A Look In The Mirror

Oltair awoke in a old run down home. The smell of dried blood and guts made him gag and vomit on instant. He shook his head and looked around...the body parts of humans could be seen. Arms, legs, torsos and decapitated heads filled the room. Oltair's eyes went wide and started to look violently around, "W-w-what the fuck is going on!? Why am I here?"



His mind caught up with him and he burst out in tears. He had killed these people...he looked around and saw a mirror with blood smeared on it. Cautiously he stood up and picked his way through the limbs. Now he stood in front of the mirror, written were the words, 'Riatlo doog gninrom.'



The sound of leather hitting liquid was now audible. He turned around and there stood a twisted version of himself...the one he saw before the explosion. His hair was the same, his skin was just as pale, his eyes, muscles, and even clothing was the same. The only thing different was the leather boots...and the blood encrusted fangs, "Good morning Oltair."



"Who..who are you? What am I doing here?"



The twisted Oltair grabbed his neck and pushed him up against the mirror, "So many annoying questions! Silence slave...your life is mine now. My name is Riatlo...and this Gnihton."



"G...Gnihton," asked a very confused and distraught Oltair.



"Yes...Gnihton. The opposite of your world. The time has come for you to know...and time for you to help me. You WILL do my bidding," spoke Riatlo, whom sat down on a couch and threw Oltair to the floor.



Oltair backed away from him, "Where's Rose?" He answered the question himself and started to cry again.



"Grow some balls Oltair! She's gone and you cannot get her back," Riatlo's voice was dark, sinister and full of an ominous power. "At least..without my help."



Oltair stopped crying and looked up at his counterpart, "What do you mean 'my help'?"



"Do you ever stop asking questions!? I can bring back your precious Rose...All I ask is that you wonder in this world long enough, but you need to adapt. You're so frail that you will die the moment you set foot outside. Come," he stood up walked to a window.





The true man stood up and followed his dark counterpart. 'It's not like I have a choice. How the hell did I get here though?'



"You got here by having committed all seven of your so called 'deadly sins'. Or at least...your body did. It's dead now..in eight ways. Life, lust, anger, greed, gluttony, sloth, envy, and pride. You had everything..now you have nothing!" He laughed and pointed to the window.



Oltair couldn't believe his eyes...it was a dark and twisted version of his reality. The sevens cardinal sins could be seen everywhere. He fell to his knees and submitted his mind and his sanity...this place was real. He lived here now and the only person he could trust was his Alternate reality.



"I will bring back Rose as an act of trust...but if you do not agree," he bent over and whispered into Oltair's ear, "I will satisfy her myself and afterwords...I will rip off the flesh and muscle from her bones in front of your eyes."



A wave of his hands and Rose was leaning on Oltair, her breast pushing against his back and her waist long hair draped over his body. Her gentle emerald green eyes opened and looked as Oltair turned around, his face full of shock. "Oltair? Oh my god," she kissed his lips...and then her eyes closed. Her body went pale, her hair turned black, the kiss turned from love to lust.



Oltair pulled himself away from Rose, "This isn't Rose....we don't have a deal!"



Riatlo was true to his threat. He took off his own clothes and pinned this dark version of Rose to the floor. He inserted himself inside her and started to thrust as she moaned his name. He laughed evilly as he began to rip off her flesh with his teeth. She screamed in dark pain and pleasure. Oltair tried to push Riatlo off of her but failed.



Oltair was on his knees...the remains of Rose before him, "Alright....alright...we have a deal. I'll do what you want." His mind wasn't agreeing because of Rose...but rather from fear.



The dark being laughed and pulled his clothes back on. He looked down at the humbled Oltair, "Good. Now go out into Gnihton and live...that's all I ask." He turned and faced the window, looking down.



He shook his head, he had lost. There was no way back home and he had now lost his love, twice. He looked up towards the sky, seeing only a ceiling as he stood up. Slowly he made his way to the house, "I guess I have no choice now. I'll do what you want...but where do I sleep? Where do I live?"



"You will come here whenever you wish...this will be your home. I hope you can get used to this dark world...good luck. You're going to need it."



Oltair nodded and walked out, thinking only one thing, 'I have to get out of here...and stop this from ever happening again. Maybe if I'm lucky...some other people will be here that are like me.' He stepped out onto the street and looked into a glass window just in time to see a dark cloth wrap around his upper body and take the form of a simple T-shirt.



He looked around and saw that this place was very familiar. He walked across the street and turned around. He went wide eyed and shook his head, "No...it can't be. It's impossible!" The site he was starring at...was his old apartment complex and the door he walked out of...was his old apartment.



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When I first saw that door...all I could think of was home. The fresh smell...the quiet...the calm skies. Man...i really was in Hell. Where was the fire and the demons though? I guess this wasn't Hell. This was Gnihton...but to me...this was Nothing.