Ashes to Ashes… Death to all -Thunderbolt
Bells of doom-begun singing
As it had be sung before the creation
In heaven it was when the light was born
In Hell it is where the Morning star shines
Closer the sin is than the purity guards
The soul that weeps mortify in the insane confession
Closer the sin is than the liturgy bitterness
With shame spoken as the prayer of hope
The air so fresh they won't breathe no more
And no tear shall cure their dried eyes
Dawn rises burning and brings no solace
Ashes to Ashes... Death to All!
Wind demons started the dance so ancient
To fidgeting in the strange air's vibrations
Swallowed they filled everyone with the desire to harm
Exhaled they murdered all those who believed their dreams
Closer the sin is than the church of obedience
Into the blindness and madness it dwells
Closer the sin is than the fear of god
That burdens the believers with penitence
To the heaven so high they won't fly
And no wish of angel can stop the marauder
Dawn rises burnt by the spells of Samael
Ashes to Ashes... Death to All!
Awaken by the blast of infernal rage
Purification agony is inexorable
Death... Death to All!
There's no survival from the last strike of convulsion
Even the sacredness is no longer eternal
Death... Death to All!
No mortal deserves to live amongst the Undead
So they will suffer when realize that virtue is higher damnation
Bells of doom singing the mystical anthem
As it let be written long before the creation
In heaven the death's cold blade continuous the art of havoc
In hell that on earth is revealed we Praise The Name Of Satan
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Chapter one
Admisceo Letum
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Sirius shook himself from his slumber and stared blearily into the encumbering fog. In the far distance unpleasant noises sounded off. They had been sporadically going on and off for some hours now and Sirius took whatever peace he could between them to rest. Sunlight was now but a memory within the borders of Silent Hill, even the moon with its dark secrets had disappeared from the sky. Only a dense cloud of fog dominated the town. In fact it was even more of a ghost town and that disturbed Sirius all the more. As silently as the fog had crept in, the people of Silent Hill had crept out. Some he had seen leave by their own means but most others had simply not been there when he looked a second time.
Another terrible cry arose from the fog, startling Sirius, it sounded close. How he cursed it and his own unavoidable curious nature. Of course it was not just his species characteristics that stayed him, Sirius could not help but notice the strange aura that Silent Hill pervaded. Its peculiar atmosphere gave him a sense of duty to await and be witness to what was approaching despite his fear of it. Although danger threatened from just around the edge it seemed to important to miss. So he stayed against his better judgement.
From his perch on the lamppost he could just about see the street below, past the immense fog that had strolled in of late. Strange shadows parted from their immobile positions and scattered through the murk. Sirius dared not to think what they might be. Above him more dark shapes shifted through the choking mists and Sirius slunk deeper into his body trying not to be noticed.
Suddenly he caught more movement from the corner of his eye. It was not the sneakiness of the shapeless masses that haunted the streets but rather a crouched form that darted rather then slunk from the behind the large glass front of a building. Sirius, as far as he could recall, could not remember seeing the evil lurking shapes passing inside the houses and shops, but he was not above suspecting they very well could be.
With long trusted skill, Sirius dropped from his perch with silent, carefully controlled motion so as not to attract any unwanted attention. He warily glanced about himself as he landed onto the ledge of a window and was relieved when after a minute or two when he saw nothing had caught his movements.
Peering into the room through the glass pain Sirius expected to see nothing but pure, inky blackness. Instead the flickering shine of a small light could be seen far at the back. It eased his mind somewhat. The things that now roamed the deserted town would never use artificial light, creatures such as them seemed to prefer to hide and he highly doubted their intelligence to create light themselves, whatever they were. He did not need to see them to know that. The light's presence also gave him hope that at least one of the residents had survived whatever had befallen the town. Sirius with his cautious nature though, was willing to hold onto that assumption until he had conformation of the fact. To do that though, he had to explore his find further.
