Nightmares; Are only the calm before the storm.

Title: Nightmares; Are only the calm before the storm.

I look around to see nothing but darkness. There is no breeze; the air is chilly and stale.. A rotten stench fills the air. I try to breath through my mouth only just so I can keep this awful odor out but the smell is strong enough that it still finds its way into my nose. My reflexes want to gag and choke but they can't. While the feelings are there, the actions are gone.. It's as if all I can do is sit here. There's no moving either. I'm frozen inside this dark abyss, not knowing if I'm sitting or standing while being completely unsure of what is here with me. Where did this stench come from? I don't remember last night but I'm sure that I was wasted. A chill runs down my spine and follows the nerves throughout my body as I consider that this might be the work of a sinister hand.. I'm even more confused though because while all of these unknown yet odd things are going on around me. I feel abnormally calm.

Then suddenly, an amber glow illuminated the room. I was looking onwards to a grim rock. Once again, I tried to move my body but it was motionless no matter how hard my mind willed it to move. Sounds began to move throughout my unforseen surroundings. I could hear my daughter speaking to me just as other family members were as well. And then, she started laughing with a high pitched sound.. The rest of my family followed and even more then than now. I wanted to see what was going on. Everything was pushing me too my limits, The uncertainty, this anxious feeling began growing more and more.. I felt as if my fingers began to move. Each and every interval of their laughs fanned the fire inside my soul. The flames, they grew to the point where my fingers clinched into a fist. I didn't know what to do or how to react. My mind, it yearned to be mad. I was ready to unleash a fury like I've never seen but how could I feel that way towards my family?

Because I don't want to believe the reality that I'm currently experiencing. I'm certain that this is another trick. It's another game that I've got to endure in my head. This can't be reality because my daughter doesn't know that I exist.. She was too young to remember me..

Then I raised up much like I was raising from the dead. My eyes first looked down upon the corpses of bodies that I was thrown upon. After that, I spotted festering wounds on my arms and across my chest. Every inch of these gashes were covered in maggots. Out of instinct. I begin trying to get rid of them with my hand but they won't leave. Their stuck there. I'm not able to smash them nor am I able to push these foul creatures aside. It's as if their purpose will not be denied.. It seems to me like I must accept the fact that they are destined to be there. Maybe their eating away my rotten flesh. The scars from my addictions. Perhaps their there too make me better?

After that thought, I hear a deep voice say to me..

Steele: No, these beautiful creatures are only a small portion of the things that I've got in store for you Derek.. The rest, it has yet to come..

Steele: I knew that voice very well... In an instant, my body went from being weak and nearly frozen; To being engulfed in flames and completely mobile.. I'd jumped up with no restrictions and as soon as my eyes were looking out onto the firey landscape. That is when I seen him. My greatest foe. Someone that I knew I would never beat yet I'd never give in to him.. I seen shapes all around this "being" but they were all blurry. My main focus was on him. I looked upon his scaley skin before my eyes locked onto his coal black eyes. Once again, I heard my daughter laughing and my eyes began to frantically look around this diety and the others that were once blurred out. There were beings of all shapes and sizes that stood behind Steele. Every single one of them possessed the same cold look from their abyss like eyes. Yet they were all different in their own way. Some were larger than Steele (Who was already a giant in my eyes.) Others were smaller( More around my size) and then there were those that were tiny. Even though there were some that were tiny. I knew from previous experiences that they packed a punch. Some had slender figures and faces while others were obviously wider. Some faces were deformed. Partially caved in, or abnormally long and slender heads. Others had fat heads with no lips, only sharp teeth that kept chomping at nothing. I imagined that one was waiting for the command to dig in on the feast that was me and these other pour souls that have yet to rise up above their fears and uncertainties..

What am I doing here Steele? And why does that little punk sound like my daughter?!?

I look on at Steele as his scaled wings show a wide berth before going back behind his body before he begins walking up to me. My ears register each time he steps on a body. Someone cries out in pain as bones are heard cracking under his immense weight.

The demented individual steps right up to me and I've got to tilt my head up greatlly just to see his twisted face. Steele looks down at me, yet he is frowning..

This moment, it is only a small taste of things to come Derek. Sadly, you're only dreaming at this time just as you were the last time but know that all of us are waiting for the minute that this nightmare can become a reality.. Baal, the one that sounds like your daughter, can't wait to bring torment to you forever much like Mephisto has much planned for you in the form of what you call torture. We, call it enlightenment but that experience will only make you yearn to change things. Yet the reality will one day be that there is no going back. There will be no change when that time comes. You'll be stuck here, with them. And you will be battling me for eternity. The only rest you will par-take in will be when one of my other brothers or sisters gets to have their time with you.

I can feel the orange flames in my soul begin burning even hotter too the point where the blue flame emerges from within.. I've always related this feeling to the demon of war's hold on me. And as I look up at him. I can feel the intense heat as it overcomes my fears and overtakes my emotions.. I'm losing total control of my mind and body as the blue flame burns all of that feeling away too the point where I'm just like this demon of war that stands before me.. And suddenly, I feel this compulsion in my mind. The flame, it is burning this picture into my thoughts too where I can no longer see Steele or his minions.. The only thing I can see is Jamo, the pretender. And it is at this moment where I understand that I must be completely consumed by obsession and take this weak minded foe out.. Things are even clearer now than they were before.. I shouldn't give this bitch an easy way out. He is one of those that laid there on the ground with nothing to fuel him. Jamo is nothing and I'm going to not only show SFT that but I'll also show Jamo this very truth that I see.

*The scene fades out...*