I ran across the sands, towards the Blue Moon, the cries of pain a leash on my neck drawing me closer, and I ran towards it.

The blue moon steadily grew larger and filled the horizon, how I was getting closer this quickly was puzzling but I did not really want think about it, I had no answers.

Same way I did not want to consider if I had become stark raving mad, maybe tied up to a bed somewhere, foam frothing from my mouth. The sweet call of madness, that would be a worthy relief.

Nonetheless if there were no evidence suggesting I was going to wake up soon from this state, I better lived it. I just had to focus on one thing alone, someone was in crisis and i needed to be there to help. It was all I can do, to keep me functional.

As I got closer, winds buffeted me, the wind came in the same timing with the screams, I stopped. listening, and I could see it, I stood in mute awe as a wave of sound and wind coming from the moon.

This close i figured that this should not be a moon, but a moon shaped structure. A massive entity, that could only be built by something or someone that defied my understanding.

As I got closer to the structure, I felt a weight on my chest, it was humbling when you see a mountain, they pierced the heavens with no care and abandon, even more defying when it is clearly built and designed, it weighed down on your lonesomness, makes you feel tiny and fragile.

Craning my head until my neck hurt, I estimated that the structure should be at least six hundred metres, and this structure had been ravaged by battle for as I slowly panned my eyes over it I could now see deep gouges and massive damages all over the blue edifice.

There was something about massive undertakings that took the breath way, and what could be more massive than this!. And I was struck by a nostalgic feeling, even something this massive could be broken, destruction was a force that feed fat in the universe it seems, anywhere it goes, there were always ripe fruit to pluck.

There was something magnetic about this blue gem, and I found it hard to believe that this was built by someone, it almost seem like a force of nature, it willed itself to be.

Being this close i felt a pull as if the structure commanded a gravity by itself, my bones almost felt leaden with metal, i found it hard to turn my gaze away. It truly enraptured me.

Observing closely i could see where that wave of sound originated, it was closer to the centre of the edifice, and as i watched another wail resounded, i watched it get closer to me, a spreading wave of force visible to the naked eye, the force and the sound passed through me, my bones vibrated and my ears rang out, turning back i watched the wave escape into the distance as it expanded further.

The cry did not seem erratic, coming every three minutes like clock work, I finally reached the structure. It was made of metal that glowed blue, it should have been beautiful but it was filled with black fog that dulled the glow, making a glorious light diseased and this close, a rotten smell wafted off the metal.

I was suddenly struck with a feeling that this was not a building but something alive. looking at the deep gouges that honey-combed the structure, with a little mental calculations I should be able to make my way across and upward to my destination.

I looked for any ways to get into the structure but apart from the rents and deep gouges on the surface there were no openings.

I cracked my neck, there were plenty of handholds. Good thing I wasn't scared of height or anything, afterall the tallest structure I have been inside were all of two storeys, six metres of glorious perfection, and everybody below me were as tiny as ants.... so I got this!.

Puffing my chest, my hands and feet went to work, some sections were perfectly lined up so I could move across like climbing a staircase, some part I had to climb narrow girders and maneuver slippery floorings.

Using the interval of the screams like a guiding clock, I counted it down in my mind, refreshing the numbers again in my head, after each horrific wails.

I had used about three hundred screams worth of time to get to the midpoint between me and my destination I thought macabrely.

I was huffing and panting, my arms were lead, waves of pain radiated down my hands into my skull, as my head buzzed with increased blood flow, I had to blink sweat away from my eyes and struggled through the pain.

For I discovered an interesting phenomenon two hundred and twenty three screams away, My body would normally have shut down by now, too exhausted to even blink, my system all but quitted on me. But as long as i could push through the pain, as long as i coukd muscle through the endless deluge of fatigue and the sobs of my joint that creaked, it seemed my stamina was infinite.

I should be used to this weird shit by now.... but drum rolls please___ I was not!. It was just one other thing that was draining on my sanity, drawing me deeper into this life of false and truth...one moment I was a green flame, the next I was a confused boy, neck way deep into shit he can't even fathom.

“Gee.. Ade” I mouthed “welcome to macho heaven” where pain and suffering is nothing but the sweetest of nectar"... The three hundred and one scream was about to begin.

