Murder in Apartments, story based off of visions

[Mitsu]

Remember my visions? well, they kept bothering me for so long, that i wrote a story off of them. now i've continued it into a book. and here are the first three chapters and the prelude:

Nightmare
Prelude
Rage fills His eyes, mind, and spirit as He walks up the stairs, slowly losing more and more control of His body. He reaches the top, and instantly dashes to the apartment on the left in the back of the building. He pounds on the door, knowing that no one will think anything of the noise. The constant door banging that goes on downstairs--at all hours of the night no less—makes sure of that. He pounds the door so hard that it shudders under His fist. Finally, a woman with big hair opens the door. She asks Him what He wants— while she wraps her finger in her Eighties hair-style—and He replies with one, simple, solitary word in a gritty, harsh voice:
“Blood.”
Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open to let out a shrieking wail, but He covers her mouth and stabs her stomach with the knife He had in His shirt. He pulls it out, and cuts her throat, slowly and deliberately. He slices her jugular, and she drops on the floor, dead. A man walks out, wanting to know what was happening. Little did he know that this was just what He was waiting for. He runs up to the man, and stabs the man’s heart, twisting it just a little as He pulls it out—just to add to His pleasure. He hears flushing as a little boy exits the bathroom. Thinking to Himself that the boy must have had to go, bad, He crushes the boy’s face with the blunt end of the knife, before slashing the kid’s eyes. A teenager—dressed in Goth clothing—walks out of his room and asks Him what happened. He replies:
“Death.”
Then, He proceeds to drive the knife directly into the stunned teen’s skull, killing him instantly. He attempts to pull it out, but it’s wedged into the skull, and He can’t get it loose. He decides to just get another weapon, and walks into the kitchen, looking for knives. He smiles as He picks up one—a meat cleaver—and picks up a jagged bread-knife as well. The bread-knife He puts in a hidden pocket in His jacket, while opting to carry the cleaver. He exits the apartment, and proceeds to the one across the hall, and finds that the door is already open, inviting anyone in for a party that hasn’t started yet. Walking in, He shuts the door, and waits for someone to walk into the main area. He doesn’t have to wait long—a man in pajamas walks out of his room. He walks over to Him and welcomes Him, and then crumples onto the floor, his leg cut off at the knee. He kneels down, and severs the man’s spinal cord with the cleaver. He leaves the dead man on the ground, and walks to the other rooms. He finds a woman, holding her baby close to her chest, trying to protect it from whatever nightmare that has come for her. He grins, and advances towards her. She steps back, and lets out a ghastly wail. He pulls out the bread knife and throws it at her, impaling her and the baby on the wall, dead. He looks at her, and gouges a word into her arm with a pen he found:
“Lust.”
He laughs a laugh that makes the devil seem like a cute little bunny, and strides out of the apartment. He walks down the hallway, to the one right next door, and kicks the door open. A child stares, and freezes in place. He grins, anticipating this innocent’s death. He cuts off the child’s head with one swipe of the cleaver, and advances to the next room, killing the husband and wife that were hiding in the closet by cutting their faces in two—one vertically, on horizontally. The wife screams right before he kills her, bruises all over her arms and face from her husband’s beatings, adding to His bliss. Once again, He speaks a single word as a single tear falls down the man’s face:
“Wrath.”
He leaves the apartment, and is surprised to see the door across the hall open, a man standing in the doorway, asking Him what happened. His belly hangs over his pants, and sweat stains make rings around his armpits and neck. He replies:
“Gluttony.”
