Deathpool
Science fiction fantasy
The corridor was dark, lit only by the glowing veins of firestone that ran like cracks along the walls. There was a distinct smell on the air; stale, burnt, sulphurous. Only fitting, thought Sarmon, that the master of the underworld would inhabit such a hellish place. Marcus had summoned him, and so he had come into his realm. As master of life and keeper of the keys to hell, he was one of the few who were able to walk here unescorted.
The corridor widened at the entrance of the great hall. Sarmon was surprised by how many had answered the call; tier upon tier of Immortals filled the hall, the cavernous expanse echoing with their chattering. He looked around curiously. The master of fear was there, as always occupying his own little island of space - no other Immortal sat within an arm's length of where he was quietly looking at his dark, red, skin that allowed him to merge involuntarily with other beings.
A few rows behind him were shadows on the wall, trying to look inconspicuous; Sarmon had never had any trouble seeing through the master of disguises' glamours except when she was mimicking another person, animal, or projecting illusions.
At the front of the hall, Marcus held court. He nodded when he saw Sarmon come in. Sarmon returned the gesture and took the seat in the first tier the master of objects graciously vacated for him. Marcus cleared his throat, and the hall quieted.
The floating globes of light that hung above there heads dimmed one by one, until only a single shaft shone down on the master of the underworld. 'Let us begin,' he said. ‘We have some infestation amongst us called the humans. We must remove that infestation.’ A deafening roar of applause followed. Marcus cleared his throat and the hall quieted. “Now. Once we destroy those humans Earth is ours and we’ll live a peaceful eternity. Dismissed.” A roar of applause followed.
There was swooshing followed by a crash. “What was that,” asked Jacob. “James and Curtis,” replied Janet grinning from her shadows. “Whoa,” screamed Jacob. “No James. Not the ceiling.” He closed his waiting for the inevitable impact.
In contrast to the depths of the underworld, the daylight was blinding with light. The chattering and laughing of people on the beach greeted him, so he opened his eyes. What a perfect time, Jacob thought, to start torturing the humans.
Groups of teenagers were just getting in the water. “Hey Tim, catch me if you can,” said Jeff grinning as he began swimming out to sea. Jeff was in the water in an instant. “Hey wouldn’t it be your lucky day if a shark got you,” said Jeff. “Quit joking like that you’re scaring me,” Tim retorting. “Your remember jaws don’t,” asked Jeff. “There’s a shark.” A fin was rising out of the water and than disappeared beneath the surface. “Tim,” screamed Jeff at the top of his lungs. “A shark.”
Tim was struck by a sudden fear he had never felt before. There loomed the monster shark. When it opened its mouth, he could see its razor sharp teeth. Its breath smelled like burning wood and ashes. Its eyes were like fire. A feign, thought Tim, from hell.
The shark’s mouth was closing upon him as he was placing his hand on his chest. As he sank below the surface, he blacked out. When he opened his eyes, he was inside a large room. A man whose body was made of solid rock sat in a chair in the corner reading. Tim could see his huge bulky frame. How strong, Tim thought, and indestructible he looked.
I copied this from Microsoft word, so one part doesn't look quite right.