Monster Of God

White noise. It was all that was ringing in his ears. A long unending pitch rang as he felt the blood drain from his body.

Terror gripped his heart and soul. His instincts were screaming at him to not open the door and run. 

He somehow understood that if he stepped through the door, there would be no turning back. From what, he didn't know. 

He stared at the doorknob. His gaze intensified as he took in all the details. It was a crimson red color.

It appeared old and worn down; it slowly began to brighten up the same way metal heats up. The door's frame was the same as his apartment.

The knob had an intricate pattern. He couldn't discern its meaning, but the symbols glowed hottest. 

The same door he approached countless times. Now elicited nothing but dread and fear. Fear of what lies beyond the door. It felt otherworldly. 

Yet he felt a strange calling. An urge in the back of his mind probed him to step forward and open it.

It was a simple dark grey door with a peephole with no pattern. He felt like the viewer of the peephole was thoroughly examining him. 

Looking down to the ground he noticed a red light coming from the gap between the ground and the door. The red light was almost devoured by the dark void.

Tharwne began hyperventilating. This day has been nothing but uncanny. He just wanted to go home but ever since he waited for his train, he was caught up in something inexplainable.

He wanted nothing more but to run away. Across the seas, across continents, anywhere but here. 

He took a few steps back. He dared not to look away from the door. 

His footsteps echoed as if he were in an enclosed area. It provided the only familiar noise in the unnatural void of silence.

"Step Closer Homunculus"

The same voice commanded him. The words rattled unto Tharwne soul. A primal sense of obedience overcame him. 

He did not recognize the mysterious entity's speech. It was not English or any other recognizable language. Yet he understood what those terrifying words meant.

He now stood closer to the door than before. His body's unflinching obedience took him by surprise and horror.

Sweat beaded down his face as he clenched his fist and released it. 

"What the hell is going on? Where in the hell am I? How did he control my body?!"

Thawrne frantically thought to himself. 

His back felt incredibly cold as he felt a figure manifest itself behind him. Looking back meant certain death.

He felt it loom over him. One wrong move meant certain death. Breathing incorrectly would spell impending doom.

Mustering all his courage his asked the voice. He felt his throat close up as the words escaped his mouth.

"Who are you? What do you mean Homunculus?"

The voice let out a guttural chuckle, it was deep, like the rumble of earthquakes.

"So, you developed an ego... Good. That makes it easier for me."

The figure behind him seemed to get closer. Thawrne's body tensed up like a boulder.

The cold was unbearable. It felt freezing, it devoured whatever light remained, making him shiver.

He felt a hand rest over his shoulder and what little warmth remained was drained from his body.

A deep sorrow spread throughout Thawrne's heart. He felt like something important was severed. A strange and unexplainable detachment loomed over him.

"It's time for you to wake up Homunculus. Your divine purpose is laid out for you."

Thawrne was beyond confused. The voice made no sense. All the past events leading up until now led him to one conclusion.

"W-wake up from what? W-what about my world? Am I dead?"

He hesitantly asked in a low voice as to not anger the unknown entity. The silent seconds seemed to stretch for minutes, and minutes into hours.

The voice began to cackle. As if it heard the most absurd question.

"That 'World' was nothing but a mere Organic Host to create a Homunculus. You. The world you resided in was all a facade I created. I created its development and let it flourish on its own volition."

Thawrne stood in complete shock, his eyes widened to the harrowing realization. He couldn't believe what the voice was saying.

Yet a small part of him in his subconscious accepted that truth. He felt an enigmatic connection the entity. He grit his teeth in anger.

Earth, its people, culture, was all created to manufacture Thawrne? That was a ridiculous claim. All of it felt very real to him. 

He refused to believe this reality. He had a home. He had a mother back at his childhood home. The entity's statement infuriated him.

"You're lying! Thats impossible! This is just a Deathbead Visio-"

Thawrne felt his heart explode in his ears. His vision turned into static. He gripped his head and screamed in agony. 

"GAHHHHH!!! MAKE IT STOP!!"

Thawrne shrieked like a madman. His eyes watered and drool ran down from his chin as he lost control of his body.

He felt his consciousness forcefully split open. Flashes of images was forcefully inserted in his mind. He heard so many voices; some were of his at many stages of his life. 

Others he couldn't tell who it belonged to. They belonged to women, men, children. He heard screams echoing into each other in a cacophony spiraling agony. 

They all flashed so fast that he could only make out brief glimpses.

War. Famine. Bloodshed. Celebrations. Comradery. Dancing. Exploration. Sacrifice. Mourning. Inventions. Betrayal. 

He saw it all. He saw visions of Earth's history from an incalculable number of perspectives. Thawrne experienced humanity's step into modernization. 

He felt as if the anguish, sorrow, and happiness was his own. Thawrnes ego was beginning to shatter and meld into whatever he was experiencing. 

The consciousness of others was forcefully inserted in Thawrnes skull. 

He collapsed to his knees, his body becoming limp. His head hit against the door with a loud thud.

He laid in a fetal position while clutching his hair by the scalp. He wanted nothing more but the visions to leave his shattered mind. 

Thawrne could not tell how long he was in the hellscape. His body experienced extreme seizures as no human mind is mentally capable to deal with this cosmic horror.

Just as fast as they appeared, they disappeared. Leaving Thawrne in silent serene. The uncanny silence now offered comfort after the torture.

"Enough Talk Homunculus. I grow tired of your foolish ramblings. I used up whatever power I could muster. Those sickening Testament Gods left me at a fraction of my power. Stand up."

Thawrne had no willpower to move but his body moved on its own accord. His mind was still in a haze as he stood inches from the door. His throat ached from the constant screaming.

"You... Homunculus, will serve as my Hierophant. Right now, you are a nothing but a buck, weak and fragile."

The voice illicited nothing but fear. It had complete control over his body and can make him experience an unexplainable torture like no other.

"You would be hunted down to the edges of this world if they find out I created an abomination. So, I will manifest you in the deepest pit of Besad's Abyss. Now open the Door."

Thawrne's right hand raised itself on its own and firmly gripped the searing hot doorknob. 

He could no longer scream, only letting out groans and weak whimpers. His hand trembled as the doorknob's engravings etched themselves into Thawrn'es skin. In one swift motion Thawrne opened the apartment door.

His weak legs gave out and he collapsed forwards. There was nothing beyond the door. Losing consciousness, the last thing he felt was the sensation of falling. 

The Entity's final message echoed in Thawrne's ears. 

"Devour this polluted world Homunculus. It reeks of followers of false Gods. Restore my icons and bring forth a New Era..."