Darkness Rises

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

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After a harsh childhood, Kas is introduced to the world as a deadly tool to the most feared man in the world. Hate, betrayal and gruesome violence are the keys. Will he survive? Much less choosing to run or stay put and become what he fears most…

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After a harsh childhood, Kas is introduced to the world as a deadly tool to the most feared man in the world. Hate, betrayal and gruesome violence are the keys. Will he survive? Much less choosing to run or stay put and become what he fears most…

Chapter1 (v.1) - Give and Take

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 12, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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In the North Sea on an abandoned piece of haphazard rock stood a looming battered building. Its outer appearance haggard where chunks of thick, coarse granite had chipped away from the otherwise smooth surface from the ever pounding 20 to 40 foot waves. The roaring sound of the waves were accompanied by the briny smell of the oceans malicious churning. The chill of the turbulent winds swept through every crack and crevice chilling all inhabitants save for the phantoms to the bone. These creatures stood guard at every entrance and exit cloaked in an oversized and ragged black cloak with the hoods drawn. Bony white hands immune to the weather grasped a small piece of wood, reinforcing the protections.

 

The lower floors consisted of decrepit and molded walls looking as though it were an abandoned tomb. The many hallways with freshly lit torches could attest to this. The foul creatures are confined to the lower half of the massive building as it would disrupt the purpose of the upper levels if there was no limitation.

 

On the lowest floor, reserved for the most serious of crimes, a woman clothed in tattered scraps of dirty grey cloth screamed as she clutched at her malnourished yet protruding stomach, the area expanding and contracting with the moving of her unborn babe. From her lower half, a deep burgundy liquid began pouring and pooling all around her dank cell filling the air with a coppery tang. Her screams escalated as she felt as if being ripped in two. A lone creature made its way slowly up the dark stone corridor its oversized cloak dragging along spreading a deathly chill, freezing solid the reminders of past prisoners. Her screams had alerted this creature to the front of her cell as she held the still body of her son. The baby, ice cold to the touch and severely underweight from the conditions of his mother’s imprisonment, had a full head of blond hair with silver threads scattered about and looked every amount like his father.

 

Marie Brisenger had been “imprisoned” for only 7 months out of a life sentence for murdering the father of her child. The exposure to the lich for even that short of time had already began to take effect. She began incoherently mumbling for minutes punctuated by words such as “kill” and “take him”. The phantom had been slowly slipping into the cell as she was having her psychosis episode inching closer and closer until it had a hold of the newborn with its grimy skeletal fingers. In the silence of the room, the lich's ragged breath grew louder and more forceful as it attempted to take the child’s soul. Unfortunately, there was nothing to take.

 

The lich tilted its head this and that way appearing confused as the child’s eyes opened and he began breathing a slow and steady rhythm. The mother had noticed the situation at some point during her psychosis, and had moved to huddle in the farthest corner of the small room, leaving a trail of blood where she dragged herself from. Only peace as her soul slipped from her body to the great beyond.

 

Footsteps could be heard echoing first down the spiral staircase then down the hallway. Large black dragonhide boots came to a slow stop in front of the only occupied cell on this floor. The man’s calm green eyes first went to the lich holding a live child then to something crumpled into the far corner of the cell. Un-latching the cell door with the required murmuring of many passwords he hesitated entering the room only for a moment before pressing the handle and swinging the door open in a slow creaking arch. His gaze flicked from the beast to a long bloodstain moving from the center of the room to the corner where he now recognized was a body. Unsure of whether the prisoner was living or dead he raised his hand to his nose and moved closer. The smell of blood was thick in the air and growing more so the closer he came.  His breath came out in a puff of white as he groaned, knees cracking with age, as he went into a squat position. Murmuring obscenities he moved his hand to the side of neck not finding a pulse indicating she had passed on.

 

Standing from the crouch, the elderly man’s name badge shone in the dim torch-light, “Artemis”. Using an old piece of blade, he skimmed across his palm and rubbed the dripping blood along the symbols on the wall which summoned a small creature to deliver a message to his commander. “Sir, prisoner 2250 is dead, bled out she did. Complication of male live born. Requesting further instructions”. His Spirit animal, a dense red fog in the shape of a wolf, nodded once then bounded down the hallway and back up the same stairs he had descended earlier. After almost an hour with no word from his commander Artemis retrieved the bundle from the lich only slightly concerned about the fact this child was even still alive and cradle him to his chest. “I believe you need a name little one”, he whispered in a deep rumbling voice. “Kas”, Artemis whispered smiling as the little boy’s eyes closed with a small almost imperceptible smile on his newborn face. Ascending the steep spiral staircase, the upper level breathed out the smell of roasting meats and expensive cigars with the muffled sounds of raucous laughter and questionable entertainment.