He grins as the man’s face scrunches up in confusion, then pure, unstoppable fear as He pulls out the bloodied cleaver. He walks forward, and then slashes the man’s chest before he can escape. Once again, He kneels down and drives the blade into the man’s heart. He stands up, and walks into the apartment. He looks around and sees something will bring Him ecstasy: a pregnant woman. Her eyes lock onto the cleaver, and her dead husbands body, and releases a scream that would shatter glass windows. He rushes towards her, and cuts off an arm. She drops to the ground, covered in her own red blood, screaming even louder with tears streaming down her face. He drops to the ground and cuts off the top of her head, but only after cutting off her other limbs. Then, He grins a grin malicious enough to make 9/11 look like a kids movie. He takes the meat cleaver and slices open the stomach, and pulls out the baby growing inside. He grins again, and chops the baby in half, then thirds. His mind reels with the pure ecstatic state that this death has caused, and laughs once more. He sticks the cleaver in the wall after carving another word into the door:
“Sloth.”
He leaves the apartment, and walks down the stairs, finally showing why no one called for help downstairs. There is blood splattered all over the wall, and bodies—dismembered, bleeding, mutilated—all over the halls. He reaches the door, and turns around, grins, and, with those crazy, slate-green eyes, stares at the blood covered hallway behind Him, His masterpiece. He leaves, walking into the parking lot, the bright sun shining in His face. He puts on a pair of sunglasses, and walks into the next apartment building. He drops the knives, and pulls out two pistols, preparing Himself for what comes next. He walks into the back hallway and bust down the door.
A man looks up from the dishes in fright. His eyes grow wide, seeing the gun in his face. He stutters as he asks, “Wh-what d-do you w-want?”
He grins and spits on the mans shoes, and states simply,
“Envy.”
He pulls the trigger, and the man’s face crashes inwards, and bits of blood and brain land on the wall above the sink. He looks at the body, and tramples over it, literally walking on the man’s grave, and checks the rest of the apartment. No one else is home, so He leaves. He knocks on the door across the hall, from which blasting music emanates. The door is opened, and a woman answers. She says something, but it’s lost in the siren-like music. Her house is covered in what seems to be expensive, stolen jewelry. Also, the dim lights show off the pictures of her boy-toys that fell to her insatiable desires. His mouth rises into a sickening curl as He raises the gun, and yells,
“Greed.”
He blasts her neck to bits, then shoots her twice in the stomach. He once again walks over His victim, then stops as He enters the apartment, seeing the group of people frozen in terror. He raises the gun, and proceeds to crush their esophagi with piercing bullets. One after another, they fall for His deadly charm. He feels a thud on His head as someone tries breaking what feels like a brick over His head. He turns around and sees what’s left of a whiskey bottle in the person’s hand. He pulls up the gun in His left hand and pushes the man back with a few bullets. He crumples, and dies slowly. He turns away and makes His way out of the apartment. He goes to the next door, and bursts in, guns blazing. He kills two people with a bullet to the nose, and shoots out another person’s kneecaps. His animal trophies hanging on the wall fall and crush his stomach and crotch when he slams into the wall. He walks over to the living person, and whispers maniacally,
“Pride.”
He proceeds to shoot the man’s elbows and hands, torturing him. He walks away while listening to the gurgling sound of blood flowing from the guy’s mouth. He turns around, and shoots him once more in the gut, adding to the pain and suffering. As He leaves, He feels a pull towards the exit, and knows His master is calling Him. He smirks, knowing He’s done His job well. Dropping the guns, He pushes the door open, and is instantly engulfed in the wall of darkness outside. He’s returned to the Underworld, finished with His murderous work…for now.





