@Letter BeeAs Mikhail turns he would see a guard extend a hand and it would be as thunder drummed through the cavern, all hearing reduced to a sharp ring. The lead boys body would drop. Executed.
Upon turning he would see farther down the tunnel, as the edges Of his vision burned bright, almost electri blue, a cultist would extend a hand towards the desperate girl, a clawed, disguistingly twisted appendage, holding a red and purple crystal on a lengthy string, and she would collapse with an agonized scream.
Mikhails back would be assaulted by one, two, tiny bites- traders that began pumping into him. It was a hot liquid burn, and his feet would falter. On one knee, teeth gritted, and the burning spreading through you, the cultist would approach.
Throwing back his hood you would see no human, but rather a twisted demonic vision, a stretched, split smile, jutting, sharp teeth, and black eyes rimmed in dim red. His skin was mottled, thick as leather, angry and surprised, and he would speak.
"This one." He would say in a multitude of voices, voices from beyond this world, and his hand would lay upon your head. The blue would turn from your vision, a corrupted maroon, purple and swimming with black, brown, and red. You would feel Despair. Everyone might be dead. Everything was Over. You would never see the light of day again.
Minutes, perhaps, would pass, but in the darkness of your unconscious mind, you would know nothing. Swimming with the edge of nightmares, voices, gunshots, and all kind of bloody, carnal darkness, you would awaken with a start.
You are on your knees. A pit lies before you. Runes, images, glyphs, lines are carved into it's sides and they disappear into the darkness whole meters below you. Ahead and in front is some machine, some hulking thing of strange parts and design, bulky and almost moving. Behind you stands the cultist, one hand on your head and the other holding the dark crystal. All around the pit are gathered the other children, similarly put, and directly ahead of you sits Sarah, her eyes closed.
"Now we gather here," speaks the cultist in his multitude, "in this darkest hour, to see the rise of our masters," overhead some kind of skylight would open and a moon would become visible, a supremely sized, ethereal blue, moments from reaching it's apex, "in sacrifice we bind ourselves to our dark lords, that we may serve them in eternal undeath, with ultimate power over ours and every heart," he would speak with greed, with hatred, with fear. It is true then. This was going to happen. These freaks are going to sacrifice you to what- Satan? Cthulu? "These tortured, Miserable souls are gathered here today as witness, as tools in this, the most arcane of rituals!" He would scream up at the ghostly moon, seconds away from the middle of the night sky. "Look upon the darkness- and know your fate!" He would shove your head forward and you would see some movement- was it Sarah? Does she live? You would look toward the pit and feel something. Almost a draft. A pull. Maybe, just maybe, these nuts had accidentally built a way out. Did they have time to inspect it before the escape attempt? Maybe that's the real plan, the pit had been mined, but it was so dark down there, who would know if there had been built some sort of slide or escape hatch?
Looking up, Sarah's head moves, and she stutters awake with almost a scream, caught in her throat with fear. "In this final hour, as the world's become one, we offer you an opportunity that is greater than any of us could ever receive! Sacrifice yourself, give into the darkness, and save the others! Do it! Or watch as one by one their lifeless bodies are thrown into the bottomless pit," he would say it with maniacal glee, almost pushing you too far.
But was it bottomless? What is it that you felt before- the same feeling almost that exists within this strange portal? Was losing anyone worth it? Would some god really come and choose these people, these monsters?
Are you willing to let others die to find out?