5 More

By Ripley King

Dark Fantasy

A man with ultimate power.
A hit man researches his target.
What it takes to change the world.
An ancient being learns the absolute truth.
One man takes his reality to the extreme.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ripley King
• Release date: Feb 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311207333

Ripley King

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5 More by Ripley King

Dark Fantasy

A man with ultimate power.

A hit-man researches his target.

What it takes to change the world.

An ancient being learns the absolute truth.

One man takes his reality to the extreme.

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5 More

A Sunny Sunday Morning

Forgive me, Father. I’m nothing, if not more than sin.

I never bothered with a confession before today. This is my first and my last, yet I have so much to confess. My name is important only to God when I kneel in front of His throne for my final judgment.

I am not the same man as I was those many, many years ago. I understand things. My thoughts are clear. You see, I remember every sin, where before I remembered little beyond what was important to my daily needs. I see things others won’t see, can’t see, or pray not to see.

You are a pious man, Father, but hide your sins, even from yourself. You of all people should understand that nothing is secret in the eyes of God, or those that have been cursed to see with the eyes of God. I hope you can discover in yourself a healing. Forgive yourself, Father.

This is my healing. I only have a few minutes. My death is at hand.

As for the others, you must deal with them here and now. I’m not going to lie to you, Father. You must carry my burden. I’m giving you no choice.

You must remember your crucifix will not save you from their evil, and your Holy Bible is nothing to them but a book full of words. This Earth will die if you turn your back to their evil.

Four of us were touched that day, so long ago. Cursed with a sense of time and place, because a day can be a single year, and every space is open to those who seek it. Even the emptiest of spaces. There is no such thing as Time or Space within the scope of God.

I know what it is that rests inside humanity’s soul, and it’s not pretty. I know what abominations rest within the others. I know I have a soul made in the image of our God, yet I fear for my immortality. So, before I tell you about the others, I must first tell you about myself.

I was born here, this city, two hundred years ago.

Listen to me!

Please. There isn’t much time.

My own father was an ugly-mean drunk, my mother an opiate-addicted whore. Life was never easy for me. Beatings greeted each day, loneliness and hunger rocked me to sleep each night. The streets then were salvation, and that’s where I found my home.

I could beg a hot meal, or steal a cold one. People throw away so much good food, and always there were others to keep me company. What more could a man ask for? Live and let live.

I heard those words spoken in a graveyard after my father killed my mother. A man not unlike yourself said a prayer for her soul before she was entered into the stinking mud. I can still remember the look on my father’s face when I twisted the knife I plunged into his chest. The avenging blade broke. My hate made that happen.

The older I got, the more I realized we live in two worlds. One nice, where woman’s fashions are for Sunday brunch gossip, and the world I lived in.

Can you imagine how wrong I was to not understand reality? You see, Father, there is a world beneath ours, not really connected to ours, yet always a part of this world. A dark world, Father. A world that hides monsters. Real, honest-to-God monsters.

We were four friends banded together for mutual survival, given the powers of God by an event I can’t even begin to explain. The closest I ever came to an explanation was, we were smote with the brightness of His continence.

Maybe . . . maybe he simply pulled out His dick and pissed on us. I’ll know the truth soon enough. You’ll soon understand, Father. You’ll understand it all. I’ll die, but before I do, I’ll pass on my power to you.

At first we were frightened of the light that stabbed into us directly from Heaven, but we soon realized there’s so much more out there to fear. We began to see that which exists outside the realm of normal perception.

We discovered death is not