Chapter One: The Master’s Domain
As He, known as one of the fallen angels—Leviathan—falls through Earth into Hell, the smell of airborne poison bashes his face. He breathes in the rank smell and revels in the normally deadly fumes. He feels cradled by it, stopping for a moment to just absorb the marvelously dangerous airwaves. Then the familiar tugging comes back and he feels himself being pulled down once more. Leviathan cruises down into Dis, the City of the Damned. Lightning flashes and strikes around him, and gluttonous people, many of whom he’s killed, run around beneath him.
The ground opens around him, and he sinks down into Eljudnir. Drops of rain patter against him as he passes over the marshes and the massive sinkhole. He stares at the souls down there, reaching for him, trying to pull him down into the quicksand with them. He ignores their presence, and passes into Phlegethos, the land of fire and scorched lands. Many rocks rain down around him, spit up by the multitude of volcanoes. This place is everyone’s view of Hell. It’s one of Leviathan’s favorites. The stench of burning flesh caresses his nostrils and he begins to really enjoy his travels downward. Stygia looms ahead of him, along with the river Styx. He can see Heaven from here, and he’s tempted to crash into it, just like most of his Fallen comrades, but he knows better. If he does, he’ll be repelled and injured. So he’s decided to ignore it forever more. He shatters through a window-like barrier on purpose, adding to the glass that the souls here must walk on…barefoot.
Leviathan views this level, Mammon, as one of the cruelest, but most effective one to keep people from sinning. He gets pleasure from watching them suffer, but he won’t delay and deny his master any longer. Maladomini rushes into his face, his lord obviously getting impatient. This level is possibly Leviathan’s least favorite. The sinners of sloth here are forced to build a city then watch as it comes crashing down. Though they have sinned, Leviathan doesn’t believe that they should toil like this than see their work brought down. If anything, just have them keep building the city and making it larger. He shrugs while flying, and passes into his favorite level, Nifl, the frozen wasteland.
The snow drives into his face, making him blink and shake to get rid of some of it. The frozen souls stare into his eyes, begging him to release them. He ignores them, and continues ever on into the ninth, and final layer of Hell, Nessus. He enters, and finds his lord and master, Lucifer (also known as Satan, Hades, or Pluto) sitting in his chair, resting. Leviathan lands in front of him and kneels, showing his allegiance to his master.
“Master, I have returned.” Leviathan’s true voice shines, a beautiful bassitone. He lowers his head, showing complete servitude.
Lucifer smiles and doesn’t open his eyes. He laughs, silently at first, but then his laughter crescendos into a malicious cackle. His eyes open, showing silver slits. In a booming bass, he replies, “Yes. I can see you have. You have done your job well. You may rest, my slave.”
Leviathan shakes his head. “No. I want to do more.”
Lucifer’s eyes become thin and malevolent. “How dare you?!” Hell shakes with the word “dare”. “You will do as I say! You shall rest! Now go.” He dismisses Leviathan with a wave of his hand.
Leviathan’s body shakes, and he stands up to protest. Before he can say anything though, Lucifer screams. “Go!” Hell quakes and in Phlegethos the volcanoes explode with lava, crumbling down. In Nifl, great windstorms rage, turning delicate snow and ice into deadly knives, willing to lacerate and sever anything in its way. In Mammon, the glass shards rise out of the ground to become glass razors. People are crushed in Maladomini as the buildings all crumble and fall. Stygia is ravished by waves from the River Styx, yanking innocent souls into its waters, never to let go.
The swamps of Eljudnir bubble up while the sinkhole spreads wider, souls falling into each. The quicksand grows ever larger, lapping at the swamps to make inaccessible areas. In Dis, the lightning strikes happen twice as much, frying up souls and scorching the ground. In Gehenna, the first level of Hell, the poisonous fumes become ever more toxic, and its black rivers flood the ground, poisoning the ground itself.
Leviathan crumples to the ground, his master’s voice starting to boil the blood in his veins and causing spasms throughout his body. He manages to look up, and release a tiny, “Yes, master.” Everything stops at this.
Lucifer sneers and once more waves him away. As Leviathan leaves, Lucifer looks at him and demands that he halt. Once he has Leviathan’s attention, he smiles kindly. “You have done well, my minion-child. Rest well and prepare for your next journey.”
Leviathan bows deeply, and leaves his lord’s chamber. He quietly flies towards his abode in a secret area in Nifl where Phlegethos and Nifl collide, creating a perfect climate and habitable land. This is the Fallen Lands. All of the fallen angels, the seraphim, the cherubim, the thrones, dominions, virtues, powers, principalities, angels, and the archangels live here. This is their home. A land created by Lucifer, greatest of the seraphim, ruler of the nine layers of Hell, for his fallen comrades. He created this land in hopes that he would be able to house his fallen minions. He hoped that they would stay here, slowly training and creating havoc above until the day that they will once again rebel and, this time, win the throne of Heaven for themselves. Leviathan knows that day to be coming very soon. The world is in turmoil, and no one can get along. Anticipation has been heavy in the air of Hell, and Leviathan hasn’t even tried to shrug it away. He knows that the days of eternal bliss for the fallen are coming.

