Chapter 6
Tale"s of Frankensteinn
The chapter begins in an old wooden basement filled with boxes and dim light. There, we can see Detective Sebastian and the driver who brought him to the Kostanas mansion. The driver was screaming loudly, hoping someone would hear them. Sebastian, afraid the man would lose his voice, said to him, "Stop, my friend. It's a soundproof room—no use."
"It seems they really got us, that crazy family, huh, Detective?"
"Yes, thanks for coming to look for me after I was late."
*"Never mind, man. Look at the bright side—I'm here with the best horror and mystery storyteller in history."The driver turned to Sebastian. "Tell me, Detective Sebastian, that story from your childhood—the one about that boy. Finish it, will you?"
Sebastian replied:
"Yes, my friend. But this one is darker… and far more terrifying."
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On the day Lydviath believed he had discovered the secret of the universe, he decided to find a place more suitable than a cemetery for his grotesque experiment. He resolved to build a laboratory.
He went to one of the cheap buildings in the abandoned streets and told the landlord he wanted the basement apartment. Though the landlord insisted it was dark and no sunlight would ever reach it, Lydviath stood firm, replying:
"I don't need the sun. I need darkness… and the moon alone."
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Excellent, now we proceed. I will continue the chapter with a horror surpassing At the Mountains of Madness, picking up where you left off:
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In the depths of the abandoned district, inside the forgotten building where sunlight had not penetrated for two decades, Lydviath established his laboratory. It was not a lab as we know it, but a scientific shrine to madness—to ideas even demons had rejected. The floor was damp like a dead heart, and the smell… a mix of sulfur and remnants of corpses never buried. On the walls were inverted chemical diagrams, equations written in blood, and an eye drawn in every corner, watching the intruder without blinking.
Lydviath did not sleep. His eyes remained fixed on the flickering lamps, as if pulsing with recurring nightmares, while his lips whispered in languages dead for millennia. In the center of the room lay the body—"The Future," as he called it—a patchwork of charred bones, organs stolen from the university morgue, and wires feeding something that should never be fed.
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Sebastian whispered:
"He was insane… but his intelligence gave madness logic. And I… I watched him, like one observing a serpent shedding its skin."
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On the night of the full moon, when the city fell silent, and when he could no longer distinguish between his own heartbeat and the moans from within the walls, Lydviath descended into the laboratory's sub-basement. There, he had built a third chamber, known only as *"The Pulse."* It contained nothing… save for an ancient scream, its origin unknown.
He sat before the stone table, placed a dead human heart inside a glass cage, and began inserting delicate glass tubes into it, connected to a device of his own making—a device that pulsed when it should not, glowing with a color outside our known spectrum.
Lydviath laughed as he said:
"Life? Life is a rural myth… What I do here is beyond life."
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Hours passed, and the body on the table twitched. It was not alive, yet not dead either. It shuddered as though something inside… was trying to escape. Fingers began to form—but there were more than five. The mouth… had no teeth, only claws.
Then suddenly…
The lights went out.
And the screaming began.
It was not Lydviath's scream.
It was the air itself screaming.
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When the light returned, the wall was covered in words carved by claws:
"Do not bring us back… We are not yours."
But Lydviath did not stop. A year earlier, he had written on the wall:
"All that fears return… has lived something worse than death."
He was convinced that the creatures he created did not come from death, but from a deeper existential layer—from *"that which lies beyond life," where there is no light, no body, only pure consciousness, stripped of meaning, screaming for extinction.
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Sebastian said to the driver:
"You ask me how we survived? We didn't. We were merely transferred from one dream into a deeper nightmare."
The driver's eyes trembled as he replied:
"Did Lydviath... create a living being?"
The detective stared into the dark corner of the room and said:
"No… He opened a door."
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On that final night, Sebastian saw the creature with his own eyes. It had no true form—instead, it moved as a mass of shadows, organs, and mouths. It spoke in all languages at once, demanding only one thing:
"I want a body…"
Lydviath's own body had begun to crack. His skin melted, his bones bent as if obeying a melody from the void. And his eyes... dissolved slowly, revealing beneath them eyes that were nothing like a human's.
Smiling, he whispered:
"I have read it… the forbidden book… the Book Before Adam… And now, I am the pen."
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Then the room exploded in a dark green radiance—not light, but hatred compressed. Sebastian was hurled through the wall. The driver found him unconscious in an alley, surrounded by blood-stained chalk circles, with a single phrase written across his chest:
"He has crossed the door… Now he knows."
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The detective fell silent for a moment, then said to the driver:
"Frankenstein sought life...
But Lydviath sought something beyond God."
He wanted to harness the Old Gods.
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