Salt. It might not seem like much but over the course of thousands of years. Established by the Roman Empire, they believed that salt was capable of warding off something that even them didn’t know of. Now that the waters are being drained frequently for filtration, and more humans populate the planet, the salt levels are rapidly decreasing. The salt was special, as it was not drinkable, but that was the purpose. To keep it contained the Roman’s had to go to great lengths to keep the water salty. Now as water seems to become salt free, who knows what evil could be unleashed. The water wasn’t supposed to be dranken. The Roman’s did they do we would drink lake water that was rid of salt. Humans quickly used up the lake water though, and it was a very meticulous process to filter the lakes. The oceans were much more diverse and the water would last longer, so humans began to filter ocean water. The process was much less tedious because the oceans were so clean. The reason the dinosaurs went extinct is because of the evil that lies at the bottom of the ocean. The dinosaurs didn’t have anything to stop it from taking out the dinosaur population, and when the meteor hit, it only finished the rest of them off. Maybe we should’ve all stuck to lake water.

Monday, July 7th, 2054. 
4:31 PM

The humans have a very unexpected waking. There is a constant rumble coming from the seas, and even people not close to the oceans can hear the waves violently crashing together as something awakes. The waves seem to get more intense. It almost feels like an earthquake.
The final salt water has been filtered in China. Their filtration machines quickly shut down. Just as the last bit of salt is filtered, a loud boom send shockwaves around the entire planet, causing a global power outage. 
People awake to pure darkness, finding themselves unable to turn anything on. Their thermostat has stopped, and the internet has ceased to exist…

The oceans are now completely salt free, but now everyone’s lives are in great danger. People look to the waters but it’s too dark to see anything. In the distance, a creature has just awoken from its thousand year rest. The creature trudges through the water. The water clears for him. The creatures eyes are wide and soulless. It’s jaw hangs open and sharp teeth protrude from its dark red gums. It’s fingers form 13 foot claws that are sharpened and hanging loosely. It’s body is scaly and ridged. It makes its way across the ocean, vengeance hanging in the cool winter air. With nothing to ward off and stop this creature, who knows what it could do. The creature stepped onto the shore, leaving a giant mark in the sand. The people of Florida, oblivious and confused, have no way of knowing the danger that is quickly approaching, and it won’t stop until everyone is gone…

Monstrous waves are seen throughout the world as the giants awaken. Whirlpools the size of France are wiping out all military fleets in the oceans. Catastrophic tsunamis are destroying coastlines around the world. Communications are being destroyed. Internet is now a thing of the past. The only communication available are the people standing at your side, watching these horrors unfold with you. Chaos reigns as people rush to be with their loved ones. There is no control of the situation. As soon as the ocean began churning with nightmares, it suddenly stops. The winds are calm. The waves break and collapse. The battleships left standing prepare for anything to come. There’s a great roar that travels across the world. It blasts the windows out of buildings. Quakes the earth so bad that bridges collapse. A Navy pilot on a mission to help the sinking ships looks down from above, he spots a ship tilted on its side, floating calmly. What he sees beneath it, is unimaginable. An Eye the size of two football fields is watching him. Watching as he flies across the blue sky. It blinks. And the Nightmare begins.

Salt has been used for years to ward off evil. But as the oceans are drained and filtered to be made drinkable, the evil that was trapped there is unleashed.

The evils were 5 spirits, and they each wanted entertainment through the agony of human beings.

The first spirit, and the most bitter, was the Pacific. She was lonely, as she was so large and devoid of any company. Unlike other oceans, that seemingly had life so nearby, it seemed the Pacific had nothing and no one to nurture. She didn’t care for the sea creatures that swam in her depths, she only yearned for the life forms she could never sustain. The Pacific was the last ocean to come back into her own mind, however. The salt was drained slower, and so her agony was drawn out. By the time she was freed, she only longed to see those people, who she had one longed to get to know, suffer. So the Pacific helped the animals that inhabited her mutate, so that they might terrorize those awful humans, those vile creatures that sought to burden her with their needs, their hunger and thirst, as they had the other oceans.

Next was the Atlantic. Though smaller than the Pacific, the Atlantic too was lonely. She felt cut off from other oceans, as though the continents that surrounded her were caging her in. So she, too, began to hate humanity. She was the first ocean to come into consciousness, the first ocean to be filtered and drained of her very substance, her dignity. So she decided the only way to correct this disgusting behavoir, was to terminate it. She willed her surface to heat, until the sea life inside her died, and so many did she kill that the water was polluted. Millions died from her outburst, and the settlements of humans near her quickly disbanded, or were killed off.

