Dark in the Dollhouse Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Flesh and Flames

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In a distant corner of a neighbouring land, The ground shook with a loud, periodic tremor. A tall blood red castle walked forward. With large elephant-like legs made of metal, the humongous castle crossed the planes. It ravaged the world beneath with its every step. Forests, houses, people; all were victims that fell underneath its ruthless march. It was a creation far ousted from reality, moving onward with a power beyond anything a mere human could fathom. In the throne room of such a horrific castle, thousands of people genuflected in rows. Their faces were covered with sacks and their hands and feet were bound together by ragged ropes. The room was coated in a shade of deep red that reeked of rotten blood. Splatters of dried black covered the red of the walls in irregular and unruly patterns. The cold stone floor was strewn with the conjoined carcasses of mutated creatures, their faces molten together in the midst of perpetual screaming. Drops of sizzling mercury dripped from the stalactites above and seeped into the floor and the genuflecting people like burning rain. The hooded captives writhed as they tried to move and break free. The dripping mercury burned holes into them as all they could do was bear the pain in muffled silence. “How boring. Just where did that little shit escape to?” The armoured being atop the metal throne sighed. Silver and grey, his twisting throne encompassed the end of the room like slithering tentacles. The armoured man sat with a hand under the chin of his helmet, watching the struggling captives. The people underneath him were of all types. Elders, adults, women and even children. As long as they had lives, they were food for him. He looked below at them with his six horned helmet that wrapped around the back of his head. He stood up and walked forward as his metal boots clanged against the floor. He wore a coarse and jagged silver armour with a torn cape that flowed behind him. He let out his hand adorned with a shining gauntlet and grabbed the face of the person at the very front of the central row of bowing captives. His sharp tipped fingers stabbed through the burlap sack as red liquid began to gush out from within. The masked captive began to squirm vigorously but it was to no avail. Muffled screams fizzled out from him but his voice wouldn’t bellow. He put his helmet in front of the captive’s face and asked, “Tell me, where is she? That dastardly witch who dares to keep what should be rightfully mine... WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE!?” He shook the head of the man as his gauntlet stabbed deeper into him. The captive man wriggled in pain as he did his best to break free but the armoured man’s fingers only latched further into his flesh. “So you won’t tell me? You disgusting piece of shit. You aren’t even worth being my snack.” He clenched his fist. Multiple chunks of flesh, blood and brain matter spread out in all directions as the captive man’s head exploded. A fountain of red gushed out from his neck as his body convulsed before falling limp, sinking into a pool of its own blood. The armoured man looked down at the dead body of the captive before calling out behind him, “Kavik, clean this mess up,” He turned around and began walking back to his throne. “Yes, Lord Rugel,” A man with sleek black hair and grey eyes genuflected before him. He wore a white shirt and dark grey pants with a similar coloured vest. Over them all, he adorned a long dark overcoat. Kavik stood up and snapped his fingers. Two humanoid creatures wearing black helmets with red gliding cloaks appeared from the walls and approached the dead body. Their cloaks split open to reveal a vertical, gaping wide mouth with jagged teeth and a slimy, slithering tongue. The two monsters fell onto the corpse and began to devour it, ripping off its arms and legs and digging into its stomach like a pair of rabid dogs. Soon, nothing of him was left. The two cloaked monsters merged back into the walls of the castle with faint ripples, their f