Part 1: Let the Music Flow
The underbelly of the strip club was a simple cellar housing various kegs and wine racks for the consumption of the customers. As dark, cob webbed and dreary as it all appeared to be, this haunted place had barely seen a touch of sunlight in years.
The floorboards creaked with age, and the panels high above moaned as the club above settled into its evening rest, weighting heavily down upon the rotting foundations that struggled to hold the establishment up.
As expansive as this room was, there towards back, a door led further still into the darkness. A closed door that was littered carved symbols of otherworldly and fantastic origin. Striking movements of a knife had slashed its work to a masterful art that only a craftsman of twenty-five years could create.
And it was beyond this door, where hell had come to earth.
It had been once used as a larger storeroom for various tools and spare furniture. It had been long gutted out to fit the wicked mechanisms of the Music, whose disciple had refurnished to the functionality it served.
Upon entering, the first noticeable aspect was in fact the stink of putrid death, and the incoherent ramblings of two women, with voices possessed by gasping and wheezing tones, as they uttered and interwoven the mantra that was simply beyond the human understanding.
They knelt naked in front of a shrine; a mock-up of an altar fashioned from an old coffee table, but was little with fresh carvings much like the door. Candles were present, offering what little light it could, including blood-dried items of dark intent.
Knives, forks, spoons " corkscrews, and finally a bowl filled to the brim with a soup of thickening red.
One red haired woman rocked back and fore as she chanted, while the other blonde, mimicked her movements in perfect unison, their hands rested squarely upon their stomachs, as if nursing a terrible ache. From behind them, the door had opened, and in Chastity came; as naked as the others, holding her hands out in front of her, as if embracing the shrine. She spoke over the drone of the two other women in front of her feet, her abyssal eyes gazing emotionlessly forward.
"We are your servants, Master, the Sisters and I have come to offer you our undying love and affection....Blood and flesh, souls to feed your beautiful power-"
But the ritual " which was performed every day after the stroke of 1, was to be short lived. A terrible voice shook the room " a screech not of this dimension that tore at the womens" minds. All three shrank back from the shrine, trembling in terror.
Chastity was the first to speak, as she moved to embrace the two other women who had come to whimper and cry at their Master's anger. Her abyssal eyes turned to the shrine, "....What have we done to deserve your ire-"
The screech once again howled.
"How many more must we offer to sate your desire" If we kill any more, people will come to suspect the club " and " my, fault...?" Chastity stood up from the two other women, who both looked up at her with similar, abyssal eyes.
They moved slowly out of the room, afraid to go near their Sister. "But, I did nothing wrong....My....I've done everything you've asked of me " what more must I do?" She dropped to her knees.
A dark rumble growled, as once again, the very foundations of the club shook, but this time, with enough ferocity to cause cracks to form across the wooden beams above. Even the blood and gore in that little bowl upon the shrine, had begun to bubble and boil.
"....She has nothing to do with this. She cannot be turned - I won't let you touch her - she's, not a part of your plans, Master. Please, I thank you for allowing me a chance to live again, I pray for your victory over what is rightfully yours but, please, have mercy for us?"
Chastity's head lifted to the ceiling, pressing her hands together, praying to be forgiven. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as the growl only became more twisted. More angrier than ever before. She turned to look at her Sisters, offering them a whimpered cry for aid to ease their enraged Master.
"Sisters...?"
"We're sorry, Sister...? They chimed in unison as they stepped back, shaking their heads, moving further away from the opened doorway that suddenly slammed shut through an unseen force.
The two Sisters returned to their chants. Dropping to their knees and covering their ears all just to drown out the terrified screams of Chastity, and the bloody murder being wrought unto her.
The underbelly of the strip club was a simple cellar housing various kegs and wine racks for the consumption of the customers. As dark, cob webbed and dreary as it all appeared to be, this haunted place had barely seen a touch of sunlight in years.
The floorboards creaked with age, and the panels high above moaned as the club above settled into its evening rest, weighting heavily down upon the rotting foundations that struggled to hold the establishment up.
As expansive as this room was, there towards back, a door led further still into the darkness. A closed door that was littered carved symbols of otherworldly and fantastic origin. Striking movements of a knife had slashed its work to a masterful art that only a craftsman of twenty-five years could create.
And it was beyond this door, where hell had come to earth.
It had been once used as a larger storeroom for various tools and spare furniture. It had been long gutted out to fit the wicked mechanisms of the Music, whose disciple had refurnished to the functionality it served.
Upon entering, the first noticeable aspect was in fact the stink of putrid death, and the incoherent ramblings of two women, with voices possessed by gasping and wheezing tones, as they uttered and interwoven the mantra that was simply beyond the human understanding.
They knelt naked in front of a shrine; a mock-up of an altar fashioned from an old coffee table, but was little with fresh carvings much like the door. Candles were present, offering what little light it could, including blood-dried items of dark intent.
Knives, forks, spoons " corkscrews, and finally a bowl filled to the brim with a soup of thickening red.
One red haired woman rocked back and fore as she chanted, while the other blonde, mimicked her movements in perfect unison, their hands rested squarely upon their stomachs, as if nursing a terrible ache. From behind them, the door had opened, and in Chastity came; as naked as the others, holding her hands out in front of her, as if embracing the shrine. She spoke over the drone of the two other women in front of her feet, her abyssal eyes gazing emotionlessly forward.
"We are your servants, Master, the Sisters and I have come to offer you our undying love and affection....Blood and flesh, souls to feed your beautiful power-"
But the ritual " which was performed every day after the stroke of 1, was to be short lived. A terrible voice shook the room " a screech not of this dimension that tore at the womens" minds. All three shrank back from the shrine, trembling in terror.
Chastity was the first to speak, as she moved to embrace the two other women who had come to whimper and cry at their Master's anger. Her abyssal eyes turned to the shrine, "....What have we done to deserve your ire-"
The screech once again howled.
"How many more must we offer to sate your desire" If we kill any more, people will come to suspect the club " and " my, fault...?" Chastity stood up from the two other women, who both looked up at her with similar, abyssal eyes.
They moved slowly out of the room, afraid to go near their Sister. "But, I did nothing wrong....My....I've done everything you've asked of me " what more must I do?" She dropped to her knees.
A dark rumble growled, as once again, the very foundations of the club shook, but this time, with enough ferocity to cause cracks to form across the wooden beams above. Even the blood and gore in that little bowl upon the shrine, had begun to bubble and boil.
"....She has nothing to do with this. She cannot be turned - I won't let you touch her - she's, not a part of your plans, Master. Please, I thank you for allowing me a chance to live again, I pray for your victory over what is rightfully yours but, please, have mercy for us?"
Chastity's head lifted to the ceiling, pressing her hands together, praying to be forgiven. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as the growl only became more twisted. More angrier than ever before. She turned to look at her Sisters, offering them a whimpered cry for aid to ease their enraged Master.
"Sisters...?"
"We're sorry, Sister...? They chimed in unison as they stepped back, shaking their heads, moving further away from the opened doorway that suddenly slammed shut through an unseen force.
The two Sisters returned to their chants. Dropping to their knees and covering their ears all just to drown out the terrified screams of Chastity, and the bloody murder being wrought unto her.