Sirius peered deep into the window to get his bearings of the interior of the building. The light aglow within it's own pocket wavered at the far end, peeking just above a large shadowy counter. Of the initial figure Sirius had seen, there was no sign, but they were there, he was sure of it. They were most probably lying behind the counter and taking comfort from the glow. They obviously did not wish to be seen yet and were too afraid to hide without any illumination whatsoever. Sirius could perfectly understand. Within this all-consuming black he would want the reassurance of a light to ease his mind as well. Even though he was a bird his more human personality was still in need of the comfort of a warm glow.
Sirius sat and pondered if he should take the situation further and discover more about the identity of the individual, or return to his former place on the lamppost. Curiosity was his staple but he was no fool either. He had not lived for as long as he had, which far exceeded the lifespan of any ordinary Raven, without also being cautious. Sirius's loyalty was first and foremost to himself. Would he risk his life to sate himself or would he leave the being ultimately to their own devices? Curiousity and a little compassion won out.
He launched himself into the air. With his highly tuned eyesight he surveyed the building for an entry. The building was quite old in itself, a lacklustre crumbling disaster. It lacked a chimney to his annoyance, and the owners seemed to have decided not to decorate the side of their house with a dish or television aerial. Over all it appeared quite unloved and unused. It did however give him one bright spark, a handy window open on the top floor. He took no time to decide, without due he tucked his wings in close and dived through it.
The room was quite sparse from what he could see. A queen-sized bed was squeezed into a lonely corner and a dressing table just as lonely in another. The room included nothing else except for a threadbare carpet and dingy floral wallpaper. It was as if the room was just for show, mere window dressing. It disturbed Sirius greatly. Of course, he thought, it could just be his nerves, warped out of proportion by what was going on, to make the room seem more ominous then it was. Chills ran up and down his spine and suddenly he could not bear to stay there any longer. Conveniently the doorway was wide open and he took its invitation to escape.
Down the corridor he flew until he reached a descending stairway. He paused, fully aware that the sight of such a monstrous bird as himself would likely scare the already fearful occupant. He did not wish to become the innocent victim of misinterpreted circumstances, so he took the stairs with caution.
The small light was not hard to spot from where Sirius perched. It glowed faintly from the crack of a door. After careful consideration Sirius chose to alight upon the door's top edge and peer through the gap. His eyes slit down to hide their supernatural glow as he peered into the room. He could not see much from his vantage point, even with the light. The angle was not to his benefit, but he saw enough. Sirius could just about make out the tips of someone's shoes poking beneath a large Oak desk not too far from the doorway entrance. They didn't move.
Outside the hollowed sounds of the creatures seeped through the glass front, faded but ever present. Sirius, despite his familiarity to the situation still shivered, he noticed too that the human moved in correspondence to the noises as well, a jerky and sudden motion as if contemplating the necessity to flee.
Sirius took a mere moment before entering the room using as much stealth as possible. However the in-closed space, from which he was not used to, proved a difficult job to manoeuvre. He landed clumsily onto the top of the desk. An intake of breath came from beneath it and the strangers feet slipped rapidly under. Sirius swore in his head. He stilled himself and debated what to do next. He had little choice really.
With a quick skip and a hop he alighted onto the floor opposite the desk. He kept himself alert in case he needed to move away in a hurry, but one look at the man showed him there was no need to worry. The human male was cringing in the farthest corner, eyeballing Sirius with icy blue eyes, nostrils flaring. He seemed too terrified to move. Sirius tried to look less scary by an attempting to mimic one of those jolly birds found on the cards human used to give each other on special occasions. From the stare of stark terror on the human male Sirius knew he was failing miserably. Of course he just so happened to be an enormous black raven, which was hardly likely to inspire comfort under the circumstances.
