Chapter 116 : The creator

THEO. The first thing that registers in my head is panic, followed quickly by the realization that there is only darkness in here. Wind is whipping all around me, smelling more like actual decay and death, of something more extreme like feces and blood mixed with something else that I don’t even want to think about. It gets worse the farther down I fall. Smaller rocks start to rain down my head and body, leaving marks of pain on my skin. My eyes soon adjust to the darkness enough to see a pit that gets narrower and narrower the further it goes down, littered with strange shapes hanging on the walls. I notice that they’re rock formations, but there are also red and brown splotches that look suspiciously like flesh. It occurs to me that I’m not the only one who was ever sent to this fate. For some reason, that makes me snap back into my senses. Instead of free-falling into the unknown below, I shift midair, changing the direction of my weight until I fall onto one of the protruding r