The Indian Ocean was perhaps the least angry of the five spirits. Her agony was neither so quick it felt as if she had been scared awake from a dream, nor so long lasting that she prayed for the day her banks were emptied. She liked her balance of land life and sea. She adored people, who she considered her own children. But she was mischievous, and she enjoyed playing pranks on her inhabitants, so she too, allowed the sea creatures inhabiting her to mutate into horrific beasts.

The Southern Ocean did not care for human life, but as she was so isolated, it hardly made a difference. Therefore she did not allow her sea creatures to mutate, nor did she allow the water to pollute. Her land was seen as sanctuary, however few moved to the edges of her banks, for fear her attitude might change.

The last ocean, the Arctic Ocean, had long since frozen over again. Her spirit was not released, due to the human laws restricting the chemical treatment of her waters. Humanity had learned long before that the spirit of the Arctic was colder than her icebergs. If the spirit of the Arctic was released, she would heat not only her own surface, but the entire world.

The only thing keeping the ocean spirits from destroying the world was their hate for each other, else their divided veiws on how to deal with the disease that was humanity. So the people on the coasts lived in fear, and started to resent those that lived further inland, who they thought to be safe. So they refused to send water inland, and the inlanders refused to send food to the islanders on the coast, and humanity quickly died out. Do not judge the humans too harshly however. Maybe, instead of becoming cruel and spiteful, they had only learned what it was like to be an ocean spirit.

