The sound was monotonous and airy and scratched my ears painfully. I immediately clothed myself and searched for the source. Unfortunately, my investigations were stalled due to a coincidental power outage in the building, forcing me to use only my eyes to see, as I could not find a flashlight. After searching the entire house, I concluded that the source was in the basement. The sound had now tightened to a low drawl, and I nearly had to cover my ears from the strain. I lowered myself into the basement, step by step, with the sound ever increasing with my progressive movements. Eventually, I reached the basement floor, and what beheld me there was truly and purely majestic in every way: it was limbless and headless, and had an acutely bulbous body, with many eyes and many teeth erected from it at every angle.
It was truly a beautiful being.
I quickly bowed my head and revealed my name, not daring to go against its wishes. In return, the being of beauty revealed its name: Hyten.
I advanced in worship and configured many devices to accommodate Hyten and to instill upon Him comfort.
For many a day, I toiled and bled, and upon the tenth day, I had succeeded in establishing an altar for Hyten’s divine presence.
The altar was filled with jewels and blinding lights and was spaced perfectly for the presence of Hyten to be felt in its entirety.
On that day, a friend of mine named Falet visited my abode. I questioned him on his intentions, and he claimed he merely yearned for bread and water, since he had recently lost all of his finances.
I had a grand idea.
I told him I had an answer to his qualms and led him to the basement where the altar stood.
I brought him before Hyten and explained His grand benevolence.
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Falet immediately bowed in worship and joined me in the grand cause.
Together we embraced the spirit of Hyten and expanded the altar.
To showcase the Beauty of Hyten upon our bodies, we bejeweled ourselves and crowned ourselves kings under Hyten’s rule.
On the fifth day after Falet joined the cause, Hyten inscribed upon the main stone of the altar Great Commandments for us to follow:
- Do not yield to conformity
- Do not grace the hands of the dead
- Do not ignore the call of man
- Do not speak ill of the animals
- Bring upon the Great One eternal love
We followed these Commandments graciously and completed them without delay.
We fled from the grasp of conformity and shredded our social skin.
We did not grace the hands of the dead.
We aided many men who called for aid.
We spoke of the glory and greatness of the animals to all who would listen.
We brought upon Hyten, eternal love.
Ten days after our initial fulfillment of the Commandments I realized the great lack of love that Hyten was receiving.
I devised a plan to perish that fact: adding eight more members to the cause. Falet disagreed. He believes that Hyten was receiving his due love from us alone. We argued for an hour until Hyten Himself intervened and claimed my argument to be true. Thus, we went along with my plan, and searched for new members to join the cause.
The members we decided upon were: Henry, Silas, Barry, Hoker, Latten, Sampter, Brian, and Calvin.
They were all close acquaintances of ours and were thus easy to lure; it took us only five days to add them all.
We had enough members at this point to bring upon the Great One eternal love. And yet, as the last member joined, tragedy struck:
Falet, the second king of the cause, brandished a knife and stabbed Hyten in his largest eye.
Hyten screamed and Screeched and flailed and spun, and then finally died.
I roared in fury and retrieved the knife from within Hyten’s eye, and then used it to rid the lives of every other member.
There I stood, surrounded by the bodies of former believers and the sacred vessel of the Great One Hyten.
I felt a pain within my soul and knew my time was ripe.
I stabbed myself in the eye and killed my brain.
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What is this, a journal? It looks sort of old. Huh, what a weird story. Hyten? That's weird, I don't see anything resembling “Hyten” here. Only the bodies of a bunch of weirdly dressed people around an altar-looking thing. Huh. I guess this must have been some kind of cult or something that believed in some sort of weird god that didn't actually exist. Huh. That's cool. Well, I better leave this for the police to handle. I wonder if they will be angry that I wrote in this thing. Oh well.