I ascend further and further. How deep do these damned stairs go? Do they end in hell or what? The chanting accompanies my way downwards. There are two possibilities of what awaits me at the end of these forsaken steps. Either a satanic cult or a concert of the band Ghost. Now that I am thinking of it, it could as well be both at once. The black mist would apply to either. I cannot see anything with that stuff everywhere. It is some kind of wonder I am still walking instead of falling down.

Does every Mall have a cellar like this?
Finally! I arrive at some kind of balcony overlooking a church of some sort. No. Not a church. It does have an altar and crosses, but they do not seem very christian. More like satanic. Taking a closer look, these are no actual crosses but the other way round. Man... I really hoped for a concert.

But I guess the cultists are not so bad either. They are standing in a half circle around the altar, behind which is another one who seems to be the master. All are wearing black robes and silver masks to cover their faces. Not very original if you ask me. Every cult wears some kind of mask. Even though every single one thinks they are special for doing so. Anyhow, they proceed with their chant. The hall is very empty except for the thousands of candles standing on prickets spread throughout the entire room, making it extremely well lit. Behind the altar a big window arises, it has got to be about metres tall. It depicts a fiery world, a dark figure in the centre. I guess it is Satan destroying the world or something comparable. On the left and the right of the window are one stone throne each. One for Satan, but the other one?
The master cultist points at me. Shit. I suppose I should run, eh? I try to find the stairs I came down but there is none. Only a way towards the robe wearing satanists. I guess I am a sacrifice for Satan now.
"GHULAE!"
The master yells. Ghuleh is another Ghost song. How original. Very creative.
"THE GODDESS OF THE UNDEAD! SATAN'S QUEEN! SHE HAS ARISEN!"
What. I just stand there, staring at the black robes approaching me. They build up their little half circle beneath the balcony I am standing on.
"WE PRAISE YOU, GHULAE!"
They only scream, do they? Are they unable to talk like normal human beings? Why are they bowing before me? And who the heck is Ghulae? I am not her, that is for sure.
I do not move. The robes get on their knees. I guess they really believe they just summoned me. Great. Now what? I am no goddess of the undead or Satan's queen.
The master cultist creeps up the steps and bows before me. He extends his left hand.
"MAY I GUIDE YOU TO YOUR THRONE, MY GODDESS?"
He really only screams. I nod slowly and hesitantly put my hand on his. He escorts me to the throne on the right. I ascend the stairs to the stone chair. When I see the backrest I stop. It is a portrait of Ghulae. She looks just like me. The same cheekbones, the same angry look in the eyes. She is me. I am her. Is that even possible?
I turn around and sit down. This is too crazy to be true. The cultists kneel before my throne.
They stay that way for a good ten to twenty seconds. Then one stands up.
"FOLLOW ME, MY GODDESS. I SHALL GUIDE YOU TO YOUR CHAMBERS."
They really only scream. I nod and get up to follow her.
I still am waiting for somebody to jump out and yell "It's a praaaaaank!"