His story begun by the moment he registered that he was lying on the floor on his stomach. Feeling like his body was made of lead, he tried to get in contact with his limbs so he could get up. And after a couple of minutes, he managed to crank his body up, his mind, however, was still astray in a bog of his head. It took him a little while to get his mind somewhat clear again so he could process his situation. Very soon he came to conclusion that there was something really wrong with him: he didn't remember who he was or where he was at the moment. There was… nothing. But somehow, it didn't bother him that much. In fact, this felt like an entertaining game. If he played it, a reward would be at hand for sure. So, he started.

He looked around. He was in a corridor of some sort, decorated with paintings that seemed to be expensive, few pieces of small furniture here and there and small quantity of electric lamps offering light to the place, however, the light was rather dim, it was as if they were like dying stars. This gave him an impression that he was in a mansion of some sort. He then looked back of his shoulder, finding only a dark door behind him. Trying to open it, he put his hand on the doorknob, gave it a few tugs and pushes, but it didn't budge. The door felt cold somehow, and he felt like it was keeping him from entering by sheer force of coldness alone. Then an idea came to his mind: what if he had a key? So he searched his pockets, but had to admit defeat. There was nothing in them. Not a single thing. He gazed at the door, wondering if he had come from it since he had found himself in front of it. And if that was so, then this wasn't a beginning to a story – this was a sequel he wasn't familiar with.

Not wasting any more time with the door, he began to walk slowly through the corridor. There was a mirror hanging on the wall at the end of the passage. And as he got closer to it, he noticed what a treasure it was. It had an oval shape and golden frames that were decorated with pearls. But the reflection he saw in it wasn't gorgeous at all. There was a man staring back at him; a man with elegant clothing, but who was complete stranger to him – he didn't recognize this man at all. There were dark bags under his eyes, telling a story of many sleepless nights. But what should probably raise the most concern was the fact that he had blood on his lips like a makeup on whore's face. However, this didn't bother him at all, it actually caught his curiosity. Somehow this made him even more eager to find out about himself and what was going on around here.

When he had managed to get done with familiarizing himself with the man in the mirror, he decided to continue following the corridor. The passage did a sharp turn to the right, so he had no other option but to go that way. Along the way few doors were offered, but he had a hunch that he wouldn't find anything worthwhile from them, so he just walked past them. Eventually his feet led him to more open space. Suddenly he had found himself from a vast hallway; there was another corridor on the opposite site of where he currently was, and they both gave out stairs that conjoined little further down, then continuing to descend all the way to the hall as single staircase. Above all this was a magnificent chandelier that shed light to the hall.

And what he saw in that light stunned him for a few seconds.

Countless bodies were scattered on the floor – men, women, children, all of them mutilated and there was so much blood it was like the floor itself was bleeding. Not being able to take his gaze away from this grotesque sight, he slowly descended the stairs. A normal person would have got sickened by this display, but he wasn't normal. In fact, he was enthralled by it. As he made his way all the way down and stepped on the lake of blood, he crouched and dipped his hand in that red nectar of life, then standing up again, staring at his hand and how the blood was dripping from it, fascinated. And he licked it. He liked the flavor of it, however, he got curious how the flesh of these wretches would taste like. He walked to the closest body – a body of a young woman that would have had a whole life ahead of her if the fate hadn't been so cruel to her. She was missing both of her arms and one leg, her torso shredded open. He kneeled down before her damaged corpse, staring at it wondering what had been her story.

And then he dug his hand into her chest. With a force a human shouldn't have, he teared a chunk of flesh out of her, sniffing it. He revealed a row of sharp teeth and sunk them into that red meat, beginning to commit a sin of gluttony. He gourmandized with the piece that had previously belonged to the maiden, and in no time, he had devoured all of it. But he wasn't satisfied. And so, he stole another chunk from her and proceeded to eat it. This deed had actually made him remember something, although just slightly. The taste of the flesh was familiar somehow. He had eaten it in the past.

Only when he had satisfied his appetite, he stood up again and looked at the macabre sight of blood and flesh. What was the story behind these corpses? Was he the cause of death? The bodies didn't seem to be that old. He couldn't possibly be the culprit who had taken all these lives, could he? Without inviting it, a sudden emotion teared through to his heart – if he even had one, that is – and made him feel guilt. But for what? Sure, he had just feasted upon someone's body, but that couldn't be it. She was already dead after all. It's not like he had hurt her. In the end, was that really such a crime? Especially since the flesh was so delicious! It would be a worse crime not to eat that red meat.

Even though he had just filled his stomach, drool was coming out of his mouth as he walked among the carcasses. His destination set to the entrance – a pair of double doors that were filled with decorative engravings – he was like an angel of death as he glided through the field of dead people. When he got to the doors, he placed his hands on the handles and to his surprise, they felt very warm, almost too hot to handle. But he didn't think anything of it and opened the doors.

The outside world was dark. Was it night or was this place just curtained in darkness? He wasn't sure. It was raining and as he took few steps to experience it on his face, it didn't feel as gentle as he had thought. There was no purifying effect he had hoped for, instead, it was burning him like acid, but without doing visible damage. It was like it was washing away his sins. He accepted this and walked further into the piece of land that most likely belonged to him.