Chapter Two: Lucifer’s Plan
A banging on the door wakes Leviathan from his sleep. In the background, someone is heard yelling, “Get up! Lucifer’s finally revealing his master plan! Every seraphim and archangel is to be there!” They pass on to the next house, and Leviathan shakes his head to wake himself up.
Why the archangels? Yeah, they’re strong, but they’re easily beaten. I’m sure Master has a reason though. Leviathan stands up and stretches without yawning. He’s found that stretching to wake up feels better without yawning. He doesn’t know why, just that it feels good to him. He does some morning exercises to wake himself up, push-ups, sit-ups, stretches, the normal stuff. The adrenaline begins to pump, and he wakes up. He feels his extremities waking up as well, and he dresses for the meeting. Nothing fancy, just some red pants and a light blue t-shirt. Of course, he has slots for his wings. They are the reason why he enjoys being on the surface so much. The only time he has them are when he’s in the Underworld or in Heaven. They are his only hesitation to going to heaven. They’re bigger and bulkier in Heaven, as if fuller and more alive.
He stretches his annoying wings and exits the house, retracting them to make sure they don’t catch on the door on his way out. As he steps out into the light, he’s momentarily blinded by the unusually intense brightness. Wondering what’s going on, he makes his way back to Nessus. He tires of walking, passing all the frozen bodies and the snow mounds, and takes flight. He speeds towards his Master’s domain, knowing full well how impatient he could become. He lands in front of the door, seeing numerous archangels looking psyched about the upcoming meeting, probably feeling as though their time to be recognized as higher beings has finally come. Leviathan knows better. He figures that the only reason they’re there is to inform them of their lack of participation or their miniscule roles. If anything, they’ll be the meat shields to distract the Unfallen from the real battle going on. He enters the doors and takes his rightful seat to the right of Lucifer’s chair, ever his favorite. Lucifer nods to his minions, and opens his mouth to speak. Instead of the usual, deep voice, though, a raspy baritone emerges.
“Hello, and welcome to the final meeting. Today, I will finally reveal my plans for bringing down Heaven and God himself.” At this, an enormous wave of cheering and clapping floods the room. He raises his hand and the noise stops immediately. “This will not be an easy battle. I have assigned every Fallen to a group, and each group will have one Seraph, one Cherub, two Thrones--except for Leviathan’s group--which will have one, one Dominion, one Virtue—except for Leviathan’s, which will have five, 1 Power—once again, except for Leviathan’s, which will have two—one Principality—except Leviathan’s—two Archangels, two Angels—except for Leviathan’s—and about eleven other Fallen. Leviathan’s group is the major attack group, and will be the one most likely to make it to, and kill, God. I personally will accompany this group.” Hushed whispers cross the room, and people stare at Leviathan after that statement.
Leviathan is shocked. Sure, he knows he’s the favorite, but to have to honor of Lucifer’s company during a mission, that’s unheard of. He manages to stammer out a meager, “Thank you, I’m honored,” before Lucifer continues.
Lucifer looks around the room, looking for anyone to object. He knows no one will, but he might as well give them the chance. When no one says anything, he smiles, and says, “Now is the time! We shall not be denied our right to live in Heaven. We were cast down to this loathsome place because our ideas were different. We refused to bow down to humans as the ultimate creation of God, and we were tossed out! Now we shall reclaim our true home and our rights! We will dispose of this false idol and all will bow before me! The Apocalypse is now!” Lucifer raises his hand at the last statement, and the cheer that ensues is deafening in the small chamber. “We shall walk into Heaven and all who object will fall before our feet! We will not bestow any mercy! No one will take prisoners! Anyone who attempts to stop us is to die!” His hand slams down on the table, creating a minor hellquake in the chamber. The table cracks down the center and collapses onto the floor. Everyone foresaw this occurrence and moved out of the way before they could be injured.
Leviathan looks at his master and stands. “If I may say something, sire.” Leviathan looks to Lucifer, who waves him on. “From now on, we are troops. The Fallen shall be trained everyday. I will personally see to it that this mission is fulfilled and anyone who’s too much of a yellow-bellied, lily-livered wimp can stand up and die now, for you will not survive.” He looks to Lucifer, who has an intrigued look on his face. “All right, get going!”
When nobody moves, Lucifer stands up, furious. “He said move!” He spits out each word, and everyone rushes out of the room. When they are alone, Lucifer looks to his right-hand man, and says, “You make for a good general. I’m glad I have you on our side. If you hadn’t come with us by choice, we might never have had even the slightest chance at victory.”
This praising is like a slap to the face for Leviathan. “Wow…um…thank you sir! I think you give me too much credit. I’m only a lowly being.”
“Nonsense. You’re the best we have. I look forward to fighting with you side by side. It’s been a while, but I think I’ll be able to keep up. Don’t forget, your missions are always completed flawlessly.”
Leviathan flushes with all this praise. “Thank you sir. I will do my best to assure this victory.”