I braced myself, i was quite high up now, and I felt a chill when i considered plunging down, not to my death but to my doom, my broken body lying on the white sands, unable to cry out, unable to die, just eternity spent in pain, watching the empty sky only the scream of the woman above to accompany me till the end of creation.

Which was a viable and frightening notion, afterall I should not have been able to climb this high up, through the fatigue and pain, who says a fall can kill me.

I shook my head the screams pouring into my ears. By now I was sure i was deaf, I should be deaf. The only way I could hear was because I willed myself to hear, how did I come across that conclusion? oh.. I don’t know, perhaps it the rivers of blood running out my ears!

Whatever had been happening to me made me very tolerant to pain, besides physical pain could not compare to the pain I felt inside.

I don’t know why I was not burning up?, my body covered in flames. For my heart was in agony, it literally felt like molten metal was inside my chest, it hurt, but I knew pain and i could take it. What could hurt more than Heralds flame? And I am housing the damn thing I side my mortal soul... perhaps immortal soul... the shit I've gone through. I mentally stroked my chin.

Finally I arrived at my destination, at a circular cave like hole about twelve feet vertically and fourteen horizontally, the edges were rubbed smooth with fine grains of bluish metal peppering the edges, I peered into it, it goes all the way across for about three meters before it sloped upwards, that would be treacherous footing, especially if I am being assaulted by the winds and screams, I had to properly time my assent into the cave, for there was no visible protrusion for me to wedge myself against.

A fleeting moment of clarity ran through my head like mice, what the hell was I doing, I should be on the beautiful ground wrapped with white sand, this screams should be a lullaby to draw me to sleep, but on my own initiative I was plunging into madness.

Story of my life.

The scream came and the moment it passed by I leapt into the opening.

I ran across, timing my footsteps with my heartbeat, whatever was ahead was most likely not going to be pleasant, and the predatory instinct I got from that creature that wore my soul was still there with me.

Getting to the incline, I pushed my chest forward and ran faster, my legs were burning, but it would not fail me, I pushed harder, I needed to be out of this passage before the next wave came, suddenly the passage gave way to a cavern and I fell down, sliding down into an awaiting abyss.

I reoriented my self and shook the mental cobwebs away from the slight daze of my fall. Chill filled my veins as i beheld what was before me.

The cavern was circular and lit up in flames that burned at the edges,the flames burned below a metal grate, the whole floor was entirely metallic with symmetric tiny holes like a sieve... hence the grate.

A woman knelt at the centre, arms akimbo, two chains held them up, they dug into her arms and crisscrossed her body, with the two ends of the chain disappearing into her neck, her head rested on her chest, her hair which covered her face was blue, and her skin glowed like ivory with wisp of blue flames flickering underneath , she was naked, and I found myself pulling off my shirt to cover her, when a burst of cold came above, I looked up to see a circular hatchway with a metallic door that slid across.

It was directly above the woman, and a clear stream of water flowed down, it impacted the woman and she turned into a icy frozen statue, the water ran down the grate drawing burst of intense hisses as it brushed acrossed the flames on the edge of the cavern, before evaporating.

Her body was a sculpture and she looked to be asleep, i could feel the chills from where i stood and i was confused how to proceed.

This was not something I could interven into. I had guessed it, but I just had to witness it didn't I.

A dull hum sounded in the direction of the frozen woman before the glowing wisp of fire beneath her skin erupted and both extreme temperatures literally tore her apart, she screamed from a ruined body that should not be worthy to.

So, that was why she cries.

The cry threw me to the edge of the cavern where I impacted against the wall with a sickening crunch.

I wish I could be blessed with unconsciousness, but I was not, so my suppositions were correct. I thought in fright, this was not a place I should get hurt in a debilitating manner.

I turned to see the ruined sight of the now thankfully silent woman, I cringed internally at that thought. And watched a pulse of miasma?, flowed from the chain and rapidly drew all the pieces of her flesh together making her whole once more.

It seemed she had became aware of me, her head turned to me.

Her body came together, the miasma only cared with putting her body into a whole and was not gentle about it, a dull heart-wrenching sound was heard as her body remerged. Muscles and bones forcefully crushed and melded into shape.

My heart squeezed in terror, for in that tormented form, she spoke:

“ Help me Nephilim, Free me from my torment!”