Chapter 25
The Thing in the Bloody Moonlight
The chapter begins with Karl, who found himself thrown far away. He was bleeding heavily from his nose, feeling pain, fear, and discomfort about standing up. However, he noticed that his hand was broken. Then, as the fog cleared, the demonic, abandoned castle appeared on the horizon—the same castle where Gabriel had found the Manuscript of Shadows. Despite the pain, Karl hurried toward it to hide from the nightmare creatures.
Poor Karl did not know that he was heading into another trap, and that no one could stop the nightmares except his subconscious mind and Gabriel's subconscious mind. Perhaps even their minds had become weakened. After several minutes of running, he finally reached the ominous castle.
As he attempted to enter, he fell into a red, bloody lake. On that night, the red, bloody moon appeared, and its light began to shine on the lake, intensifying its crimson hue. It seemed the castle was just a mirage, like all ambitions and dreams—mere illusions. Yet, he managed to find the cursed book floating in the water. When he tried to grab it, the book bit him. He tried again, and as he opened it, thousands of green, ghostly skulls emerged. This book was different from the one Gabriel had found. It had a different title: The Gothic Necronomicon . It seemed to speak of other creatures, perhaps spells, or other terrifying things that humans—or perhaps non-humans—had recorded. One thing was certain: there were no optimistic myths or positive views in this book. Everything written was pure nihilism.
As Karl began to read the book, the red moonlight reflected on him, transforming him into a darker form.
Karl was panting. The pain in his body was no longer just a sensation; it had become a cold reality seeping into every cell. The bloody lake stretched before him like a hellish mirror, reflecting the dark red moonlight. In its center, the book floated as if waiting for a hand to reach out to it.
When he opened the book, its pages appeared to be made of dead skin, cracked and stained with slowly moving bloodstains.
On the first page, a strange text was engraved in a language unknown to humans, writhing among the shadows as if alive. The words themselves seemed to breathe, whispering in an inaudible voice:
ԴիմորիգիսԴիմորիգիսվաղթանգայանթահաղթումարքարապատմությունԱշխարհի ամենագեղեցիկ բանը ԴիմորիգիսԴիմորիգիսվաղթանգայանթահաղթումարքարապատմությունԱշխարհի ամենագեղեցիկ բանը
Everything in the book was written in this strange language.
Then Karl saw the image of the first entity, and his eyes began to tremble in shock.
The entity was described as "Dimorighis."
It was not just an entity—it was a living catastrophe, a raw embodiment of horror and destruction.
Its massive body surpassed the size of castles, covered in a black substance that was neither skin nor scales, but embodied darkness, pulsating as if it were living flesh. Its surface was unstable, constantly shifting, as though thousands of tormented souls were trying to tear their way out from within.
Its head resembled several skulls fused together, surrounded by long fangs like daggers, dripping with a liquid that evaporated in the air before touching the ground. From its jaws, strands of purple energy emanated, swirling like poisonous smoke.
Its eyes... or rather, the voids where eyes should have been, were black pits, constantly changing, with twisted shapes appearing and disappearing within them, as if they were gateways to worlds that should not exist. Occasionally, red dots flickered inside them, like dying stars in an isolated universe.
From its back emerged gigantic wings, but they were not wings for flight. Instead, they were jagged structures, resembling the limbs of creatures that had lived and died, reshaped into a vile form. They did not flap but expanded and contracted as if breathing, each wing adorned with glowing eyes staring in all directions.
Its claws were like towering spires, with twisted fingers ending in sharp talons like sickles, tearing into reality itself with every movement. Each step it took made the ground tremble, and the air around it thickened with inaudible voices, whispers that penetrated minds and planted deep terror in hearts. And nothingness.
This was not just an entity. It was a walking catastrophe. A plague of pure horror. Something that should not exist, yet it was here.
The entity's name was there, carved in a primitive yet powerful style, as if the worlds themselves would fade upon its utterance: *The God of All Dragons, Dimghyurigus*.
Beneath it, the method of summoning was written:
"To know the method of summoning, you must offer your blood as a sacrifice. Tear open one of your veins, and let the bloody moon bear witness. As your blood flows, the words will appear, and when you utter them, you will know the way."
