Doom: Sky Crying Fire: Doom: Sky Crying Fire, #1

By Aaron Grafton

Follow (or don't follow) along as the thirteen hour clock strikes past midnight and all the world becomes...  theirs.  They are in your conscience, your direst nightmares, and most of all... your dreams.  Who will win this heart pounding race to the end?  Read the prophecy left behind to find out.  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aaron Grafton
• Release date: Jun 11, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227926593

Book preview

Chapter 1: The Brim

And the world was agony.  The flame retardant spray whirled on and about, wielded by a stocky man in a hazmat suit reminiscent of ghostbusters.  The flame itself decayed into nothing.  Beneath the Earth’s mantle was its molten meal-win; the beginnings of soil and lava blisters that rose and cooled to obsidian.  Flame to ash.

Lava to obsidian.  Brimstone was so known.  Nine-pence, for that was his name, felt no compassion for the fools the surface over who he’d suffer for their ignorance.  It is known.  They are known.  Time waits for no man.  Death is no exception.

Nine-pence gorged himself daily on the screams of the innocent, and picked the bones dry when their spirits broke open. 

It was easy work.  They’d hatched it long ago, and demons suffer no fools to pass.  Stupor and its furor.  Stupidity to fury.  Fury rises, bubbling like a welt.  Nine-pence smiled wickedly, concealed behind the hazmat’s face mask.  It is over.

They’d burn heaven to its rotten core.  The prophecy foretold spreading seas, but nine-pence gritted his teeth at the thought. 

No.  If the seas is to spread, it’ll be on my terms.  It’d be a terror, a deception, a story, an education.  No one saw it coming.  No one.  The sea’s floor’d crack open and foam up, the pressure itself encompassed by pure heat.  The ocean floor’ burst open and hell itself would overwhelm the most powerful force mankind’d ever seen.  The split would burst the very floor of the Earth to source and foam its way onto the landmasses until nothing was left except flames... flames.. flames... from every direction.

Nine-pence was sickened by them.  They’d die in their cribs, flayed wide and burned deep.  The sermon on the mount gave 10 instructs, all