The Seeker of Darkness


They can't possibly be real right? Hundreds of objects that unleash horrors upon the world when brought together... it's gotta be just made up.

But just for the heck of it...

I scroll down the list and choose a Holder: the Holder of Darkness. Reading more than the first paragraph probably would be a good idea, but that would spoil the fun. It's probably all fake anyway.

So with my severely limited knowledge of what was ahead, I donned the alias of Ansem and set off to the asylum down the block.

I head up to the counter and request to see the Holder of Darkness. The man simply laughed at me. From what I read that is what was supposed to happen if I got the right place, but then again I reckon that's the response I would get from anybody, asking for such a ridiculous name. So I did what the first few sentences told me to do and asked again, and again, then 2 more times before he suddenly stopped.

"Uhh... hello?", I asked him as he started to walk away. Following after him, I started to wonder what I had gotten myself into. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea? I was about to turn back when something caught my eye:
a door with nothing on it, no knob, no handle, no lock, nothing. The attendee pushed it open with just a touch.

Out of curiosity, I followed him through the strange doorway. And waiting for me there was a spiral staircase taller than I could see the top of. Now, this asylum was a single story building, so naturally, I had some questions. But as I was turning around to talk to the worker, the door closed and wouldn't budge! I was trapped! Well... might as well go up the stairs, not much else to do...

Now, I'm not in the best of physical conditions, so to keep my mind off of the overly large amount of stairs, I played some of my favorite songs in my head while I climbed.

I go up for quite a while until Crazy Train by Ozzy Osborne is interrupted by a loud creak from one of the stairs. I freeze and look around, a door is on my left, which was odd, considering that the way the stairs spiraled, the left was on the inside of the staircase, which was hollow; and I don't know how long I've been going up, it may have just been higher than I could see, but I didn't see any doors when I was at the bottom, so I opened the door carefully and proceeded slowly.

It was pitch black in there, I couldn't see a thing. So, I did was I always do when I can't see: go straight forward with my arms stretched out until I run into something. Fortunately I didn't have a chance to hit anything, a cold chill scared me so horribly that I froze.

That's when I saw it, the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, a decayed corpse from an unidentifiable creature. At the time I didn't think about how I could've seen it in the pitch black room, as other, more important matters were taking up my mind. Because, if I wasn't mistaken, I'm almost positive that it was... mumbling to itself.

It was so horrifying, I would have screamed if I wasn't too scared to make a noise. But then adrenaline kicked in, time slowed down, and I could think a little more clearly. In that time, I came to wonder, "What do THEY fear?", and in my warped state of mind, I had ended up quietly saying it out loud. At which point the corpse spoke to answer my accidental question. It spoke of diseases, horrible illnesses that have no name; flesh rotting from living bodies, and bleeding pores covering the body, all of which would be released into the world should their secret get out and somebody tried to use it against them. I was told so much so quickly, my mind couldn't take it, it felt like it was going to explode; but then a door appeared in front of me, I collapsed through it and passed out in the yard in front of the institution.

a few hours later I woke up to find a broken hourglass in my hand. It seemed to call out, seeking the companionship of other objects throughout the world.

It was real. all those stories of holders were true. I didn't wan't a part of it. then again, i still have a lot of questions, and there is only one way to get them answered...

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