The Night of the Damned

The night was murky, spent in a city where the past and the present devoured weapons, in an old mansion on the edge of the Forest, four Gómez people gathered for dinner in a peculiar way. Their innocence, their peculiarity, is unknown, but it was not their own injury but a sentence handed down from the depths of the same Abyss where sin becomes flesh and flesh becomes alive to sin, it has been so much and so serious that the cunning and calculating devil had decided to invite these people from the living world to that dinner, why we will see later.

The rain succumbed above all to that mansion, the table was set with exquisite dishes, each one, with his irony, whether it was his own fault, sat in front of them, each in his corresponding chair. The affliction of that evening was a figure wrapped in shadows, that are like a burning base and a macabre smile that covers the others.

The graffiti and where the house of this mansion only said whispering, that it was the devil's minister within that same one without knowing the rest and only with a high-pitched, and pleasant voice he said, the dinner served to you, let's eat everything, the condemned don't usually have the privilege of feasting before the fall of an empire or their own reign. The men looked at their plates with distrust, the first, a corrupt merchant who had accumulated wealth at the expense of the poverty of others, had before him a mountain of molten gold shining completely over his eyes, trembling, he touched it with his fingertips and the pain pierced his skin, which immediately burned, and his stifled cry was lost in the air.

The second was that he had sold justice to the lowest bidder and saw that there was no justice for others, His plate was pre-prepared, a sentence written in blood and each word throbbed as if it had a life of its own, on the served plate, when he tried to look more closely, the letters began to crawl over his skin, tattooing everything written on his own flesh parchment with the names of the innocent he had condemned.

The third was a remorseless killer who had a feast of juicy red meat, he ate it hungrily, not thinking that it would hurt until he heard the murmurs, faint voices emerging from a plate. He looked up close, terror paralyzed him. They were the faces of those who had killed a living person in death, had suffered in their own skin, and his face was erased from the fear he didn't have.

The fourth was a seducer who had destroyed hearts for pleasure, regardless of the feelings of the alien, of the incorruptible, of pure Love stolen from women, but this one preferred to drink a glass of rosé wine. But it was too late because blood ran from his mouth after drinking wine, and willingly shedding all the tears he had caused by stealing hearts.

At the end of dinner, the devil rose, satisfied, the journey of fire is eternal, it all begins behind me, follow me, the flames leap around the men, pumping in a fiery dance. The Mansion disappeared, the darkness and the night continued, the rain fell indifferently upon the city, and no one noticed the punishment of these people who devastated suffering upon that city, where you always have to be careful of fish because darkness and destiny, can sometimes prevent us from doing what we should not do to other people and the world.