There were few lamps offering light in the mysterious darkness. And in that light, he witnessed the resting place of more dead bodies, all of them shredded to pieces just like in the hallway. But other than that, there wasn't enough illumination for him to see what else did this outside world hold. But maybe there wasn't anything, who knows. He hadn't wandered far from the mansion's entrance when his journey was cut short because he came to an iron gate, almost bumping into it because of the absence of light. And behind its bars was a world of emptiness, a void. But despite of this, he tried to get it open. It was locked. It appeared that he wasn't going to go this way.

He turned around – and then he saw it.

A strange red mass of flesh and holes and jaws was pulsating just few meters away from him. It was making disgusting squishing sound and moaned as its shape kept changing, clearly being distressed, having a tortured existence. He didn't know what it was or how it had been able to appear so suddenly, but somehow he felt like that this was an old friend. So he felt no fear as he stared at it. Inch by inch, the creature came closer to him, and when it was so close he could touch it, he spread his arms and welcomed the entity's embrace. He got consumed by it, becoming part of it. And with that, the strange creature started to sink to the ground, soon disappearing from the area completely, taking him with it.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed until the being released him. Surprisingly, it hadn't left him with slimy feeling as it retreated. It let out one more distressed wail before its body melted to the ground, disappearing completely. He was alone again.

But where?

Apparently, he was underground somewhere, currently standing on a narrow stone bridge. Near the walls that were pretty far away, some spectral pale green lights were moving up and down, giving some sort of light to the odd place. They were like souls of the dead, guiding whoever was treading here. Next, he looked behind him, but there was nothing but a wall. He found this to be rather strange; why would there be a bridge that leads nowhere? His only option was to go forward, to a cavern ahead of him. But before he did that, he got to the edge so he could see what could possibly be below. In the pit underneath the bridge was filled with black liquid with some silvery streaks. He had no idea what it could be, but didn't give more attention to it. He began to walk across the bridge.

A cavern devoured him to its dark stomach. There was no light for him. The only option was to just keep walking forward blindly and hope for that there wasn't anything hostile lurking in the darkness. But to avoid some sudden twists and turns, he had placed his hand on the cold jagged stone wall and brushed it as he continued his journey deeper into the cave.

A sudden whiff hit him in the face. It was warm – like someone's breath – but it smelled like rotten meat. And, as he kept wandering, the sickening stench filled the cavern. It caused him to gag a bit. Somewhere ahead of his road he could see some dim light. He would have been grateful for that if certain things weren't bothering him, making him question did he want to pursue the light. He had started to hear moans, resonating within the cavern, shaking his bones. There was something waiting for him, he was sure. Step by step, he could sense its presence growing stronger. He was hesitant, but did he really have choice? There was nowhere else to go. And with that, he mustered something that could be called courage and kept walking forward.

Then he came to the end of the tunnel and at the beginning of luminosity. A breath-taking sight revealed itself to him. He had wandered to a very, very spacious chamber. It seemed like an ancient ruin of some sort. Fallen pillars, still somewhat intact structure that was desperately holding on, tiled paths that now were shattered… This all felt like an enormous corpse, the chamber being its tomb. But what really stole his attention wasn't the decaying construction.

It was the monster that was sitting at the center of all.

And it was gigantic. Its anatomy resembled a human, although deformed and full of blisters, some of them suppurating. It had a huge belly and from this angle, most of its lower body was behind all that fat. It had a head of a pig and its pale, completely green eyes were staring straight at him, almost captivating his gaze. It would to be expected that in this situation one would feel fear. But he didn't. He just felt… empty. The creature let out a scream, sounding just like a pig, and then, something strange happened.

It was almost like the giant had summoned them. Suddenly, the ground got covered in corpses, bloody and torn, just like what he had witnessed before. But there was something odd in these ones. A red aura was lingering over them and what was even more weird, they weren't really anchored to this place; they were fading and then getting materialized again, hopping in and out of existence.

And the pig monster kept staring at him. Judging him. It was like he had been responsible for all these deaths. And maybe he was. He just couldn't remember. He felt like that this giant knew more about his story than he did. It almost felt like the creature had gathered these bodies here to show him that he, in fact, was the real monster here, for taking so many lives just for his selfish gain. And this was the judgement day for him. It didn't matter that he couldn't recall a single thing. What was done, had been done. You can't run away from your sins.

And as he was staring at the pig's eyes, a sudden urge filled him, beginning to guide his hand. It got drawn to his chest and with the same strength he had used before on the poor maiden's body, his hand sunk to his rib cage. He searched for a specific organ, something he had wondered did he even have one. Then he found it and ripped it out. And for a little while, he just stared at it. His heart. It was pulsating leisurely on his grasp. And it was black like coal. Then he opened his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth one more time, and shoved the useless thing to his maw. He did this so hastily and voraciously that he almost didn't chew at all and just swallowed the heart.

Maybe he truly was a monster. Such thoughts crashed his mind after he had eaten a vital organ and was still standing. And he hadn't felt any pain either. He was just… hollow. But he could see something red stream down from the hole he had dug to his chest. It was his blood and surprisingly, it wasn't black. Losing such an excessive amount of it, however, did weaken him. He fell to his knees, his vision starting to blur. His eyes searched for the giant and their gazes met for the last time.

Then he fell to the ground, the laughter of a pig being the last thing he heard before he lost his consciousness.

This was an end to a story that had no beginning.