Silent Hill: The Cycle

by DigitalFruitBomb

She killed God, now his reason for exsistence has been shattered. Power dwindling, an angry servant of God searches for a vessel dark enough to bring him back one more time. Semi-sequel to SH:3

A quick body scuttles in the darkness, growing ever so weary. Sirens sound in the background as it makes its way across the lattice. It stops to breathe in deep, smelling the fragrant stench of gore on the walls.

With no eyes, it watches everything, yet sees nothing. Endless thoughts spill forth from a hollow head, searching for answers in the blackness.

'Emptiness. God is dead. Mother is gone. Existence shattered. No reason, no reason. Power fading, and quickly. Need body. More power. More energy. Need blackness. Darkness. Anguish.

Yes. Feed. Grow. Reborn.

Need body. Need mother.

Need? Yes. Memories.

Searching searching searching. Dead. Everyone. Dead. Memories memories all gone.

Gone gone gone. No, found.

Found.

Woman. Woman is black. Blacker than pit. Deep anguish, so much power. Power reborn.

Mother will come. Mother will birth. Mother is black, darker than tar. Mother spits venom. I feed feed feed.

I found her.

Mother will come. Mother won't forgive.

Reborn once more.'

The sirens shrieked louder, beckoning every dark soul to the town's wake. Five figures drew up from a wispy blackness behind the creature. If it had a mouth, it would have smiled.