent Hill. The young man, being the only relative his father had left in the world, had inherited everything, including his fathers mess. One sunday afternoon, as the rain poured down outside his father dark vast estate, he came into the study. He decided it was time to sort through his fathers files. Among his fathers journals, were some sketches of the town and various places in the town, mainly the churches and some orphange call Wish House. As he sorted papers and cleared the mongany desk , somthing caught his eye. It was a red leather bound portfolio, it was thick with papers and being held shut by a red leather strap that was tied around it. He slide into his father desk chair and procceded to untie the strap releasing the papers onto the desk. He collected them together and organized them in order by the small number printed on the bottom of each paper. Together they were a story, or a legend rather. He retieved a pot of tea and made himself comforable in his fathers study, and began to read.
Lake Sacrafice
The war had ended, the sons and grandsons of the village had come home and everyone rejoyced with celebration. They brought gifts to Toluca Lake to thank the God for there safe return and lite candles around the sprit stones for those who had not returned. The light would guide them to Paradise, where they will be reunited when the gates open and God is born into this world. All seemed to be well in Silent Hill, but little did the people know of the war that went on between God and his banished one, Zanthar. Zanthar, once a devoted disciple of God, now banished to the depths of Toluca Lake. Zanthar had fallen in love with Gods most beautiul and beloved spirit, Xuchilpaba, he asked God to let them become one, but God refused. Zanthar grew angry and threatened God, so he was banished. After centeries, Zanthar discovered Gods flaw, God had given him control of the Lake and all that dwelled in it. Out near the lake a child screamed and the people turn to see a great stone acrhway rise up from the depths of the murky water, it was covered in seaweed and sand. A throne sat beneath it and upon that throne sat Zanthar, with his great black horns spiraling up to the sky, he wore a tattered an torn blue robes and when his eyes opened to gaze out at the people who had forsaken him, they glowed a cat like yellow. The people screamed in terror, grabbing there children and loved ones. Zanthar rose, a great long harpoon staff in his right hand and spoke. His voice seem to flow over the waves on the lake and then thunder in the sky.
"Egnever."
Over the passing months, Zanthar remained on his throne at the center of the lake, seeking out new ways to make the people suffer. He killed cattle, destoryed crops, dried up the river beds and poisoned the very lake. The people begged the elders to do something, anything to stop this, and over the loud begging Father Daniel spoke.
"Calm down my children, calm down." He hushed them.
"Calm down!" one man shouted, "That monster as destoryed our land, how can God allow this?"
"Hush brother Jedadiah, the elders and I are going to the spirit stone this night to meditate and through meditation I shall speak to God."
As night fell, the people prepared gifts for the elders to bring to the spirit stone, some gave everything they had left. The elders donned their red robes and grabbed their walk staves and began there journey to the spirit stones. Hours passed and the elders did not return, the people grew impatient and they marched with pitch forks and torches up to the spirit stones. The elders tried to hold them back, but the burst through. They found Father Daniel crying as he sat in the dirt beneath the stone.
"God will not speak to me, and the monster has destoryed the holy plant of White Claudia so I cannot call him."
The people became outraged and beat the spirit stone with their pitch forks, fists and torches. The ground suddenly shook violently, knocking the people to the ground. They looked to Father Daniel, he was rising to his feet as if someone had him by the neck and was pulling him up. He faced the people, his eyes closed and he hovered a foot above the ground. The people gasped as his eyes opened, they were solid white. He began to speak.
"My people, I have heard your cries." He began, he spoke not in one voice, but in many. "I shall show you what you must do to be free of Zanthars wraith, listen to me and do exactly as I say."
"Eris." The people replied.
"Bring to him the child who bears my mark, spill his blood upon the shore and send his body across the lake. Zanthar will take him to his realm and be at rest for one hundred years."
"But, does that mean he'll return?" A man asked.
"Yes my son, he shall and every one hundred years a child shall be born bearing my mark and every one hundred years you shall bring him to Zanthar, this is my word."
"Eris." The people replied.
With that, Father Daniel closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground. When he came too, the elders told him of God's word and what they must do. At dawn the entire village marched down to the lake ,lead by the elders in their red robes. The boy bearing the mark was brought forward, he was wearing nothing, but a pair of tattered pants. On his upper right should there appeared to be a birth mark, it was shaped exactly like the spirit stone. A woman from the back of the crowd came running through, her eyes were red and swollon from crying, new tears appeared and rolled down over the old tears stained to her soft cheeks. She grabbed Father Daniel's arm and fell to her knees.
"Please Father I beg you, spare my son, please!" She sobbed.
"Hush now Cornelia, this is Gods word, your son is going to save the village."
"NO!" She screamed and torn at Father Daniel, "I won't let you..no!"
Father Daniel nodded to the elders and they came forward grabbed the woman, holding her back from him. The boy stood at the edge of the lake, he was trembling, and staring out at Zanthar, who watched the people in amusment.
"Now Quinton I want you to close you eyes and imagine your in paradise."
"Yes Father." The boy replied, his body trembling fiercly now.
Father Daniel removed a dagger from within his cloak and knelt before the boy. He raised the dagger in the air and spoke. "Emalf ot htaed, htaed ot esidarap" He then slit the wrists of the boy, the blood poured out over the boys pants, legs, and onto the shore. Zanthar stood from his throne, he knew now what they were doing, and he waved a clawed hand over the lake. It bubbled, and sent waves crashing to shore, as hundreds of hands reached out the water. Ripped clothinng and decaying fleshing hung from the bonys hands that now reached for the boy. Father Daniel pushed him forward into the water , and the hands grabbed him and carried the boy into Zanthar's waiting arms. The woman, being held by the elders, screamed and screamed until her voice had become nothing more then a hoarse whisper. Zanther saw the mark on the boys shoulder and let out a roaring laugh. He drove his claws into the boys open wounds and procceded to feed on the boys blood. Zanthar collapsed back on his throne, the boy wrapped in his arms, and closed his eyes. Once his eyes had fully shut the stone archway sunk beneath the lake and the hands disappeared. The dark clouds broke and sunny blue skys covered the village and lake. The sound of cattle could be heard in the distance, white claudia sprung up all around them and the murky lake water turned to a crystal clear beauty. A hawk flew over head, circling the people and voice came raining down over them.
"My dear Cornelia, do not weep for Quinton, for when our Lord God is born into this world and the gates of paradise open, Zanathars realm shall fall and his prisoners shall be freed." The voice said, it was soft, sweet and soothing. The people knew with out a doubt that is was the voice of Xuchilpaba, Gods most beautiful and beloved spirit.
The young man placed the papers back into the red portfolio and tied it shut. He then placed it in the bottom drawer of the desk and stood carrying the empty tea pot and food dishes back into the kitchen. As he set the dishes in the sink the phone rang.
"Hello?" He said.
"Hey Devon, its me Jack, I heard you were staying out at your fathers place, hows it going?" Jack asked.
"Oh, its going ok, there's alot of stuff to go through, hey do you what my dad was working on, I found some weird stuff on his desk."
"He was doing rearch on myths and legends of that town, oh whats it called, Silent Hill, I think its mostly stories made up by people hooked on white claudia." He laughed.
"Hmm, well that explains the weird story I found, anyway I gotta go finish in the study, maybe Ill find some more weird stories." Devon laughed.
"Well have fun, listen if you need some help or company give me a hollar ok."
"I might do that thanks, talk to ya later."
"Bye Devon."
"Bye." Devon said hanging up the phone.
This was something I just wrote in the spur of the moment and I liked it so much I decided to share, so please read and review.