"Torza, Litau, Zanteur, Dinanteur." Hardly had the last word been pronounced than we found ourselves in the most profound darkness. The moon which shone painted with scattered stars had disappeared. It was boisterous. I had never seen darkness in it's glory as of now.
We're transported with a speed of light to a huge, tall and hairy castle. Vast and unpretty. From this stronghold came odorous blood-curdling mixed with a tinge of sickening sweetness. Surrounded by it's own filth. its just perfect.
I remained for some time in a state of fatigue facing this fortress. At last recovering some of my strength, I raised myself with courage and firmness of hope. Awaken by the sound of it gigantic doors, I was absorbed with the most sad reflections when I heard a voice from within shout "I command you, come forward." Our will and mental struggles were defeated: like a lamb to the slaughter.
Advancing a few steps, I noticed this doors were decorated with depictions of Egyptian gods enmity towards what seems like celestial beings. The door closed on its own accord leaving behind even more a filthy scents equal to that of a million decayed bodies, all I could hear were series of interconnected rings clashing in slow pace as we progress. The fortress propose void but yet occupied with aura of a mysterious being complexly difficult to describe.
Soon we came to a halt observing the gesture from our abductor. After a brief moment of silence, he lifted up what looks like a rod tenderly whispering these words "Osnas, Perius, Misanthos, Elicanthus." In that instant the abode was no more than a chill in the air. Its whisper became an eerie rasping voice, moaning, groaning and offering physical torment to his flesh with blood flowing out in abundance, we now see the form of a man, young of the most beautiful stature and on the summit of his head effulgent a flame of which my eyes could not sustain its quality ordering my body to prostrate like a wounded warrior to the ground.
Immediately darkness was ablated giving me the opportuneness to glimpse on my abductor. As I fell, I saw from the light revealing his qualities. He is well statured, Possibly part Scottish. He has a pronounced facial scar with dark huge eyes, all shinning and glossy, lots of jewellery made of skulls with intestine serving as its thread fasten against his neck and wrist. Red hair covered in ancient grease and a thick raged leather jacket. Having the limbs and calf of antelope, fom his loin up, that of a man with broad muscle bond the exact of a gorilla. Already exhausted from his back patched wings.
Holding firmly his rod vertical against this grave ground, like a prey in between the claws of its predator. Upon this thin straight bar of wood were codes engraved with blood, It's length seven'feet having one end to the sphere a caved fox head and the other that of a rattle's tail. From it came enchantment of harmonious whispers, making even the greatest of Kings and Warriors submissive to his will.
He lifted his eyes to this young master who has a name written on his forehead: Azrael (Angel of death). My lord. "Oh benevolent one, our blessed saviour himself, that inimitable example of spotless rectitude, the blessed Jinn of all that is fallen." He addresses him further- "thou art virtue par excellence and a pure emanation of divinity: thou unites and bringest men together and make them forget their pains to which they are prey. Through thee they are returned to happiness, and too thou art this happiness."
His eyes half closed, as he smiles with predaceous.
"Conserve my days My lord. For I have gathered unto thee the Elysian." Our abductor said. He then stopped for a few moments and with his right hand gesticulating in our direction with a presentational manner.
Advancing toward our abductor. "Benjamin, you have pleased me'. He said. But we must add that the orderliness and adjustment which we find in this association is not externally achieved and complete in its self. New members are ever coming to birth to co-operate in the great quest, thus my father will not entertain any interval of relaxation at this time. Quickly let us begin, for the stone is still yet to be found and the process of creation is still going on by the best of those who create- God."
The wounds and the blood flowing from the cuts on Benjamin's body seized instantly. As Azrael retraced his steps to re-enter his throne.