Children of the Gods

by R.T. Allenson


They rose from their ancient resting places, no more than a dozen or so, like curling fingers sprawling from the ground – moving in an ungainly fashion towards the gathered crowd whose faces were painted with shock and terror I stood  just a few feet from the glade transfixed by the sight and too afraid to move.

They were not what we asked for. They were not the inviting messengers described by our patron though by now, in all honesty, we should have known not the trust the words of those who rule above us. They promise, but these are empty promises and everything they do is mere illusion. But this…this sight, this terrifying display slowly inching towards us was no illusion. This was real – the stench was real, the vividness and the terrifying visages..Born from a madman’s dream into reality.

I shivered though no cool air passed me by; it was unflinching fear and my thoughts went back to Father Bellamy. He had promised to end the famine that struck our town, the famine killing us..and our children. My own boy was with me, clutching my legs tightly as his curious gaze felt indescribable terror for the first time. He said that he knew where to find saviors who would end our toil and suffering, who would bring us to a grand feast – a glorious repast fit for the children of the gods. And his voice was like thunder and so we bowed our heads and obeyed…

From the great maw in the middle of the glade where they had risen, chthonic beings from the abyss made their way towards our congregation. Their forms disfigured and twisted in unnamable ways, their shapes and disposition unlike anything human. They shambled in three legs, each looking similar to tree trunks and they moved visible difficulty – their gait was almost lumbering, as if their thick legs could not carry the weight of their form. These unnatural appendages were attached to a round body whereupon six stalks of flesh protruded into the air, terminating into small orbs which seemed to be their heads and were lined with orifices numbering between three to five. They stood roughly the same height as an average human, with only a few towering above us by a few feet. They were unlike anything we had ever seen of this earth. Perhaps these were truly, of a greater providence…

But they didn’t look like saviors. They looked nothing like saviors at all…

Silence. We were hushed into fear by the sheer terror of the sight of these unearthly beasts. Not one among us dared to even whisper. I was more curious as to what these things truly were…

Slowly the lumbering horrors closed in on us in monotonous speed. What seemed to be tongues flickered like serpents from each orifice and their mottled, rubbery skin exuded a distinct smell – an earthly, decaying smell similar to rotting flesh. One among us, old Sam had enough of the slow terror and, with a wail, charged towards the shambling creatures. One of the creatures, their leader perhaps, let out an unearthly shriek that seemed to reverberate all around us and shot one of its stalked appendages, impaling Sam in almost an instant. Its orb like head tore through his stomach and as I gazed in disbelief, his whole body disintegrated in a mist of umbral smoke.

There was nothing else but the sound of our screaming mixed with the monster’s harrowing calls. I turned around to gaze at our predator’s distance, out of fear, and saw the lumbering ancients stride closer with many tongues flickering in the air, flashing like lightning in a cold november sky. My boy had fallen hard on the ground and one of the noisome monsters was closing in on him. I pushed myself to run towards them and it was hard for fear is a tough wall to break through. I ran towards the hulking beast, wailing with arms poised to strike and felt the force of lightning cascade all throughout my body.

And I remember all too well, his voice was like thunder…

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