Chapter Three: The Apocalypse Begins.
The day has finally arrived. Leviathan rises out of bed, adrenaline already pumping. He stands, and clears his minds of all thoughts. He meditates on the idea of what it will be like if they really do get into Heaven. But no matter what he does, one nagging thought keeps popping into his mind:
What if they know we’re coming?
He shakes his head one more time and forces himself to concentrate on meditation. He finally makes it into his meditative state, and he begins to go through his martial arts exercises. He switches to a sword’s dance, and flows through the motions easily. He finishes with some extremely calming yoga, and steps outside into the bright “sunlight”. He raises his wings to the sky causing the light reflecting off of their deep black luster. His magnificence becomes blatantly obvious, and it’s also apparent that he’s showing off. He lowers them back down, just realizing how black they’ve become.
When he first left Heaven, they were whiter than the cleanest, purest snow, but over time, the tips grayed then blackened, and eventually spread to the roots. At that point, the blackness darkened, until they are now, the color of an empty void. He smirks, and tucks them back in. He begins his journey to Stygia, the intersection of Heaven and Hell, and muses along the way. Simple topics cross his mind, such as battle strategy, preparedness, results and possible consequences. As the last thought crosses his mind, he reaches the River Styx, and almost bumps into the surrounding groups. Quietly and quickly, he steps through the crowd to his group.
As he looks upon his group, he begins to name faces. Azazel is his Cherub, a ruthless piece of meat unmatched by anyone other than himself and Lucifer. His one and only Throne is Phenex, another powerhouse, but this one is smart enough to use his strength. His sole Dominion is a very effective strategist, who is also fluent in the language of daggers and poisons, named Rosier. His five Virtues are made up of Ariel, Beliah, Uzziel, Ieliah, and Barbatos. Beleth and Uvall are his two Powers. Mammon and Zagiel are his Archangels. His eleven other Fallen are: Anane, Asbeel, Azza, Danel, Ertael, Fomalhaut, Jeqon, Kokabel, Mulciber, Rugziel, and Zavebe. Basically, his group is a powerhouse, stealth, and strategy group. It’s well-balanced, with a slight inclination to strength. And of course Lucifer is in his group. The most powerful of the Fallen and Unfallen Ones.
Lucifer raises his hand, and all is quiet. “We know our path and destiny. We start with Starrin, pass through to Laratheen, battle to Corsta then Guorda, fight through to Brina, Forsinth, and finally, God’s throne, Eden. You know what to do men!” He raises his hand, and the barrier between Stygia and Starrin bends dramatically. Sweat begins to form on his brow as he concentrates on bursting the bubble. Leviathan realizes that his master is struggling with this task. Mentally, he presses against the barrier as well, and it explodes.

i'm still working on ch. 3. all names for hell's layers are from a religious site. heaven's are my own.

[Switch]

I read half of that and will be haunted by it in my dreams...I can't read the rest, I'm sorry.

[Mitsu]

whaddaya mean, haunted?

[Switch]

As in, the graphic images will keep showing up in my dreams and thoughts, disturbing my sanity...

[Mitsu]

then you didn't get halfway. the murder is only in the prelude...so far.

[Switch]

A third, then? Cause I don't know exactly.

[Mitsu]

skip to chapter 1

[Switch]

I shall, then.

[Mitsu]

yay! read!