The sound of creaking metal broke the silence of my cabin. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence on the old oil rig I had been stationed at, but it still never failed to lift the hairs off my arms. _You would think they would at least modernize the structure of these ancient metal frames before sending us out here to repurpose them. Although, I suppose even the freshly built desalination plants have been falling under lately. What’s the point in refurbishing this old hunk of junk if it’s gonna collapse regardless. _ _ _We had been sent out here to start the operation of another desalination plant for the Atlantic. It was part of a worldwide initiative to create a “cheaper” source of fresh water. Personally I never subscribed to the idea of destroying the massive ocean ecosystems, but a source of income was a source of income. Our job was to install and begin operation of the machines used to remove the salt from the oceans water. It was no easy task, considering that these abandoned rigs weren’t designed to have hulking machines attached to them years after their operation, but within five days we had already gotten one of the machines ready to the point that we could start it’s operation. All we were waiting for was confirmation from higher ups to begin. I had received a relatively small, but significant job within the process. My responsibility lied with starting and controlling the operation of the desalination machines. So when the head honcho of our crew accessed the intercoms telling me to report to his quarter, I figured he had just been given the green light. In a harsh staticy voice the captain spoke to the crew, “Jason report to my office IMMEDIATELY, again, I want you up here in five minutes or else I’ll throw you off this rig myself!” before the faint click of the intercom shutting off restored the silence of the room. _Not a very polite way to ask but I guess someone told him his desalination machine was “smaller than average”. _A chuckle escaped my breath before leaving my quarters. The captains office wasn’t incredibly far away from where my cabin was, but it also wasn’t a leisurely walk. By far the quickest route was to cut through the cafeteria so I headed directly for it. Upon entering, multiple sets of eyes immediately locked onto me. A few sets of laughter accompanied some not so sneaky whispers, but I payed them no mind. The room was mostly empty, aside from a few of the corner tables, and a seat taken by my buddy Hector whom I did acknowledge. There was a very amused grin on his face as i approached him. “Mannn Leo seems pretty upset. You didn’t tell him his machines were the shitty knock offs did you.” He said trying to hide the amusement he got from imagining that. “No I’ve got no clue what’s got his ass so flustered, but knowing him he probably is just looking for a reason to start everything early” I reply. “Well yea, he probably needs an explanation on why the machine is running early so he doesn’t get chewed out by the higher ups” he said, chuckling to himself. “Why did you start the machine early anyways? Didn’t you say that it was “bad for the integrity of the device” or some stuff like that” I failed to reply to him as a mixture of shock and confusion washed over my face. _What? The machine is operating?!? _A bolt of panic surged through my veins but I tried to hide it as I pressed for more information. “What do you mean.. the machine started early?” I tried to calm ask. “Are you trying to tell me that you didn’t do it? He asked, clearly not believing I didn’t already know. “You are the only guy on this whole rig who knows how to work one of those things.” _He’s right. I am. So something is clearly wrong. I have to speak Leo and figure out what’s going on. _“I gotta go.” I muttered to Hector before running towards the exit. All I heard was the sound of his laughter as I quickly made my way out of the room and towards Leo’s office. The distance wasn’t bad at all since I was running, only taking one to two minutes to reach his quarters. Upon knocking on the door Leo immediately opened it and snapped at me. “Get inside right now you bloody idiot” he yelled while trying to maintain his cool, “Do you know exactly how much your little ballsy choice just cost me” but he was unable to hide the clear fluster that had taken over his face. “Woah slow down Leo, what’s going on what happened?” I tried to ask “The machine you dimwit! You started it early and went and broke the damned thing! Someone gave me the whole report on it. Poor kids first time out at sea and he thinks a monster is breaking our machinery.” He yelled, losing control of his frustration with every word. “I didn’t start the machine. That wasn’t me.” I objected truthfully, but he didn’t seem to believe me in the slightest. “Well this report by Clint says otherwise. Look at it,” he said tapping his finger on some papers in front of him. “He recorded that the machine had already reached way beyond the salt levels set for us to reach, and look!” This time he pulled out a picture from under the small pile of papers. “Look what happened to the machine just hours later!” The photo contained what was clearly once the desalination device that was set up days prior, only now the bottom had been violently ripped off, presumably falling to the sea floor afterward. That’s.. not possible. Machine over exertion would only cause an engine failure if anything. This.. this wasn’t that at all. Something else destroyed the machine. _ _Leo was continuing his lecture, “If you would have just waited for the green light this wouldn’t of happened. I hope you realize that this damage is coming out of your paycheck, maybe then you’ll learn to follow directions for once in your miserable little li-“ but I was done listening to him. I needed to look at the damage myself. As I turned for the door Leo tried to shout for me to stay, but I ignored him. _Whatever causes this wasn’t natural. Maybe by looking at it myself I can try and determine the true cause of this. Although, what that could even be Im not sure. I’m not even sure I want to know at all. _ _ By time I reached the deck where the machine was located a crowd had gathered to see for themselves. I guess word travels fast in such a small contained space. Fortunately people made room for me to get through, and what I saw was exactly what the picture had shown me. The bottom half of the machine had been completely severed off, leaving no remains behind. It was a unsettling sight. The thought that something was capable of doing this was terrifying. _ It has to of been a giant squid, but that wouldn’t make sense. They are nearly extinct by now and there has never been a report of them attacking one of these facilities. And even if one had.. to do damage like this? It just didn’t seem possible. But what else could’ve done this? _ _As I stared at the crippled machine, losing myself in thought, a man from somewhere in the crowd started yelling. “TH-THE WATER! LOOK! IN THE WATER!” he screamed, breaking my trance on the machine. Everyone’s eyes immediately darted to the water and it didn’t take me long to figure out what he had seen. Not too far below the surface were two brightly glowing yellow eyes. Except they belonged to something massive. It’s eyes alone were the size of three men stacked on top of one another. Men began to scream in panic. Some froze in fear by edge of the water. But I was lost in my head. _It was obvious now. This is what broke the desalination machine, and it was still here. Was it waiting for us to try and set up another one? Or was it planning something else entirely? There was no way to figure that out right now. _ __ Almost as if it had heard my questioning, the creature began to rise from the depths of the ocean. As it breached the surface of the water it sent waves crashing around itself. It’s size was beyond comprehension, and it just kept rising. It’s head soared past the old rig, only settling high above the already elevated structure. The creature’s appearance was bizarre. It had the mouth of a whale, and it’s head extended backwards like some kind of science fantasy alien. It’s bright yellow eyes were located on the sides of its head, and it’s body was a deep green. Connected to its broad shoulders were arms both composed completely different. One boasted a giant claw, much like the crusher claw of a lobster. The other was a gathering of seemingly endless tentacles that dipped deep into the water below us. As it looked down upon our comparatively minuscule oil rig, many man began to flee and scream and terror. And it was easy to see why. Tentacles from its arm began to rise from the water, enveloping the rig and crushing the steel beams that supported it. The sound of screeching metal overpowered that of the screams as the structure we stood on began to collapse into the water. It hadn’t even moved it’s gigantic claw. No thoughts were able to form in my head, but what was there to even think of. What we were witnessing was beyond human comprehension. As I slide down the sinking rig to join my coworkers in the water I looked up at the towering creatures eyes. And although it’s eyes massive, it seemed to be staring back at me as I plummeted into the water below.

