Dancing WIth Demons - Just the Begging (Prologue)

Sometimes the simplest of things can turn out to cause catastrophes, a small shake of the earth, below the mighty ocean, can cause a city to be swallowed by raging waters and crashing waves. 

A tiny bite from an insect can cause the unaware victim to suffer endless amounts of pain.

Black clouds closing in on a deprived country town meeting its colder other half, only to clash and spiral downwards until touching the earth, continuing their raging battle of force and blustering anger until finely, running out of breath and retreating back to the skies, leaving nothing but rubble from where a town once stood.

Yet we still take these little things for granted, ignoring the smallest signs and warning that there could be something bigger brewing, signs that could have saved the lives of many brushed of like an annoying fly, just to return in swarms destroying everything in their path.  

So when you see these signs, will you ignore them as so many did? Or will you prepare yourself, for the final battle of your lives?

Dying was not an option for me, I have fort them all my life, hiding any trace that they had been there, destroying the evidence that pure evil had risen from beneath the very cracks of the city streets, all of us called our home.

Never getting any acknowledgement or thanks for the work I did by night, causing me to get fired from the work I did by day.

Yet something kept me here, almost pulled me back every time I tried to leave, whispering in my ear that not all hope was lost, that they can’t continue to rise for ever, but now I see, that whisper was the first sign that I ignored.

It gave me hope when I knew there wasn’t any.

This couldn’t have been anything other than the evil that oozed from the depths of the city, after millions of years learning to imitate man, learning how to walk, talk, sit, stand like a human; like a mirror image they copied every movement, every accent.

Waiting for our EGO to grow and mature, till we thought there was nothing more mighty on the earth than our selves.

Somehow one of these darkened maggots had crawled its way up from the ground, into my head and laid it deceitful eggs, just like it did for so many others; which slowly hatched into dark rays of false hope, that allowed me to think that we stood a fighting chance, that we could put them back into the ground, back into the darkness from which they swarmed.

Just like an army of ants, one came and then another, then another, where one died five would take its place, until they carried off their victims like rag dolls in a child’s hand.

In our sleep they slaughtered us, in our dreams they taunted us and in our ears they whispered the lies that we could survive.

All of this planning, all of this time spent just to turn their hunt into a sick and wicked game, in which they cheated and manipulated the rules. Fare play was not something that they practiced. 

Moving us like pawns in a fixed game of chess, just simply trying to find a way to pass the time until they lead us right into our untimely demise. Like lambs to the slaughter we follow one another, all unaware of what will become of our body’s.

Should it be simply that we let them take us?

Should it be that we surrender to the deaths they have planned for each of us?

Not in my lifetime.