I have no idea what this thing is, but I see it whenever I shut my eyes.
A huge ebony set of wings, and a leathery black hide, only sometimes the terrible abomination's skin will shift and change, like the tide as it washes onto shore in the moonlight.
I don't know why I see it, and I don't know how to cut the connection, how to break off the influx of images that assault my psyche. Worst of all is that I can feel it grow. Somewhere deep within I know that there isn't much time left.
Soon the horizon shall be eclipsed by its dark form. I don't know how to stop it, but I do know what its coming for.
Its hungry. It needs to feed. What's more is that the more it eats, the more powerful it will become. I would say that it will get bigger after it feasts, but I'm afraid it may be able to change its size at will.
I pray that I am just insane, that this is all in my head. Because last night when I went to sleep, I saw the thing beyond classification.
I dreamed of a field stained crimson from the blood of hundreds. Bodies mutilated beyond recognition littered the landscape. The grass was covered with entrails, organs, and limbs.
In the dream the sky was cloudy. I turned around in shock, and amidst the dead I saw strange vapors rise, like smoke from the end of a cigarette. Only this smoke, or vapor, or whatever it was changed colors in the air before my eyes. From blue gray, it metamorphosed into a light burgundy, and began to float towards me. It circled my body, almost as if to get my attention. Soon, other vapors glided towards me, seeping out of the dead flesh around me. These were similar to the first vapor which circled me, only these varied in size and color. Green, purple, yellow, brown, blue, all sorts of colors drifted from the pulp on the ground. Some were vaguely human in shape, and with others it was hard to even distinguish one definitive shape. Some were wider then a bus, and some were thinner then a pencil.
A strong breeze with the reek of rotting flesh blew the strange hazes away. They sailed off through the sky, and when they made it to the large pine trees that stood stoically about a mile or so to the left, they traveled through them and disappeared from sight.
I turned back to face the miles of butchered men, women, and children only to find a silhouette on the horizon, roughly half a mile off. It took a few seconds for my eyes to get the person properly into focus. Gradually, the blurriness subsided, and I saw what appeared to be a man, in green and red flannel pajama pants and a white wife beater, and short gray hair.
I yelled towards him, but as I did I heard him begin to scream. It was the most blood chilling scream I've ever heard, and I hope against hope to never hear one like it again. It conjured up thoughts of men gut shot dying in utter agony on the battlefield. Thoughts of amputations and castrations before the days of antibiotics or anesthetics. Thoughts of prison rape, torture and genocide.
It was hard to see clearly, but it looked as if an ink black fog was sizzling out from underneath his clothes. I ran as fast as I could through the gore soaked ground, but slipped on the blood slicked grass and landed hard on my side.
Amid sanity shattering wails I saw the man tear his shirt and pants off, in what I assume was a desperate attempt to stop the amorphous black wisps from painfully percolating out of his pores. It was all to no avail, as more and more of the smoke escaped his body. I scrambled, tried to get up to somehow help the poor wretch, though admittedly I was unsure if it was possible.
I made it to my feet, but by the time I reached the stranger he was silent. The black, smoky form that came out of the man's skin suddenly shot up into the air behind me.
An eardrum piercing howl tore through the air, and in that moment everything inside me tightened up and went cold. I began to tremble uncontrollably. Yet, despite my terror I had an urge to see the thing. I shouldn't have turned to look, but I needed to see. A frantic desire to know what was capable of killing so many filled me, and my wonder momentarily overcame my fear.
I would give anything to forget what I saw in the sky of that nightmare realm. I can barely come to an estimate as to what size the thing was, but it was wide enough that I had to turn my head to see all of its obsidian mass, which was obscured by black clouds. Its massive wings were bat like, and the only part of the beast which could be seen clearly outside the blackness. Each leathery wing had what looked like some kind of dark purple and olive colored gills attached to where the arm bone would be in a regular bat. Though obscured from vision by the giant coal black smog which whipped furiously around it, I could see that the terrible black clouds, which floated around its hulking mass were being pumped out from the gill like organs atop the wings.