Wally the whale was strolling with his floaty and he dicied to go down to the coral reef so he swam and swam then.. BAM! His floaty fell off he yelled for help but then realised he can swim he never new that! So he entered the coral reef and there was a portal. He enter and it entered a land with a pool and it looked like like Barbie’s dream house but with a a.. Tiger? He grabbed some snacks from the snack bar and the tiger said “I’m Sadie the sabertooth tiger Wally said “wow! Your house is awesome” Sadie and Wally talked for a while “so where do you live “Sadie asked “I live through that portal, follow me” they swam up to Los Gatos down town where they ate at a restaurant but Wally wasn’t to hungry for that food stand. After they swam down to the deep ocean Wally saw a giant eye a ran but the kraken already ate Sadie a new he was next and he was! So Wally and Sadie died. 😭 what a tragic ending that was for Wally.

They believed they were doing good by draining the oceans in order to gain drinkable water for what was left of the world. They were clueless as to what they were unleashing back into the world.

 Those of us that were left afterward had witnessed carnage and chaos at its finest. I wouldn’t wish those nightmares on anyone. The more they drained from the oceans and went further into the dark, the more evil they became.
 They should have stopped the moment their wrath was first felt. But they kept on draining and draining and draining. Their evil was no match for their curiosity and mission. They believed it was for the better good but were  no match for what was unearthed from the deep dark bottom. 
   The evil unleashed came with vengeance, as it should. It devoured and ripped apart those who chose this ocean mission. The evil unleashed from the ocean had a mission themselves. They were to eat and eliminate all evil from the world. As soon as the Ocean mission was set in place, their targets were acquired. 
   You have to be pure evil to choose the draining of oceans in exchange for drinkable water. To make the decision to destroy all ocean life is just horrifyingly evil. Evil meet Evil. Or in this case Evil eat Evil.

It’s been gone for a while With dark eyes And a sinister smile But it no longer lies

They should have though because salt has been used for years to ward off evil. And as the oceans are drained and filtered to be made drinkable, the evil that was trapped there is unleashed.

They weren’t anything like the deep sea creatures people had postulated had to exist; but they also weren’t like any of the human-like, sometimes even handsome, demons that many a religious painting liked to paint them as; they also weren’t anything goat-like or fiery or hell-like. They were a multitude. One was more just a void. At least that was mostly what humans could comprehend. A darkness so black that nothing escaped it, like a tiny black hole but without the gravitational pull and instead with screams from somewhere unseen in it or behind it or wherever things went that fell pray to this Void. There were also the shadow creatures that clearly resembled creatures from horror stories with long, unescapable tentacles that were hungry and seemed to be parts that split of that main Void. There was also an evil that just presented through an icy cold; a cold that froze you and everything around you in its place and while you couldn’t perceive it yourself, you just disappeared after the cold was gone again. Frigid didn’t really have a perceivable form but they were limited to a certain volume that grew when it found something to consume and shrank as it moved around and covered new land, never to nothing though. There was a core, colder than anything else in the galaxy that was indestructible and that worked like Void did just with temperature and movement.

