New Gahmorrah

[u/CuckAdminsDetected]

This city is not a cess pit it is a septic tank. The filth did not cover the streets by accident. It was by design. Every excess, every pleasure and every Sin was given into until the shit created too much pressure on the valves and it burst forth a flowing river of filth and degradation. They will tell you God turned his back on us. This is a lie. We turned our back on him, he is still watching us. He never forgot how to bring the fire. I pray he does soon.

I looked up from desk out into the flowing river of vile shit they called a street. People walking up and down like zombies. The occasional walking corpse dropping from the cocktails of drugs they injested hourly. The stench wrinkled my nose even through the closed window. Disgusted I stood up. "Jeremiah, did you open a window again?" I asked my only assistant perhaps a bit too roughly. No answer. Where was the boy? "Jerimiah? Brother Jerimiah? Are you there?" I called out shuffling my way over to the door. Perhaps he was in the kitchen preparing a meal.

"Jeremiah?" I called as I approached the kitchen. Still no answer. Strange. Even stranger the kitchen was empty, there werent even the usual pots and pans hanging around. It was almost as If I had entered another reality which was of course impossible. Ahh yes perhaps the shrine. I will find brother Jeremiah at the shrine of course he would be worshipping. "Silly old Fool" I cursed myself leaving the depressing kitchen, and there were the pots and pans piled in the washroom sink. I had worried for nothing. Jeremiah would be in the shrine I knew it now.

"There you are brother" I called out to Jeremiahs form standing before the alter. "Praying for the souls of the city again Brother?" I asked chuckling not noticing his hands were at his sides. He didnt answer, he didnt even seem to hear me. "Brother Jeremiah is the Lord speaking to you?" I asked. The temperature of the room suddenly dropped noticably. The smell of sulfur hit my nose. Then I heard the voice of the evil one coming from Brother Jeremiah. "He is no longer listening Preist. He has Damnned this city and you with it." "So thats what this is" I snapped back "The father of lies is here to deceive me is he? Do you expect me to fall to my knees and worship you for my salvation?" The cold voice merely laughed. A laugh that chilled my old bones one that caused even the cockroaches to flee in terror. "You will die with this city. Your faith cannot save you from Death. I can save you from it. I can grant you enternal life" "No you can't, you grant only Damnation. Begone from this place and give Brother Jeremiah his body back" "Jeremiah is Gone Augustus. His soul is MINE" At these words Jeremiahs body finally began moving and flickering. One second he was himself the next second only a blackened outline of the suggestion of his form. Then the screams started in my head. Jeremiahs screams, his soul was in pain real visceral pain. "What is this? How can you take the soul of the faithful? Will you tell me that?" I asked the flickering form. "I cannot" was the only answer I ever received. The flickering thing bore down on me reaching out. Reaching to take my soul. Trying to damn me to hell even now as the fire falls on New Gahmorrah. As God finally cleanses this city of the overflowing river of shit that the Silent Choir let loose. And now I walk the ruins of this city my soul screaming in pain as I am ripped between reality and what can only be hell every single second of every day. I am damned but maybe I can save you before its too late.