In the end it was apparent on Sirius's part that a little patience was required. The man was obviously too strung up to let his guard down. So in the end it was a matter of waiting it out and hoping that any lack of aggression or untoward movement would help ease the man. It took a long time as both man and beast looked at each other. It looked as if the human would never calm down. However slowly but surely the man's shoulder's began to lose their stiffness and his body began to relax. The eyes wide with fright grew calmer and soon the human male was looking at Sirius with calm intensity and a little curiosity.
A new sound pierced their silent regard and both jumped, startled. It was much, much closer then before. Sirius had the unnerving feeling that whatever it was, was extremely close by. With another startled jump Sirius caught the sound of tapping on the glass front, confirming his fear. The man himself paled to sun-bleached sand and his hands grasped tight to the lantern he held in his hands. In Sirius's chest his heart was beating fast, reverberating his entire body with it's thrumming.
The tapping continued for a short while. Whatever was tapping was slow and methodical in its approach and it grated on Sirius's nerves. Thankfully it appeared that the thing was not a very patient creature, it soon stopped. Silence reigned as apprehension of a return of the thing held the two in place, tensely waiting. Gradually man and Raven relaxed and returned to their regard of each other. Sirius wished, and not for the first time, that he could speak and begin to break the discomfort between them.
Suddenly the man leaned forward from his hideaway and brought one shaky hand out. With trepidation he reached out for Sirius. Sirius was no fool and watched warily. Despite the unified companionship from fear of their surroundings, he knew nothing of the man. In his experiences with humans he had learnt the hard cruelty they inflicted and of what they were capable of. He prepared himself to take flight.
The man's pallid face, hesitantly smiled, his lips quivering with held in nervousness. Abruptly he stilled his hand from its trajectory. The smile fell from his face as he looked deep into Sirius's orbs and Sirius knew he had seen the supernatural light they emitted. The hand was quickly retracted and the fearful, trapped look returned. The Raven sighed inwardly, that ever brief moment of understanding had fallen away to distrust again.
The very next moment Sirius was surprised to see the man turn away from him, tipping his head to the side, as if listening for something. Sirius copied the action, trying to discern the man's change of interest. Far off in the distance he could faintly hear deep, ominous bells sounding out their knell. It was rather like an echo of a bell, out of sync, it hurt his ears. Sirius knew that the sounds were not coming from this reality but from another realm, his innate talents told him so. Yet how could the man, now strangely sitting quite peacefully, hear it as well? Humans, as far as Sirius knew, were not prone to perceive such things. The question however was soon settled when the man turned back to him and properly smiled, no fear, no terror, only full of comfort and friendliness. It had an odd familiarity about it.
To Sirius's complete an utter shock the man began to fade away right in front of him, his body casting an ethereal haze that slowly dimmed. The distinctive oak panelling at the back of the desk became more visible behind the human. Even the lantern itself was growing transparent. Soon all that was left was the vague impression of a shape And then that too left with a sudden pop that sent Sirius, feathers awry, into fight.
He had seen a lot in his time, but this counted stranger then normal. He felt his emotions vying in his head. About him he could feel an energy, causing the feathers on his nape to ruff up. Even though the human was gone he had left a residue of himself. It took a short time to dissipate.
The man was a ghost, and not the first one Sirius had come across. He wrestled his frazzled nerves from the moments recent excitement before he considered it. Was the meeting with the spirit an accident, coincidence or pre-ordained? It certainly felt more then happenstance. He would never know for certain, seeing his path, where his choices led, was not within his ability. He could only assume, but he was sure more then luck was involved. After all, he had always recognised a ghost until now. He wasn't meant too this time. Why?
Sirius decided then and there he did not want to dwell on the subject, or the location. He dreaded what else he was to encounter in the town but knew from the deepest, darkest reaches of his soul that he was meant to be here. To be witness to the changes that seemed inevitable, in the one place that defied all his knowledge and
understanding. What he would see, he did not know. What he would meet, he knew not also. All he knew was that the strangeness that had befallen Silent Hill would gradually seep out its secrets and mysteries. After this experience he was convinced anything was possible.