Hate the Sin: A Brutal Lovecraftian Horror Novel Set in Liberia by Artyom Dereschuk

Author:Artyom Dereschuk [Dereschuk, Artyom]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Homewrecker

Throughout all of their trip, they remained silent. It wasn't that Homewrecker didn't have anything to say (he was practically screaming on the inside that what they were doing was madness), but he decided to do his best not to show his feelings. Judging by the serious mugs around him, he wasn't the only one who was going through the same thought process: everybody was on edge. Whenever somebody spoke, the others hushed him, and started turning their heads, trying not to lose even an inch of ground to a possible threat.

Deep inside, Homewrecker felt some sort of bizarre, repulsive respect growing for the General; the man was not only the only one brave enough to come up with such a daring solution, he had enough strength of character to lead their entire brigade as well. The boy was sure that none of the soldiers would follow anyone else, even if that person could also lift their curse, nor would they risk such a daring plan had they been able to do it themselves.

He still couldn’t expunge from his head the eerie suspicion that the man didn’t really know what he was doing. But then again, that was how the man operated—he would always meet a problem head-on and then try to improvise the solution. Perhaps he thought that he knew how to break the curse—if there really was one—but how? What methods from his time as a shaman of his tribe could aid him?

The man’s words from the previous night suddenly sprang up in his mind: “…nothing in this world is achieved without a sacrifice.”

Just you try, he thought, squeezing his gun. You better not do what I think you’ll do. I will not go down easily.

Some soldiers were travelling in the trucks—the General personally selected the best shots to provide them with an elevated position so that they could see everything around the brigade. The rest of the grunts were travelling on foot—same as the boys. Even Tsetse, who was considered to be the best shooter—not just among the children, but in the entire brigade—was walking on his own two feet. In the brigade, there was nothing more important than status.

After a few hours of walking, they finally reached the abandoned mining facility, located on the side of the hill, with a narrow chasm splitting it in two. Homewrecker didn't know for sure, but he made a guess that the entrance to the Underworld was in one of the mines.

The mining facility was in a sorry state: the rusty fences, rickety buildings made out of wood, and glass windows so dusty that you couldn't see through them showed that it was abandoned long ago. The hill was dotted in mine entrances half covered in rubble and lined up with dusty roads weaving to and from them, and small hills of excavated ground that gave the scenery such uneven look had long since slumped under their own weight. Sagged from old age.

It was the same kind of mine where other, larger fighting groups, were excavating diamonds.

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