A little short story i wrote for a school competition. Decided to get your guys thoughts on it b4 submitting!!
Tw: based on religion, mentions of blood, mentions of slight gore
The Unveiling of Wrath
In the blink of an eye, the faithful were gone. Beds lay empty. Cars crashed without drivers, metal screaming in chaos. Planes fell from the sky, silent, like stones. Mothers screamed as infants vanished from their arms, filling the void with terror. Millions wiped out in an instant. Confusion ignited panic, and that panic grew into terror. The Restrainer was lifted, shattering any semblance of control. The gates of Hell creaked open.
The seals broke apart.
A white horse surged forward, bringing conquest with its taut bow. Then came a red horse, wielding war's great sword; peace was slain as men slaughtered each other without mercy. Next was the black horse, with famine's scales, where a day's wage could only buy a measure of wheat, leaving scraps of barley for the poor while the rich hoarded oil and wine. Following them was the pale horse, ridden by Death itself, with Hades close behind. A quarter of the earth was ravaged by sword, hunger, plague, and wild beasts. Blood drenched the soil, with the stench of decay thick in the air.
The heavens recoiled. A mighty earthquake split the ground. The sun turned black like mourning cloth. The moon bled red. Stars fell like unripe figs in a storm. The sky rolled back like a scroll ripped by unseen hands. Mountains and islands fled their places. Kings, captains, the wealthy, the powerful, slaves and the free all cowered in caves and under rocks, crying out, "Fall on us! Hide us from the face of Him on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb! For the great day of His wrath has come and who can stand?"
An eagle called out woe across the darkened sky: "Woe, woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth!"
Trumpets sounded.
Hail and fire mixed with blood scorched a third of the trees, grass, and all living things. A burning mountain fell into the sea, turning a third of it to blood, killing creatures and shattering ships. Wormwood rained down, poisoning the waters; many died after drinking the deadly brew.
Smoke billowed from the abyss like a massive furnace, darkening both sun and air. Locusts swarmed, demonic creatures crowned in gold, their armor like iron, faces twisted in malice, hair flowing like women's, and teeth gnashing like lions'. Their wings roared like chariots rushing into battle; their tails were like scorpions, ready to sting. They tormented the unsealed for five months, causing agony like fire under the skin veins swollen, flesh burning, screams reverberating. Men clawed at their faces, longing for death to come, but death evaded them. Sulfur filled the air, choking every breath; the stench of scorched skin was unbearable. Still, they refused to repent of their murders, sorceries, fornication, and thefts clinging to demons and lifeless idols made of gold, silver, brass, stone, wood that could neither see, hear, nor walk.
Four angels were released at the Euphrates, unleashing two hundred million horsemen. These horses breathed fire, smoke, and brimstone from their lion like mouths, their tails like serpents that struck. A third of humanity was slain rivers of blood flowed, sulfuric clouds loomed, and screams were drowned by thunder. Yet the survivors blasphemed God, refusing to repent, their hearts hardened amidst the devastation.
The beast rose from the sea seven heads, ten crowned horns, and blasphemies everywhere. It was a mix of leopard, bear, and lion, with a healed wounding that astonished the world. It had power for forty two months to blaspheme, wage war on the saints, and conquer everything in sight. A false prophet, breathing fire, deceived many with signs and enforced a mark without it, no one could buy or sell. Worship the image or face fiery death.
Bowls of unmingled wrath were poured.
Sores loathsome and malignant erupted on those marked, festering and oozing, flesh rotting while alive, with no soothing balm. Seas and rivers turned to blood, every creature perished. The sun scorched men with fire; they blasphemed but refused to repent. Darkness gripped the beast’s kingdom so thick it was tangible men gnawed their tongues in agony, pain unbearable. The Euphrates dried up for the kings of the east. Demons, like frogs, gathered armies for Armageddon.
The great city split into three, nations fell, islands vanished, and mountains disappeared. Hailstones, each weighing like a talent, crashed down, shattering bones and stone. Men blasphemed because of the hail, which was exceedingly great. Yet they did not repent.
Heaven opened. The Faithful and True rode forth eyes like flames, robe dipped in blood, many crowns adorning their heads. Armies followed in fine white linen. A sword from His mouth struck the nations down; with a rod of iron, He ruled. He tread the winepress of fierce wrath. Blood flowed from the press, deep as horses’ bridles, sixteen hundred furlongs long. A crimson tide drowned cities, soaked fields, and rose to heaven’s nostrils.
The beast and the false prophet were seized and thrown alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone. The remnant was killed by the sword; scavenging birds feasted on their flesh.
After a thousand years, Satan was released, fire rained down from heaven and consumed them. The devil was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone tormented day and night forever.
A great white throne appeared. Earth and heaven fled away. The dead, both small and great, stood. Books were opened, including the Book of Life. They were judged by their works. Death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire the second death. Anyone not found in the Book of Life was hurled in as well.
Outer darkness. Weeping. Gnashing of teeth. Unquenchable fire. Eternal burning, sulfur choking, endless agony. Separation from the Lord’s presence forever.
Hell, once unleashed in fury upon the earth, is now sealed eternally in torment. The former things have passed away. The Unveiling of Wrath
