Eternal Father
Lightning scythed through the cloudy sky, the light reflecting off the millions of droplets as they pelted the briefly illuminated rainforest canopy. A storm cluster had descended upon Lemmi VI's jungles, sending both man and beast scurrying for shelter as the sea-born winds tore at the towering trees and violently ruffled the foliage between them. Further inland was safe from the tempestuous gales, the thick rainforest buffering them from the worst of the storm. Rain cascaded down the slanted rooftops of the lavish estate, dripping off the precipice like a sheet of shimmering glass.
The windows had been shut and latched prior to the storm, the entire house shuttered against the turmoil just outside. Imperceivably, one of the latches on the upper floor windows began to move of its own accord. It flipped over with an audible click, and the two shuttered panes swept open as a gust of wind burst forth into the room. A shadow slowly crept through the open window, the silhouette so resembling that of an outstretched hand began to cover the room.
It gently receded as the door to the chamber burst open, an attendant entering cautiously as they held up one arm against the roaring wind. They reached for the switch that would illuminate the room in soft artificial light, but they found that the activator was unresponsive. Periodic flashes of lightning outside bathed the room in light as the attendant moved towards the open window, quickly grabbing both panes and bringing them together to close. With a sigh of relief, they latched the window shut and tested that it would hold.
"Strange," they mumbled, looking down at the window latch. There were markings on the metal, like someone had drawn streaks of black with charcoal. It almost looked like the claws of an animal raking through fabric, and the metal was painfully cold to the touch. Their fixation on the window prevented them from noticing the door slowly closing behind them, and only when the light from the outside hall had firmly departed did they wheel around suddenly. They expected only darkness to greet them, that which had existed in the room since they arrived.
But staring back at them, half-hidden in the gloom, were a set of piercing red eyes.
They thought to scream, but the effort died in their throat. So paralyzed they were with fear, fear so tight it was like a hand had wrapped around their body and squeezed, that they could only murmur a faint plea as a hand reached out from the darkness. Clawed digits neared, blackened by what appeared to be soot, before its shadow fell across their face.
And they knew no more.