Then the book grew legs and ran away from Karl, heading toward a distant place in the horizon, shrouded in fog. Karl could not determine the location due to the fog, but the demonic red moon illuminated the path. It was a terrifying city, with temples resembling Buddhist temples, many of them atop fleshy hills. At that moment, Karl took out a voice recorder from his hand and began recording. Now, he would become the narrator instead of me, for I too have been pulled from this terrifying world into the world of foolish humans who have exhausted me, dulled my focus and intelligence, and stolen the dark hours of my night—those hours when, as a psychopath like me, I felt as if I were in heaven. In any case, Karl opened the recorder and said:
"This is my recording. I am Karl Jason, on my journey through the icy hell. Just now, a demonic book appeared before me—a book of black magic, or perhaps a book written by Lucifer himself. It contained an illustration of a celestial entity more terrifying than any I have seen in mythology or old horror novels. That demonic book was alive and headed toward Japanese temples that suddenly appeared on the horizon, atop the hills of hell. I don't know why, but something compels me to follow it. And now, I suddenly find myself walking alone toward the nameless city. If not for the immense force of the fleshy winds that extinguished my torch and left me in darkness, and the light of that red moon that seemed to burn my skin despite the cold, I would have continued. I sighed strangely as the snow, sharp as knives, began to cut my face, causing me to bleed. The snowstorm swirled around the strange ruins I was in—those temples.
Soon, the wind grew quieter, and the snow calmed, until everything settled once more. Though the stillness was void-like on this island, it seemed something lurked among the jagged, fleshy stones of the nameless city. That name, which I saw carved on a stone a few meters before the temples, was there so I wouldn't feel like a stranger. In any case, I got very close, and when I looked at the red moon, it seemed to tremble, as if reflected in troubled waters. Then the sky began to rain red, like blood, heavily and strangely. Yes, rain in a fleshy island, but that wasn't the strangest thing you'd see here in this cold hell. I was more afraid than I could explain, but not enough to quench the curiosity that drove me to uncover the secrets of this place. As soon as the storm stopped, I reached the nameless city.
Then I entered the dark room from which fierce winds blew. This temple, as I had imagined from the outside, was larger than any temple I had ever visited. Inside, there was a statue of a woman wearing a cloak, her face a void of darkness, instead of the usual statue of a virgin. There was also a statue of Christ, but his head was that of a giant octopus. It was supposed to be a Buddhist temple, but what I found inside did not belong to any religion. A strange sacred book, drawings of alien monsters—here, I could stand completely upright, but I noticed that the stones and altars were low, like those in other temples. On the walls and ceiling, I saw remnants of ancient art—strange lines of paint that were almost faded or crumbling.
On two of the altars, I saw with growing excitement a maze of well-crafted, curved sculptures. As I raised my torch high, the ceiling seemed too perfectly structured to be natural. I wondered if those who carved this were even from human history. Their engineering skills must have surpassed humanity. Then a glow brighter than the red moon illuminated the temple, showing me what I was searching for—the evil, demonic book. I fainted when I saw that the door to the room containing the book was just an ordinary door, despite all the effort put into this strange, demonic temple. I inserted my torch and entered, seeing the book glowing in a crimson red light."
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I opened the yellowed book before me to the second page, and there was a strange creature carrying books similar to it, named Beelzebub.
Beneath its name was a lot of text in a language I had never heard before. It was written:
"ማዘን አልፈልግም, ማዘን አልፈልግም, ማዘን አልፈልግም, �ማዘን አልፈልግም."
("I do not want sorrow, I do not want sorrow, I do not want sorrow, I do not want sorrow.")
In the heart of the dark pages, where I opened the book, I felt as if the boundary between reality and nightmare had vanished. A strange creature was depicted, recorded by the cursed book on its second page. It was a massive entity, its body composed of black, poisoned flesh masses with dark yellow lines, as if burning from within with an ethereal flame.
Its glowing red eyes were scattered irregularly across its body, staring in all directions at once, as if seeing dimensions beyond human comprehension. It did not have one mouth, but several, emerging randomly from its body. Some whispered in a lost language, while others screamed with an echo that did not belong to this world.
I was utterly terrified and did not know what to do, but my love for mysteries told me that I was close to discovering something important about this island.
Under the page, the name of the entity was, as usual, in a language I did not understand. But above it, in another language I recognized, was written: "The Ruler's Name."
**ኔዜሪላንድ**
("Netherlands")
The name of these terrifying entities was "The Red Moon Entities." They caused me a strange tension, especially since it coincidentally happened to be a red moon tonight. I felt as if the entity was watching me. It was also written that this book was not meant to be found on Earth, and that whoever brought it here was cursed forever. It also stated that if the reader was capable of understanding the Gothic book Necronomicon they would gain the power of this Grimoire and surpass all of humanity. They would obtain a great and terrifying power. The book would bring about the end of the user's world as a relative of the book, causing destruction and harm to everything. Due to the dangers of this book, it was sealed in the most mana-rich island in the universe. It is unknown who sealed it. It was also written on another page that within this book lies a wandering spirit that sows madness in the mind of anyone who dares to control it.
Suddenly, without warning, as I was searching for another monster, the book leaped onto my face, and the ground turned into utter darkness. The book plunged me into the void once again.
Honestly, I did not believe that I would return to that black hell again. The moonlight, even in the void, refused to separate us. The goddamn bloody moonlight"s.
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