"Huff! Ahhh!!"
He slowly opened his burdened eyes. In a weight of, probably 10 kilos(that's how he could describe it), lifting one's eyelids would be encountered with various adverses.
Like when you have a complete hangover from the previous night you have.
Or even if you have struck insomnia along the way, that sleeping would be a challenge that you have been trained for looking through your eyelids.
Or perhaps it is because you are running away from something. The world or anything that is outside of your mind's conceivable jurisdiction. Anything it is.
External that that the things you fear found itself manifested in front of you. Where things have taken things for worse.
Or even internal ones with one's own conscience.
But Florian still took a lead and opened his eyes. He's been lying down on the ground for too long now.
The rubbles and dust in the ground were his laying place. It's cold and itchy and also hard, that's how could it be described.
"Ughh... Where am... Where am I?" He's voice is tipsy and drowsy, because of course he've just woken up.
With the help of his fingertips that were left, he taps and fondles everything he could perceive.
His senses have not fully take its full charge after a tiring day he have. Still, the man could feel nothing but the ground and the surrounding breeze of the air.
No any soft cushions or pleasant steads in his side. This is the reality, no any stuffs of man's dream.
"Ughh... How long have I been asleep? I thought I'm gonna die for a moment," he said.
After the painstaking precognition, he lifts up his right arm in an attempt to support the weight of his head.
"Huh? My hand..." He fumbles his hand and nothing occured.
"What the hell!?" There, everything flowed back in his mind. All the things that have passed since moments ago etched its identity to his memory that no matter how many times he dies or being revived, he will never forget that day.
It all came back in his consciousness. The impaled body of his own brother while bathing in his own blood and visceral organs. An hollow head of one of his friend, Sean who met his fate way sooner.
Along with the beheaded bodies is the corpse of the latter friend, William who sacrificed himself for Florian's sake.
"This isn't true, right? I've never thought that everything that I thought that was a long, long nightmare would turn to into actuality."
He ejected himself from the numbness of sleep and brought back to the hurtful realization.
He slowly stood up from the ground. With the aid of his left arm, he used it as a cane for him to push himself into standing.
"Ughh!! Ow, Ow, Ow! This is a pain in the ass." In addition to his affliction, is his head were swirling like crazy, leaving him with an hazy vision.
"Ughhhh... Wagghh!!! *pukes"
His body could not stomach the floods of information that he have just remembered.
His innards were burning like it is being cast through the deeps of hell. His throat also won't stop itching, like something is forcing it by scratching.
And thus, as he stood, it went moments before his vision to became gradually clearer and his throat not much strainer.
After few moments, his affliction starts to settle down and he can now barely able to discern his surroundings.
"This place... Where the hell am I?", he slowly uttered. Moving his head side to side slowly but surely, he looks around with his impaired vision with his feet on the ground.
"Ahh! It's so bright!", he said as glare of light flashes upon his eyes. Yet never did he thought that it has already take morrow for him to bring back in his stead.
The blue rays of light from the sky shone upon his haggard and wrinkled face. It is the sound of crickets and chirping of early birds that brought a hefty bound of worms for its chicks that sounded in Florian's recently recovered hearing.
"It's already... Morning? How long did I sleep in the ground?", he uttered. Actually for the rest of the night he's been laying down the asphalted runway in the side of the street.
"It looks like I passed out from something vague... Wait! Wait! Wait! Don't tell me..."
He layed his eyes again to his amputated arm and immediately realized that something really, really bad have actually happened.
"The devil... Where the hell is it?! Did it escaped from the house!? From what I remembered..."
Florian took a few steps from his position and walks in the straight direction where the narrow road were heading him to.
It's pretty early, around seven in the morning. Despite founding himself in a residential area, it's quite unpleasant and unsettling how neither any single vehicle nor presence could be felt roaming around.
"Don't tell me!" He strucked a brief hunch.
"This street, this neighborhood, this houses, it's where we actually live, right? I could still remember this pole from before. This crossing, it's just one shift from our house. Then that means... Our house!"
He dejected himself from where he was standing and suddenly rushed in the direction where most likely their house could be found.
"The last thing I remembered is that I'm facing the devil upfront. It's between me and the creature that fucked shit creature!"
With a veering rush, he reached the point where he also stood the day before. The time when he immediately rushed way home after his sister's unsettling phone call.
