Silent Hill 4: DOMINION
By HighCaliberRageous
Instability Within the Order
Nothing made one feel more ominous. He needed not a single tool or device. No signs, no spiritual toys. He himself was the bridge and very much or even more like the Johnny Smith of his favorite Stephen King novel the Dead Zone he could see things that happened within people's lives. Every single tourist that came to visit had their own sins they committed and their own fates to meet. Even though one could say that he was a sinner himself to toy with power that did not belong to him he was using it in such a way that went beyond scaring the living daylights of people but made them see their mistakes.
Opening up a book to the lives of other men and women was just about the funnest task he had ever performed in his entire life, and most of the people that he telepathized dreams of horror to were people who had absolutely no full understanding of what this false world of monsters was around them. The only thing that could defeat such a world was belief in the true spirits that existed on high, and not the attachment to earth or the confused denominations that the many orders of Silent Hill had taken upon. They had an idea of what spirituality was all about but they weren't even close to discovering what the truth was all about.
They had finally seen a spirit not of the Earthly world in front of their own eyes and what did they do? They used such a being to steal it's power for their own machinations instead of being God fearing like they were supposed to be. That said quite a lot about their faith. So like the foolish human to take on such tasks. Maybe he was still blinded by his desires but at least he wasn't as dumb as everyone else. That was why they were so stupid and received their just punishment by dying, and he still lived.
There were some lives that he chose to torment that still made it out of his maze of confusion and pain. There was even a time where he believed in all his 'over seeing power' that not even signs warning them on an open opportunity to take the path that is right and just to freedom from Silent Hill would save them but it did…well one of them. Mason and Alessa/Cheryl (or whatever that man had renamed the child by now) were still under his wing. One was dead for his actions against the order while the other one..even without the fetus would still weaken under his power. There was only one person who actually escaped his grim-reaper roled wrath. James Sunderland chose his fantasy and forgot about his true wife. It would have been much too cruel to let the night of sex afterwards reveal the monster he found. Eventually the demon that had challenged all the faults he made with his wife had became apparent to him that night in bed with Maria. He expected either two things to happen either he'd be dead as a doornail for his mistake or Maria would vanish in thin air and he'd forget what he went through on that revisit of Silent Hill.
And the man behind it all was waiting to condemn another idiot led by the desires of Earth. To kill him, and justify all that he believed in, the hypocrisy of common society and the zombies that lived within it…
Maria forgave him on the ledge at Rosewater Park. He forgot about the Mary that he had seen in Silent Hill knowing that all he'd seen was a demon haunting him for grave sin, but it had been made clear throughout his self journey how willing he was to repent, and as Maria was just a spirit sent to mock him at all his failed chances to support his wife she instead became a second chance to start all over. Of course with a manifestation that had no last name and didn't seem like a proper match up for such a man when she was supposedly a stripper working at the 'Heaven's Night' bar but it was an opportunity nonetheless.
The leader couldn't believe that he actually felt sorry for that dumbass. Or all the rotten people that invaded his town which he had invested so much money into and infested his creation with their dirty lives even a MURDERER like James? That was too much. It would soon be their judgment grounds, and the blood that he spilled while revealing to the foolish, the truth of what their ulterior motives led to was no more than dirt that needed dusting. He had a legion of monsters at his command. Monsters or followers…however one person looked at it they were all the same. They were all confused as to the purpose of the spiritual presence and practices of Silent Hill
Had it been so many years ago at that old Presbyterian church that he stood up right in the middle of mass and spoken so boldly of the priest's imperfections almost in seconds, receiving critical eyes from almost everyone around him. A dark silence fell over the room before he was literally laughed out of the church. He might as well have traveled to great Rome and asked for another Vatican council to take place just to settle all his misunderstandings with the entire spectrum of religion.
There wasn't a single soul he knew throughout all of Paleville county that would understand his disagreements with the current order. There used to be the days when he could simply speak and get someone's attention but now it seemed that one had to do so by hitting a person with a baseball bat. If that was the case he would send out the biggest message that his mind could possibly cook up. A message for all the hypocrites who doubted him, who mocked his work and considered him a hopeless fool in waiting. They would find out exactly what he was anticipating….Not the 'Coming' they heard of in scripture…a much more dangerous one.
He never had a chance to tell his beloved when she was still alive and beautiful filling up his private quarters with heavenly light from her attractiveness and radiance. She was always curious but he was too embarrassed to tell her that regardless of the wonderful things his home had to offer that she was under the roof of a heathen. That his dungeon basement hid so many secrets of another side to him. A him that was so determined to play the hero seeking out sinners and destroying them in the nights with power given to him by the spirits of Silent Hill when she cried herself to sleep wondering where on earth her husband was. He soon came to realize after that fateful Sunday that no one cared about his crusade to root out the most sinful and use the power contained within Silent Hill's atmosphere to punish such true monsters, that he was leaving someone out of the picture. He just then decided that it was time to tell her. It was strange to find the front door was open when he reminded her so many times. Seeing the trashed items on the ground already had him running. He didn't want to believe it but somewhere inside his mind he was confirming it already.
This remarkable young woman came to him knowing that he was a scholarly nutcase and still chose to love him for those few years they had been together, and a common thief had invaded their home whilst she was bed sick and KILLED HER! Her eyes were so pale as though her pupils had faded out completely. Her hands were not bloodstained at all and the sharp knife that pierced her innocent heart certainly was covered in it. To his surprise he found one of his old spell books. (something that he had tried to keep from her for years) close by her bed. She was reading a protection chant. She even had the ingredients sprawled out across the sheets…and it didn't save her at all.
Of course it didn't….
Not only did she die, but his precious little angel had fallen to hell. As his eyes streamed with tears he vowed he'd find the one and he wouldn't let up when he caught the culprit. Not at all.
He could have prayed that the almighty who hung on paintings and crosses on the house walls but only as decoration to appease the rest of the high class neighbors that came to visit, party or socialize in hi home instead of inspiration to refuel his life. He chose rather to grab the spell book in anger. His eyes lifeless and his mind totally unaware of what he was about to start. If he and this deity of his had brought Silent Hill with the beginning they he could surely judge everybody and bring to everyone the crushing fatal end of judgment.
Silent Hill would speak one last time to all that ignored it's calling an mocked their leader. Only this time it would not be a warning. This time it would be the final shot.