 

All activities and noise came to a grinding halt as a pin could be heard if dropped when Artemis entered the smoke clouded room. Many were openly gawking at the small bundle he held against his chest. Servants are spread about with the occasional half-blood perching atop a man’s lap in attempt to earn his favor. The commander happened to be one of those men. His whore, affectionately renamed as Sacra, was straddling his lap and placing soft kisses and bites along his jawline. The commander’s hands were firmly gripping her plump kajira covered ass as she begins to move the way he liked. Artemis, used to this scene merely cleared his throat loudly, startled the barely covered slave who then fell off her master and onto her bottom flashing nearly all who looked her sex. “Artemis, was that really ne-...”, the commander began to ask but cut himself off with a well-placed amount of shock at his slave’s stupidity. He rose his heavy boot and forcefully drove the toe into her face aiming between her eyes. With a resounding crunch her nose breaks and begins to drip blood onto the lavish Persian rug. Looking up to her master her eyes sparkle with unshed tears as he turned away with a grunt and wave of his hand in dismissal. She was roughly grabbed from behind and passed between the men in the crowd as a dismissed slave.

 

Grabbing hold of his subordinates cloak he dragged the man to an off room were guaranteed privacy is abundant and began to yell. “Such a stupid slave, can’t even keep her bits hidden for me!” the commanders face was slowly turning a deep purple color from his boiling rage as he un-sheathed his dagger and aimed for a vase causing it to shatter, the shards pelting against the cobwebbed coated walls. “Sir, I sent a message about an hour ago explaining a situation down stairs”, Artemis spoke rapidly hoping to stave off the commander’s temper. “I received no such thing” the commander said with a confused pucker of his brows. As his confusion grew, his eyes drifted to the bundle Artemis was carrying.” You had better hope the master was not the one to get it the message, get rid of it, now! Before…” The door to their private room opened forcefully, slamming and bouncing off the wall behind it. A figure cloaked in all black walked into the room with a confident and dangerous stride. This person was at least two heads taller than either man in the room as with a horrifying realization they quickly hit their knees and bowed deeply. “As you were saying Commander Woodsbane?”, the figure said with a malicious tinge to his masculine voice while standing on top of Artemis’s hand.

 

The masters face, shrouded by the shadow of his black hood, only showed the tip of his crooked nose and an amber glow of his narrowed eyes which darkened further with disappointment at his follower. “Artemis, move.” He spoke barely above a whisper in a cold and calculating tone. Knowing the punishment, Artemis did as he was told, with little choice, as his master grabbed hold of his cloak and tossed him aside from moving too slow. The child, wrapped in the torn cloth of a prisoner blanket was revealed completely before him. Pale skin and a tuft of downy blond hair, the child’s eyes opened showing the deepest blue of innocence. Sneering the master chose to ignore the child for now and returned to the subject he had last heard through the thin door. “Woodsbane, make sure your whore receives the proper punishment for its discretions”. “As for the child, throw it out of the window and be rid of the disgusting nuisance”. He turned and walked to the entry way of the room pausing in the threshold. With a sigh, he turned his head and yelled “Whores!”.

 

At least 10 came running and skidded to a stop in front of their master with their kajiras raised in hopes to lessen any punishment they could receive due to their “sister’s” earlier fuck up. “There is child inside this room, it is your responsibility now. Do not disappoint me.” With a swish of his attire he departed from them grinding his teeth at the turn of events which upset his mood. “Red hair and large breasts! Be in my room and ready in 5 minutes!”.

 

The harem as one slowly rose from their place. The red-head bounded off to the master’s chambers as the others entered the room. The head mistress stealthily made her way into the room and snatched the child from an unnamed whore. “Get back to work, the food is not going to serve itself, nor will the men be without cunt!” she spoke as she stared down at the babe in her arms and left the room, the echo of her bare feet slapping on the wood floor fading as his life begins.


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