The place where he stood with his whole body, complete and not missing any limb.
The day where there followed him his two companions, Sean and William, where they met their immediate death to the devil.
There where he chose to affiliate himself with the massive and otherworldly experience of demonic entities and spiritual beings. And there he chose to change himself and work on his own salvation.
"The hell? So it wasn't really dream..., I guess. So there's nothing I could really do, huh?", he uttered. He slowed down after finding himself in front of their own house.
The fight between Ognar and the other exorcists against the evil spirits of hell have caused a massive destruction upon the house.
There's surely a huge, freaking hole in the barely hanging house roof in which extend up to the floor ground.
The pillars of the building were almost in shatters and the side walls were in shambles, probably something have struck it with a huge object.
Even still it's been a whole night have passed, the stench of metallic smell still lingers around the area.
"Everything... Everything's gone." Once again he confronts himself.
"*sigh... What should I do now?"
Florian lifts his foot forward and proceeded to pass through the supposed gates of hell, in which in turn lured them three into the devil's Pandemonium.
It's not an act of instincts or awe in something supernatural, but something he decided on deliberately.
"I feel cold. My limbs were trembling again. I just wanna puke already. But that isn't cool."
Florian could feel the shivers in his skin biting through his bones despite the light of the bright sunlight.
"I always come home with someone waiting me or someone accompanying me home. I thought those days would never end until the end of times. But I was wrong."
He sighed once again. A sigh of grief and ennui. And there also mark the thirst for vengeance.
Florian entered with a caution in his own risk. He passed through the door of the house. The same in which connected the hell and earth.
Upon opening, what appeared in his sight are rubbles, debris, broken furnitures, shattered window glasses and shambled bricks.
"What a mess."
His eyebrows frowned when he saw the blood stains and and what's left from visceral organs from the past victims.
"*pukes." Florian's stomach are still grumbling when it comes to sensitive stuff. But at least he's grown used to the horrifying sight he have saw.
"It's still strange. Wait! Frank's body! Even Sean and William's. Where the hell did their corpses go? Did the devil brought it?"
He then remembered his encounter with Ognar and his companions.
"That Ognar guy, he has that kind of superpowers. So as did those with him. It was like their doing something like witchcraft or miracle. Could they be the one who handle their bodies," Florian mumbled while groping his chin with his left hand.
He took his time inside.
"Ehhh! This truly been a mess," a voice spoke from outside the house.
"I wonder what kind of devil have done this," another voice sounded in correspond with the other voice.
"People?!" Florian not later then noticed their presence. "What would people would do in this time of a day."
He peeks from the entrance of the door.
"Besides, what girls would do in this abandoned area? Wait, I recognize those voice."
He adopted the reality of a ghost town in their area that he wondered what would be their intentions.
"I don't know what they want. But I need to warn them if necessary."
He decided to reveal himself to the strangers by opening the door and meet them.
"Hey, you kids shouldn't be around in place like th-!" He sounded like an eccentric old guy who were living in the woods with a shotgun in his basement.
But little did he know that those two girls would be familiar to him.
"Wait, there's somebody in here," a girl with a black hair said to her companion. She's wearing a white blazer uniform that probably a uniform from a prestigious school.
"Pardon, mister. But this place is off limits for civilians. May we know what would be intentions in entering here. If there's no considerable reason for you to be here, then we have no choice but to brand you as a suspicious fella."
The other girl with a white hair spoke to Florian in an authoritarian manner with her mature voice.
"That ladies, they're from yesterday, right? What are they doing here? And why are they holding such a huge bags in them?", Florian says to himself.
The girl with black hair and ponytail have dropped that she were carrying from all the way their when she also noticed something.
They're standing in front of the gate of the house, having an eye contact with Florian who're lying in the doorway.
The black haired girl opened her mouth and says, " I think we've seen this guy from before."
"Do you think so?", the white haired girl said in response.
"Hey! I'm not someone suspicious in here. Might as well asked what are you two doing here?", Florian says with a suspicion with their behavior.
Yet despite what he says, the black-haired girl shifts her movements quickly and pulled out something from the bag she dropped after she said, "Found it."
What she brought out is something that were long and shiny stained colored.
She cranks it and aimed it towards Florian.
"What the fuck!"
A M1 musket rifle is aimed in his head.