Void and Frigid had mostly traveled separately when they were still caught below the oceans, they only occasionally met up but when they had noticed that they could come up farther and farther toward the surface and therefore the warmth and the light, they had met up again and made plans to ravage earth together once they were finally free. —0— Paul Zimmerman had been working at the docks since he was a little boy. His father had had a little business there, selling food to all the dock workers and incoming seamen and he’d helped out there since he could remember; first it was just after school, and once he was done with that, he worked there full time. Paul loved his job, they were right by the sea, he could prepare pretty much anything he wanted to as long as they had the ingredients and he could, at least in theory, make his own hours. Over the years it had become much more difficult to sell all of his food though; not because their quality got worse or because they bought more food than before but instead because fewer and fewer fishermen went out to sea to try and catch something, there just wasn’t enough out there. And after a while, once the seawater started to get turned into drinking water, it got even worse. There were barely any ships leaving their docks anymore and many ships that were expected to arrive at their harbour just didn’t make it across the ocean anymore. All of it was very bad for business. Which is why Paul found himself in the midst of a protest outside of the machines that were cleaning and desalinating their water when They came. —0— It would have been a massacre, had Void and Frigid been humans doing their deed. Instead it was a painful disappearing of everyone in their way. First the ones closes to the coast, their screams just riled Void and Frigid on, encouraging them to not just move in but instead send out some slivers of theirs to touch and frighten those humans that had kept them locked in for so long. —0— Paul heard the screams and something primal in him shivered and then immediately had him ready and in fight or flight mode. Every muscle on his body was tensed as he was frantically looking around, trying to make out what had happened to those screaming. It was a protest he was at, and those screams could just have been something completely normal concerning a protest but Paul’s gut instinct was telling him something else. He was sure that whatever this was, it was bad, really bad. And not only was it likely at fault for all those boats suddenly sinking but he was also sure that it was coming for them, for him. And so he ran. This was, of course, easier said than done. A mass hysteria had already broken out and people were pushing against each other, trampling over those who had fallen and generally not caring for anyone as long as they themselves got away. Paul was one of the lucky ones who had been close to the edge of their mass of people and after elbowing his way through six rows of people running slower than him, he was ahead. He knew that he couldn’t go to the docks and his little house there since whatever it was seemed to come from the water but he had a friend that didn’t live too far away, that he could probably reach if he just ran fast enough. —0— Void and Frigid split up after a short while. The hysteria was more fun than particularly delicious for Void and so he agreed to move ahead and keep everyone crowded in, as Frigid got to enjoy the exquisite flavor that the panicked running and fighting created. —0— A tendril slipped across Paul’s leg and it was probably the weirdest feeling he had ever experienced. His leg, below the touch felt like it just didn’t exist anymore and promptly Paul stumbled. He just got his hands under himself to prevent his chin and nose from directly hitting the pavement but as soon as the person behind him ran over him, his head hit the street anyway. His nose broke and started bleeding profusely, his hands were scraped open already and now his forehead looked similarly. He still couldn’t feel his leg but a look down told him that it was definitely still attached to him and before he could even try to right himself again, the rest of his body started disappearing and then he was no more. —0— Void had enjoyed that first person particularly. There was just something so exhilarating about finally getting to consume people again. And this man, lying on the floor, was just the very first of his coming meal.

Death comes quickly when you're ravaged by cold and hunger, forced to eat any vermin that wandered in to the village. Jamestown was suffering and it seems that their prayers were going unanswered.

The colonists left England for a better life, out of their bondage in England much like the Hebrews in Egypt.

The first years were challenging and exciting as they all worked as one. Plowing , farming, and fishing. There were times of plenty and famine, life and death but that was to be expected in the New World. What was not expected was the demonic force that enveloped them.

That's why they left their faith behind and turned to pagan ways. Evoking ancient Celtic power from the sea.

Reaching back into their past they would build bonfires on the beach like their ancestors, dance with abandon, and grieve their wives, husbands, and children. Within their singing, they promised the first fruits of their labor and animal sacrifices. Anything to save their families that were left.

On All Hallows Eve, the chanting and dancing reached a fever pitch and she was conjured. The Sea Witch.

Instead of their Savior, the entity cursed the remaining population to a horrifying plague that wiped out every living creature. Nothing remained except the shining bones of the dead.

With the ever-growing population needing more water than was still left on earth, scientists had finally found a method for desalting ocean water and making it drinkable on a large scale. There had been some protests about sea creatures but with globing warming having gotten worse for decades now. There were barely any creatures left in the sea; and either way, all species humanity knows of had already been put into specialized facilities that would actually help sustain them anyway. The oceans had stopped being livable for most creatures around 50 years ago and many forests as well as the Arctic and Antarctic had also been artificially gotten preserved so not all species would be lost because of our failures.

The process scientists had developed had taken a little over two years to take most of the salt out of the ocean water, getting it to a salinity where it could now just be filtered the same as any river or lake water to then function as drinkable water. In those last two years, strange things had started happening though. More and more ships were disappearing without even a single SOS sent off, right from the middle of the Pacific and Atlantic oceans. And more and more people using some of the few still usable beaches had reported sightings of strange animals swimming in the water, lurking just out of sight but clearly noticeable. Satellite images hadn’t been helpful either since imaging over the ocean seemed to just not work anymore.

Some religious groups had started protesting and trying to warn people about the coming End of Time; they had postulated that the Day of Judgment was close with everything that was happening on the earth but no one had believed those doomsday prophets who just seemed to spout the same story every year anyway.

They should have though, because salt has been used for years to ward off evil. And as the oceans are drained and filtered to be made drinkable, the evil that was trapped there is unleashed.