It took some time scouring the empty streets before Daniel felt the dread rise. He passed a few houses, some of their doors swinging open with no signs of life. Determined to find out where he landed, the man knocked on every door he could, even stole peeks inside to find no one around. Every street was clear, every block was barren. The town appeared to have been inhabited. How long ago was difficult to discern, but there was certainly life here…at one point.
The fog had only grown more oppressive, growing tighter about the archaeologist in a claustrophobic haze. There was something about this town. It wasn’t just the emptiness of it. It wasn’t just the thick fog. There was a strange feeling he felt with every step he took.
As if someone was watching him, only to turn and find no one there. For the first time in a long while, Daniel felt truly alone. He screamed out to no response. It was like a Purgatory, kept in a prison of his mind until he begged and prayed for release.
He trudged along the sidewalk, heavy weight of emotions and memories returning from a place far darker than this. Daniel was outside this time, not confined indoors, neither was he on the run from the supernatural. So why did he feel so trapped?
Suddenly, there was a noise. Yes, something out there. Stumbling amidst the abandoned carriages, the sound got louder. Then louder. He followed his ears towards the center of the road, where a tiny device lay waiting. Strange, it was shaped like a phonograph, but much, much smaller. It was emitting a high-pitched, static sound.
Intrigued by the object, Daniel bent down to pick it up. As he did so, there was a sudden grunt behind him. It was familiar, yet different from what he remembered. Terror urged him to move, and he rushed to his feet. Before he could change his mind, the Englishman turned around to face his attacker.
It wasn’t fully visible through the fog. It had a humanoid shape, no doubt, and he half expected one of Alexander’s servants to materialize. Yet what stepped before him was no such thing. What it was he could not say, which shocked him. He had seen so much before now, but this was unlike anything he had known.
The figure limped forward, its skin peeling and melting, bubbles and rot all over the surface. Webs of flesh clung from the arms and legs to the torso, and the neck to the shoulders. The face was bloody and terrifying, appearing as if it had been stabbed to where it could no longer be recognized. Not even as a face, but as human at all.
Through the thin, bony chest, a faint blue glow pulsed.
That was when Daniel began to panic. He backed away before his survival instincts told him to do what he had done so well in Brennenburg.
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The words rang out from the strange individual, face covered by a simple grey mask. They echoed throughout the house, as a familiar ringing grew loud in the young man’s ear. It was deafening, muffling the voice and sending an intense pain through his body.
The lights flickered on and off repeatedly as the ringing in Daniel’s ears was replaced by the sound of a siren. It was unlike anything he had ever heard, but the mere tone it carried sent chills down his spine. Goosebumps covered his arms and sent the hair on them prickling upward. Suddenly, everything felt cold and distorted. The room began to spin, and within seconds, he lost his footing and hit the floor.
His unconsciousness was unexpected, but claimed him for some time. When his eyes fluttered open, all he saw above were grey clouds. He sat up abruptly to find himself in the middle of a street. Strange, it was unlike anything he had ever seen. The road was smooth, wide, and extended far into the fog.
That was another strange thing. The fog.
The Englishman was familiar with it, as it was no stranger to London. Yet it draped the quaint town before him with an oppressive haze, severely limiting his view no matter what direction he looked.
With a hurry to get out of the road, he scrambled to his feet and trotted to the sidewalk, dazed and confused. It wasn’t the first time he had awoken to a new sight, thanks to his past amnesia. Yet what cause did he had to be in this place?
And where was everyone?
He must have lost his way, somehow. A blow to the head as he last remembered falling that way - sure to cause more memory problems. However he ended up here, the man was determined to get home. So he began to walk down the quiet street, with nothing but the fog to guide him.
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Don’t even think of belittling my world for having no use for such things. Clothes are extremely restraining for my kind, we often reside in water making them useless.
The vampire rumours? You truly will stir anything regardless of how old to prove a point, won’t you? It shouldn’t surprise me- After the lover I took in for appearances sake died, it was their first assumption to finger me to be a vampire. It was simply the easiest label to give a man who outlived a wife far younger than he.
Hmpf- Your intuition was one of your tolerable qualities. I only wished to conceal my true nature long enough so you would do that which I needed you to. And if I was so ‘off’ then why is it that you bent to my whims? Did you truly value your own life above others so much that you would do anything a mysterious man who you felt off about would tell you to do? You may be a fool and ludicrous at best, but I thought you simply couldn’t be that much of a fool and clearly I was wrong.
Don’t you dare call me such things! I- I am no demon! You are as much of an angel as I am one…
Your shortsightedness is truly a marvel. Is it no different, how you belittled humankind for its lack of technological progress? Not all of us can travel with a simple locket, you know.
All these rumours about you and nothing was done to persuade them otherwise. Not a single word against these lies? At least plead your case, change your appearance over the years, anything. It’s a miracle you lasted so long here.
What other label do we have to give a man that lives for centuries? Godhood? Vampires and creatures of darkness suit your nature far better.
Fool. To a point, I was. Before I passed that threshold, what did you expect me to do? You were well versed in the occult and I had no one else to turn to. Off as you seemed, there was a reason I trusted you. There, I will admit to your hospitality and kind demeanor. Nevertheless, my desperation drove me to what happened, and you played a key role in that.
I wrote off your strangeness as the nature of your station, perhaps to a small extent eccentric. It wasn’t until my descent that I learned the truth.
Have I ever called myself an angel, Alexander? If I am a monster, you are a demon. While each harbours different connotations, both are Hellbound.
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My kind is not exactly… in need of wearing clothing like humans are. They are looked at as a luxury and quite unneeded if anything. Do not speak as if you know what is vulgar and what isn’t in my culture, you imbecile-
A luxury? I can only imagine what sort of world you came from.
Pardon me, but for one who so desperately tries to blend into our culture you’ve done a poor job of it. The vampire rumours, for example?
While no one could surmise your true nature immediately, I could sense something was off about you.
So for all your worldly wisdom” you’ve learned hardly a thing about my people, you demon.
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It’s never been limited. It humors me that you wish to know of my habits, however. I suppose I shall divulge- The only other times that it occurred was when communicating with my lover, it was foolish to remain in a clothed human form then.
Why would you do such a thing? Lover or not, that’s downright vulgar! Isn’t a human vessel shocking to your species in terms of anatomy, anyway?
Actually, on second thought- Never mind. Why do I ask these things…
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Only on special occasions.
What, pray tell, constitutes a special occasion?
Are you telling me this isn’t limited to the Orb’s ritual?
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Does Alexander perform rituals naked?
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I happen to work at one, with Professor Herbert.
Rather, used to work with Professor Herbert…
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Nearly 200 years ago, which means you’re from the year…
…2013? Dear God.
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There’s been no mention of a James Sunderland. Has he been to Silent Hill? I’ve heard nothing but terrifying things about the place.
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