Children Of The Prophecy - Pt. 3

Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 3

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Tw: Very casual mention of death, Hell as a place (mentioned), my awful describing of architecture

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Jesse took a careful step out of the elevator as if testing the ground. She looked around, eyes scanning her surroundings, but finding nothing alarming.

Just a simple gravel path, leading to god knows where.

The tiny stones crunched under her boots as she made her way across the forest. The trees surrounded the path, like a steel wall.

With no way to break through.

And so she kept walking and walking until she somehow found herself facing an entrance to a cave.

It was deep, and by that I mean there was absolutely no way to see its other side.

Jesse took out her phone and turned the flashlight on. 

A faint glow illuminated the void in front of her. It wasn’t a lot, but it’d have to suffice.

She crossed the metaphorical threshold, behind which the darkness began, and stumbled on the uneven floor.

She steadied herself, and carefully descended further.

Jesse pointed her phone at the wall closest to her and saw ‘The Church OF–’ with the last word being scratched out by something with huge claws, that apparently wasn’t happy with whatever being the religion was dedicated to.

Well, one thing was for sure, and it was the fact that–judging from all the stuff that was lined up next to the wall, including an altar–the entity was greatly cherished by many.

On the wall on the right of the room cave was a tapestry.

It hung about two, no, three meters up and reached the ground. On its surface, there was a depiction of a sunrise over the mountains, and a silvery river that wound around the hills like a ribbon made of stardust.

Jesse approached it, and hastily slid her index finger across its rough surface.

She retracted her hand as soon as the unnaturally loud 'click' echoed through the chamber.

Huh, strange, she thought

She carefully pushed the fabric aside, revealing a small door made of red wood.

That wasn't here before— wait, 'before'?

She just shrugged, and cautiously grabbed the handle. Having caused no reaction, she pressed on it, opening the door.

The tunnel behind it was nothing like what she expected; it was tiny, and despite her being 5'4" she'd have to crawl to fit through.

Eh, raz kozie śmierć, she said to herself

Jesse got on her knees, and slowly crawled into the small opening.

No matter how far she went, the tunnel seemed to never end, and it was getting more and more claustrophobic with every second she spent there.

"Fuck you and your tunnels" she snarled, coughing from the dust

Then, she heard a loud creak, like something old was opened.

She stilled.

The noise didn't continue.

She took a few more 'steps' and realized she was staring into a deep, endless pit, just inches from falling into it.

Jesse narrowed her eyes, trying to make out anything down there.

Nothing,

Well, at least not that she could see.

She heard a crack, felt the ground beneath her shift, and suddenly found herself falling down the hole.

Her mind was screaming at her, to grab something, anything, but there was no use. The walls were unnaturally smooth and barren, providing no help in her situation.

She could of course spread her arms and legs out, in hopes of stopping the fall, but the most probable income was that she would—in the best case scenario—scrape her skin off, or—in the worst—break something.

Suddenly, the air around her seemed to shake—ha, ironic, isn't it?—and soon after she found herself lying on some uneven surface, unscathed.

"What the hell…" she whispered

Jesse shakily got up to her legs. There were no walls around her, at least not that she could see. The whole place was coated in darkness so dense you could cut it with a butter knife and put it on your sandwich. Not that it would taste like anything, except maybe dust.

There was nothing around her, sans the flat stone ground she stood on. 

She felt something unexplainable, like a force pulling her forward, which soon led her to a dilapidated stone arch that appeared to be glowing. 

Jesse slowly edged closer to it and examined the weird structure. It was made of stone blocks, stacked one on top of another, and was about three meters tall. She carefully placed her hand on its coarse surface and flinched at the cold that seemed to go through her. 

The arch came to life, a bright white flame igniting in the center of it. 

Jesse reached out with her hand to touch the flame, and to her surprise, it didn’t burn. It wasn't even hot.

She ignored the slight tingling in her hand and mechanically came closer to the flame. The nearer she was, the bigger the flame got.

As soon as she entered it, the archway exploded in white light, engulfing her, and the surroundings completely. 

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Jesse woke up in a spacious room. The walls were made of black bricks, just like the floor, and there were ripped red curtains covering the pane-less windows,

She tried to move from the uncomfortable position she was in but quickly found herself unable due to the fact that she was tied to a chair. 

And not just any chair, one of those fancy castle ones. It was painted black, with red cushions, the shade matching the curtains and the rug beneath it.

She tugged at the rope binding her hands, but to no avail. Perfect, just perfect, she thought 

She grabbed her necklace with her teeth and pulled. 

The delicate chain ripped almost immediately, nevertheless leaving a reddened, painful line on her neck. Something to worry about later. She leaned forward, the pendant still in her mouth, pressing its sharp edge to the rope. Slowly but surely, it gave in, freeing her right hand.

She grabbed the pendant, but in her hurry, it slipped from her sweaty fingers and landed on the floor with a quiet metal clank.

“Fuck” she murmured, trying and failing to reach it. Both of her legs, her left hand, and her torso were still bound.

She put all of her weight on one side of the chair, slipping her foot with the rope still on from its leg. She did the same on the other side, leaned to try and reach the pendant again.

She had however miscalculated how much force she needed and ended up falling to the right with a squeak of surprise, still attached to the chair.

Jesse grabbed what was left of her necklace, and started rubbing it at the rope binding her left hand. 

“Well, well, I see you've woken up” a loud voice boomed through the chamber

She didn’t reply. The rope snapped. One more.

A figure, covered by shadows slowly entered her eyeshot.

The shadows slowly dissipated, revealing an unnaturally tall figure slowly approaching her.

It stopped about a meter and a half in front of her, and now she could make out its features

It was a man, with shoulder-length raven-black hair, a ghostly pale face, and unnaturally looking eyes. She wasn’t sure what exactly was wrong with him, but it made her experience an uncanny valley.

He was really tall, definitely more than two meters, and wore a formerly white linen shirt, hemp pants tucked into leather boots, and a woolen cloak, all in various shades of black-ish green and brown. He looked ancient.

“Hello, child,” he said, not looking at her

Jesse kept trying to cut the rope “Who are you?” she asked, her voice steady despite the fear she felt

The man grinned, but the emotion stopped at his mouth, not reaching his eyes which remained cold, untouched. “‘Who am I?’...” he said, “That’s a spot-on question, Jesse Valerie Shadewalker”

Jesse glanced at him, surprised, “That’s… Not my name”

“Oh, yeah, ‘Blackwood’. How could I’ve forgotten,” he said, his voice colder than the stone walls “we don’t use that surname anymore”

And at that moment, the pendant went through the last binding.

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Children Of The Prophecy (COTP) - Masterlist

After her adoptive mother's tragic death, a 19 year old demonology student, Jesse V. Blackwood decides to use the things she learned at school to find out what happened to her birth parents.

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I HAVE DECIDED TO REWRITE IT FROM SCRATCH, THUS BEHOLD,

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General TWs: mild swearing, paranormal shit, minors getting whumped (sometimes), family drama, murder & death, lady whump (not straight-up torture, just Unfortunate Circumstances™️)

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Characters (in progress)

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Prologue

Part One - The Aftermath

Part Two - The Otherworld

Part Three - Of Shitty Castles And Weird Dimensions

Part Four - A'graeth

Part Five - The Downside To Being Half-Demon

Part Six - Out Of The Frying Pan And Into The Fire I

Part Seven - Out Of The Frying Pan And Into The Fire II

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