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They called themselves the Soldiers of Divine Light and Truth. To the world, they were just another doomsday cult—one of those fanatic groups that believed the apocalypse had come and only they had been chosen to “cleanse” the Earth.
But what most people didn’t know was that they were right—at least about the apocalypse. It came quietly, like a fog. First, the birds stopped singing. Then the sky changed—not red or black, just... wrong. One group wwas controlling everything. They were infecting the minds of the young, and commiting heinous acts in secret. The leader saw it all coming but was branded as scum by the rest of the world, who were unaware of what they were setting themselves up for.
That’s when the Soldiers came.
They wore green suits with a red band on their side. They were beacons of hope in a united nation. And wherever they went, they purified
They said they were looking for “echoes of the old world.” People who remembered time before it froze. People who hadn’t accepted the Light. Anyone who hid from them was “tainted.”
Like the girl in the basement.
Her name was Anne.
She’d been hiding for weeks under her dead aunt’s farmhouse. The air was damp. Mold grew in blooms across the stone walls. Her flashlight batteries died on the second day, and she’d been moving by touch ever since. The only sound she ever heard was her heartbeat—until it wasn’t.
One night, around 3:00 a.m.—not that time meant anything anymore—Anne heard footsteps above her. Slow. Even. Not like someone looking. Like someone who already knew.
She held her breath.
The footsteps stopped right above the trapdoor. Then... three knocks.
“Child,” said a voice, too smooth to be human. “The Light has come. Why do you hide from Truth?”
She didn’t answer. She pressed herself against the dirt wall, as if it could swallow her.
Then came a fourth knock—except it didn’t sound like a hand. It was more like metal.
She remembered her father’s shotgun. It was in the corner, still wrapped in canvas. She crawled toward it, silently. But the fourth knock wasn’t on the trapdoor anymore. It came from behind her. From inside the basement.
There was nothing but stone and soil. And yet, behind her, a piece of the wall was bleeding. Slowly, crimson drops slid down the stone, as if the basement itself was alive—and crying.
“Elara,” the voice said again, but now it was behind her. She turned, but saw only darkness.
Then she felt light—blazing, warm, crawling up the tunnel like fireflies made of fire. But the light didn’t warm her. It burned.
She screamed.
But the Soldiers didn’t come in. They grew in. Their robes peeled off the walls like moss, their masks forming from mold, bone, and fungus. One opened its mouth, and a choir of children’s voices sang a hymn with no words.
Elara backed into the far corner, clutching the useless shotgun.
“Why do you hide?” they whispered again, this time in her own voice.
When her parents found the farmhouse they found nothing but a long crooked nose, seemingly belonging to a witch. This witch's nose was Anne's.
That day in the middle of the town a body was found tied to a tree. Belonging not to a woman- or a young girl, but to a witch. A vile creature resembling more of a monster than a human.
"This is their true nature" the soldiers began to chant, and the sun rose once again, burning the witch's corpse to a crisp.
Enraged, her father began writing. Writing a diary and using their filthy black magic to make the masses feel bad for such a foul witch. What a dirty trick. He even included some disgusting stuff about his own daughter TOUCHING HERSELF. HOW FOUL. BUT NOT SURPRISING.
NOW MORE POWERFUL THAN EVER, THESE WITCHES LURK AMONG US POSING AS HUMAN. THEY FEED US DISGUSTING GOYSLOP TO KEEP US FAT, THEY INGRAIN THEIR PROPAGANDA INTO OUR YOUTH. THEY BOUGHT OUT OUR SCHOOLBOOKS. THEY SEND US INTO WARS.
HEAR ME EVERYONE OF LOOKSMAX.ORG. WE MUST RISE UP. THE SUN MUST RISE AGAIN
