A man and a wolf walk into a bar

An old man wanders into a greasy tavern looking for a drink to quench his compulsion. He attempts to open the door, but his mind has been wrecked by the decades of abuse. The old mans’ hands do not have the strength to grip the cold metal of the golden knob on the door. He turns and turns but the stubborn knob only swings back. He takes a deep breath; not to be outdone by a cheap faux gold knob, he grips the knob with the strength of an aging Hercules and successfully opens the heavy door.

The warm yellow light is home for him. The dingy barroom his kingdom. He is a lord here. Out in the world he may be seen as a drunkard but here, no one can outdrink the geezer. He takes a seat at the corner of the bar and orders a bottle of whiskey. The barman places the whiskey bottle in front of the old man. He says to him, “drink up.”

The old man pours the amber gold whiskey in his glass. Right up to the brim. His strength returns to him when the occasion calls for drink. He stares down the glass of whiskey. Unpleasant memories return to him. He gulps it whole like a man dying of thirst gobbling gallons full of water.

He feels a strange sensation move about his body.

The world goes black…

He awakens right where he was.

The old man looks around and the bar is empty. He wonders where everyone has gone. The barman, the patrons, the harlots, the destitute, the ones trying to forget their lives. All vanished in a split second of darkness. He eases his mind of the peculiar circumstances and goes back to pouring himself a new drink.

As he puts the bottle on the old scratched up wooden top, he hears the door slam open behind him. The bang startles him. The bottle has shatters into amber oceans and crystals.

He turns around at a prehistoric pace and sees a large wolf sitting between the opening. The visage terrifies him.

He screams but cannot muster much with the worn-out bags in his chest.

The wolf is of a massive size, its pelt dark like the blackest nights, shining fangs so large they droop from its mouth, and red eyes staring into the old man’s soul.

The wolf speaks, “you have died. I am here to take you to the depths.”

The old man gasps for air out of fear.

He blubbers, “no I’ve not. I can’t be. Please no this, this can’t. I promised I would stop. I need time. Yes, more time I need it, I need it and I’ll be better.”

The wolf points to something to the left of the old man on the ground with its pointy snout.

The old man gazes in that direction. He sees himself slumped on the ground. His arm broken and twisted backwards because of the impact of hitting the ground, his bottom raised in the air, his jaw drooling a mixture of saliva, foam, and whiskey, the lens of his glasses shattered and lodged in his right eye. Witnessing his less than pleasant demise causes him to gag. His tears and wailing become more pronounced.

The death wolf inches his way towards the crying man. He moves gracefully.

The old man notices the wolf walking towards him. He falls to the ground, pointing at the mysterious wolf. Screams at it in a feeble attempt to make it leave. This does nothing, the wolf moves closer and closer.

The death wolf now inches from the crying man. Death wolf growls. The sound of a loud low grumble emanates from the wolf. He bites down hard on the crying mans neck. The screams and crying shift to wheezing and struggling.

The old man feels a terrible pain. The knives of the wolf have penetrated the skin deep. The old man feels everything. He tries to scream from the pain, but his windpipe has collapsed under the pressure. His lungs have started to burn because of the lack of air. He begs for death to end his suffering. Something that he has already managed to achieve.

The death wolf drags him to a dark abyss with a terrible reddish orange glow at the end of it. Sounds of screams and wails are at that end.

The old man tries anything he can to release himself from the jaws of the giant wolf. He tries punching it in the face. This accomplishes nothing other than the wolf biting down harder and completely collapsing the old man’s entire neck. He goes limp like a dead body. The wolf was showing him mercy previously. The old man sees the terrible ending getting closer. With each step he can feel the immense heat of his final resting place. He is being fed with his deeds as one last punishment before his eternal suffering. Visions of beating his children, his wife, being a thorn to everyone around him. stealing, lying, hurting to feed his addictions. His eyes reflect the coming flames. He still asks for another chance, but no one listens. He wants to change the past. It is too late for that.

The death wolf reaches the edge. He stares into the chasm below. The crying man’s flesh and hair already burning away from the heat. He throws the old crying man into the burning chasm below.

The old man falls with high velocity. As he falls, the heat from the flames start burning more of him away till he is nothing but a crispy blackened body falling from the sky like a turd. After hours of falling, he has finally been consumed by the eternal flame. Nothing but a skeleton is left. He will feel the endless burning till the end of time.