A fearsome wind blew, and the black clouds allowed an obscured glimpse of the rest of its body. It was easily a hundred feet tall, though its size was hard to pinpoint as it was in the sky. How to describe that foul leviathan is difficult. Like a giant eel, only it appeared to have thorn like protrusions all along its skin. Its hind quarters consisted of thousands of curly tendrils, which moved in a way I can't possibly begin to describe. These thin perhaps fifteen foot tails, if they could be labeled as such, seemed to move and stay still all at the same moment, and staring at them made an excruciating burning sensation begin in my head, and made my eyes ache. The creature twisted, and more of the corporeal part of the thing could be seen through the dark clouds. What looked like more gills, similar to the ones above the wings, ran down the side of its body. As I got a better look a realization came to me that made the breath catch in my chest. For what I thought of as gills on the side of this demon, this hellish storm cloud with wings, were sucking the black smog from the air back into its body.
Rain began to hammer down from the black clouds surrounding the thing, clouds which had grown in mere minutes to be so colossal that I could no longer see the rest of the sky. It was so large that it must have had its own atmosphere, which is the only somewhat scientific explanation I have as to why a torrential downpour fell from the slate murkiness which shadowed the land.
Another howl vibrated through the air, louder then the first. I went deaf, a loud buzz ringing in my ears as I stared on in horror at the apocalypse made manifest.
Tears streamed down my face, as the thing floated closer. My rain soaked body shivered, as two eyes the brilliant white of lightning flashed at the end of two impossibly long gigantic, corresponding onyx antenna like appendages, which emerged from the clouds.
I screamed, too deaf to hear my own shrieks. And then a voice spoke in my head.
At first it was only noises in my head, which I gradually discerned to be some kind of practically indescribable language. I can hardly attempt to repeat it, even phonetically. Some of the sounds which echoed through my head I was confident were never meant for human lips to speak. The tone switched from high pitched, fast screams, to slow deep rumbling groans. Finally, I heard the voice speak in English.
Lapalitizk WILLLLLL trap your spirit for eternity. Join LAPPALLLTIIZZZKK or have your soul and FLESSSSHHHH ripped away. EIIIIIITTHHHER you are AGAAAIIINNST us, or with us. Remember this, you are one of the CHHOOOOOOSEEN, and will be summoned when the GREEEAAAATTT EXTERMINNAAAAATTIIONNN begins. LAPSLITZK is the spark, to light the way for the rest.
Yet the thing which sent me here, where I currently reside in Sunny Hills Asylum in Grafton Massachusetts, was not the horrible thing, known as Lapalitzk, or its words. No, the vision which sent me down the hall from the bright room known as sanity, into the darkness of this closet known as madness, was far worse. For in the nightmare, after Lapalitizk's voice screeched and boomed in my mind, some of its black vaporous form snaked downward from the miles above into my throat. It rushed in before I knew what was happening, and even if I had I doubt I could have stopped it.
As I inhaled the blackness, I saw the future of the world. Saw that Lapalitzk is one of hundreds of other gods, and creatures which will inhabit the Earth. In the vision the land was dark, possibly shadowed by Lapalitzk, or by one of the other dark gods whose names are hidden through the centuries. Strange plants and creatures filled the land. Only one important thing was missing from this nightmare within a nightmare. One aspect which left me shivering with tears streaming down my face when I awoke. For you see, in the glimpse which Lapalitzk allowed me, I saw many new beings upon the Earth. Animals with colors and limbs unimaginable to those with sanity intact. Dark gods in the seas and in the sky. Beings hundreds of feet below the ground swimming in lakes of liquid fire. Even bipedal creatures about the size of a human, but with a lower torso like a huge snake, with odd lightning colored eyes at the end of leathery black antenna like appendages. Yet on all the miles upon miles my spirit floated in the vision, there was one sight I was not afforded.
Mankind was nowhere to be found.
From the diary of Seth O'Malley
June 10 2009