In the crypt of where the Lord of Affliction was sealed. Many guards were laying on the floor, bloody and some were headless. Heads displayed on the front door being hanged in a tree.

A pool of blood was what painted the floor and some were sprayed on the walls of the crypt.

In the depts of the crypt, lay the place where the Lord of Affliction was sealed.

Many red-robed cultists were scouring the place and many villagers were being dragged inside.

They soon find out where the place where they were finding and saw that the seal was in the deepest parts of the crypt.

They saw that the sealing method of the past heroes was by the way of giving their lives to seal the Lord of Affliction. Turning themselves to stones while guarding eternally the crypt. .

Even though they sacrificed their lives, the crypt was finally liberated by the cultist.

Preparing for unsealing the seal, they started to make preparations to unseal the Lord of Affliction by sacrificing innocent lives.

Torches were burning in the walls and the heroes’ statues were what was on the door. Guarding it with their bodies made of stones.

They desecrated the statues by pouring blood on them and made them horrifying to look at. Chanting devil’s language while pouring the blood of their victims.

They will become unpetrified when they started unsealing the door but by pouring out the blood at them, they will not be awakened.

In the dark foreboding night, stood a man in the altar with symbols made of blood.

A star-shaped made of blood painted the floor and blood scattered on the floor of the dungeon.

Red robed cultists stood at the back and held the villager’s captives. Tied in their arms and blindfolded with cloth on their eyes. Some were struggling and some were crying. Kids were also not spared in their bindings.

There was a door sealed with runes but it was replaced with the markings of the beast. A goat head was painted in the seal and a bowl of blood was in its foothold.

They were chanting unutterable sounds that were the language of the devils. The head priest was on the sacrificial altar and was holding his sacrificial dagger.

Markings of the devil language were in its blade and were glowing in red.

“Bring me the child, ” He said in a low voice but pitchy. Lending his hand to his followers.

He immediately heard a scream coming from his parents. They were aggrieved after they heard him said those lines.

“Don’t do that! Spare the child! Let me be sacrificed instead!” Shouted the father.

“Please not my child! She was still five!” Her mother shouted with tears flowing in her eyes.

The Cult priest shushed them and smiled. He approached them and lifted their heads by touching their chin.

“That was your child? Don’t worry, no will be spared. So was you! Hahaha! So shut up and watch her in her last moments,” The priest leader said to them then he went to the altar.

He went to tie the child on the altar they made and they started their chant again.

The parents bellowed with all they got but the leader was deaf to their scream.

“Mama, I am scared!” She said pitifully.

The leader then inhaled great amounts of air and was like in a trance. Seemingly closing his eyes and opened wide his arms while holding the ceremonial knife in his hands.

“By the blood of the innocent, he will be revived! By the blood of the innocent, he will rise! By the blood of the innocent, he will be unsealed! Calling forth your name! Lord of Affliction! Dulan!”

The priest leader shouted and the seal pulsated. Stabbing the girl in the womb and her blood floated in the air. Went to the seal and corroded it with her blood.

They all went louder in their chant and the others were screaming. Other cultists were crying and some were rolling in the ground. Some were having an epileptic stroke while on the floor. Shaking their bodies like being possessed.

The seal weakened and was corroded with the blood. Making the door open. Stopping the flow of the air and all were bathed in his presence. They can’t breathe in the process and their bodies were shuddering.

From there appeared the demon they were waiting for for so long. Skin was leathery and balck. The horns of a bull were in his head and his spine was protruding thorns. His head was of a dragon and his tail was of a snake.

He exited the door and screamed like a tyrant.

He was so tall that his head was on the ceiling of the crypt but he reverted into a form of a human.

“Free at last! Hahaha!” He gasped air while laughing.

All the cultist dropped their knees and hailed his name.

“Dulan! Dulan! Dulan! Dulan!” They were chanting his name out loud and this pleased him.

After kneeling, the villagers were all slaughtered as an offering to him. Making their blood offered in a bowl.

He gladly drank their blood as he was so thirsty from his thousand years of slumber.

Emptying the bowl of blood in just seconds.

“I am going to spread first the evil seeds in these lands. And also to free my brothers from their captivity. I will all reward you as a gift for setting me free. All of you will become stronger as you will turn into demons at your own will. Now is the time to give you these powers as I see you all fit for the power I will bestow you. Now gather more followers and free my other brothers. I will not wait for long!” He shouted at them.

Soon after, they were bathed with red miasma coming for Dulan. They felt power cursing from their veins and others were laughing hysterically like the first time in their lives.

“Now, I will make this place a place of evil. I summon you all! Come from Demon world and rise!” Dulan shouted at them.

Soon cracks were opened from the floor and the demons all crawled from the cracks. Cracking the floor towards the walls and they all crawled out from it. Making the crypt full of monsters and devils alike.