The Dark Verse Episode 67, The Summit And The Sacrifice, is available for download at The Dark Verse, on iTunes, or at the Zune Marketplace.
This story is based off of Johnny Figura’s entry in The Dreadful Inspirator contest from last October. His entry:
(A) A strange creature, being, or person – Nyarlathotep
(B) A strange setting (on earth or elsewhere) – The top of a mountain, with a sacrifical altar, similiar to the one in The Dunwich Horror
(C) A strange occurrence (can be random, minuscule, or monumental) – Making a deal with a human
Here’s how it opens:
I found the perfect summit to erect the altar for my sacrifice. It was sunken down in a valley surrounded by mountains of tremendous size. Instead of aiding in the formation of the valley, this mountain housing the summit I eyed stood independent within the valley, standing against erosion of age old time — an oddity of nature. As I stared at this gem of existence, my heart raced with gladness. I knew there was no better place to proclaim and exalt the One Whom I Followed.
I had walked hundreds of miles in search of such a destination — miles covered by the scourge of rock, plant, and tree. Not a single civilization was remotely nearby; there were not even wandering nomads, and so certainly there were no roads, paths, or trails. My journey was dominated by coarse, seemingly impassable terrain. And all through this traveling, I carried with me an immense prisoner wrapped in a thick tarp tethered to my back that writhed in such ways that sent ripples of exhaustion through my limbs. It longed to kill me even in its capture, and it often came close. Every time I propped open its immurement of tarp to pour it water or feed it food, I cringed terribly at this thing that laded me; it only avoided death by the facet of my purpose.
Listen to the rest: Dark Verse 67
