Unholy Trinity: End of the World Prep by Charlotte Platt

Our church worships at the altar of the Unholy Trinity. Its gospels are delivered as a trio of dark drabbles, linked so that Three become One. All hail the power of the Three.

A murderer who knows the end is coming, a cultist who knows more than her boss, and a self-determining sacrifice walk into Armageddon. No one makes it out. 


Sighing, Ricky mopped the sweat from his eyes, glancing skywards. The sun was breaking low and pink as a rose, flooding the fields with light. 

His was a slow job, but the harvest would be bountiful. The ground had been fed, nourished, the fields tended nightly so they knew they were cherished. 

He sang to them, a murmured pray to the old ones that the blood he gave was an offering for their glory. Twenty years he’d provided for them, a body a month, two hundred and forty sacrifices. Beat that, Bundy. The gods would love him when they came. 



Blood was clinging to the blade, as if waiting for a prompt to drip off. Maggie held her breath, waited too. 

Nyle grabbed her, knocking the knife away. She flinched at the noise it made bouncing off the concrete floor. 

“What have you done?” he hissed. She cracked an eye open, peeking at Luke’s body spilling red. 

“The gods want power,” she murmured, their yearning whispering in her bones.

“That’s what she was for!” He swung a finger to the child bound in the corner of the room. 

“Luke had more.” The candles flickered, then the portal began to blossom. 


Cash out  

“Never thought the cult’d manage Armageddon,” Prue said when the bloody rain began. 

“Inevitable.” Ricky shrugged as the screaming started around them. “Luke couldn’t, jumped up arse. That new girl, though.” 

“You hoping for power?” she asked, eyes glazed from whisky. 

“Quick death’s best we can manage.” 

“Right. Be seeing you, Ricky.” She stood, walking into the yard then pulling a gun, shooting through her temple. 

He hissed air, annoyed at the loss. He’d have to find another spare, the ones in his basement were getting thin. He wanted a good gift to buy his release when the gods surfaced.


Charlotte Platt

Charlotte Platt is a young professional who writes horror and dark urban fantasy. She spent her teens on the Orkney Islands and studied in Glasgow before moving to the north Highlands. She lives off sarcasm and tea and can often be found walking near cliffs and rivers. Her debut novel A Stranger’s Guide is available through Silver Shamrock Publishing in summer 2020 and her short stories have featured in Dig Two Graves: Vol 2, The Monsters We Forgot Vol 2 and The Stuff of Nightmares. She can be found on Twitter at @Chazzaroo.

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