Unraveling Desires: The Dark Allure of a Cult's Forbidden Rituals
CHAOS
PROLOUGE
”Did you bring the gem?” asked the hooded man.
“Yes, here” answered the bum and handed over the purple-black gem. As it touched the hooded mans mutated, twisted hand, it suddenly rose and started to glow pitch black and the man rose with it, mutating into a chaos giant. The bum had a terrified look in his face.
“You said you would spare this world!!” he shouted in despair. The giant laughed from the bottom of his stomach as he grew bigger, and his right arm became a blurry mass that formed into a Hellfire cannon. He looked down on the terrified bum and said calmly:
“I lied.” The chaos giant aimed the cannon at the bum.
That was the last thing anyone ever saw of Wilson the bum, a caring character who sacrificed everything, trying to save the world that had forsaken him. Unfortunately, he failed miserably.
The really sad thing is that no one even noticed his passing.
The giant suddenly shrank and, to his disappointment, didn’t turn back into the man he once were. The gem that that transformed him in the first place returned to his hand and the black glow faded.
“Great”, he said to himself. “How am I supposed to finish the plan in this form?” Then he got an idea. He whispered a few words to the gem, and suddenly a flash of black light came from it and all of a sudden the monstrous thing that once stood there was gone. Instead, the hooded man was back and he smiled.
“Thank you”. He said while looking to the sky. He saw the little dot that had appeared in the sky. It wouldn’t be long before people would start to notice it as it grew larger, but only he had been blessed with the eyes of Chaos and could see the message it displayed:
Good job, my servant. The first stage of the plan has been completed. Now you will journey to the place that these wretched humans call the “White House”. I have dispatched another agent there. He is below your rank but has a very “special” ability, so treat him with respect. Afterwards you and the other one go into the White House. Kill anyone in the way. Inside you will sense a powerful item. Go to it. It is an artifact that Chaos placed so that we could make him whole again if He was betrayed by his brothers. Do not fail!
The hooded man smiled even more at the thought of him being the one who brought Chaos back together.
“I shall not fail!” he shouted. 2 minutes afterwards the police arrived to find the horrifying corpse of Wilson the bum, which was mutated beyond recognition, lying in a crater twice his size. The hooded man was nowhere to be seen.
CHAPTER 1
At the White House the individual known to his fellow tribesmen as “The Servant” looked at the mighty house that he and Wilgas the Hungerer (the hooded man) was to storm in a matter of minutes. According to his tribesmen Wilgas was a powerful “man” who had singlehandedly destroyed the Cult of shadows, thereby eliminating the last resistance that mankind had against the reuniting of Chaos himself.
Or so he thought.
Up high in the sky Draconus the Shade was overlooking Earth with despise in his face.
“Why? They have eliminated all resistance against them and should have left long ago!” His apprentice said who was standing beside him on the invisible floating island known as “shadow’s sanctuary”.
“Perhaps they are still here because of the reason they wiped the cult out in the first place”. The apprentice looked at Draconus with terror in his eyes.
“You don’t mean…?” the companion said with fear in his voice. Draconus nodded.
“Yes. They are planning to make him whole once again.” He looked down and a black flame appeared in his eyes. “And we’re going to stop them.” He jumped down into the clouds and his young apprentice was not far behind.
When Wilgas finally arrived The Servant was standing in a corner sharpening his blade in the shadows
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“So, you finally showed up? About time.” Wilgas was infuriated by the comment.
“I would have been here sooner but the Gem teleported me 50 000 m up in the air! Then the spell that kept my Blessing hidden wore off, and the Gem refused to cast it again!” The Servant laughed mockingly, angering Wilgas further.
“Shall we? The sooner we retrieve the artifact the sooner we can destroy this pitiful world.” He said. Wilgas did not move a muscle. “Hello? What are you doing? This is no time for games!” The Servant exclaimed. Suddenly the Chaos gem was floating in front of him. A flash of black light and a miniaturized chaos giant stood where Wilgas had stood. But, instead of a Hellfire cannon in place of his right arm, there was a sword of pure chaos. It was glowing black of energy and the monster smiled.
“So, the master must have chosen you for a reason. What’s your “special ability?” He said with a voice that wasn’t his own. The Servant smiled back and stepped out of the shadows. In his right hand was a sword unlike anything Wilgas had ever seen.
“I can summon a sword of any kind in seconds” The Servant said with a hint of bragging in his voice. He then closed his eyes, focused his power into his left hand and in seconds another sword, just as unique as the first, appeared in it. Wilgas was both impressed and confused. Was this the “special” ability the Master was talking about? He concluded it couldn’t be. Although a very impressing power, it was nothing that would make the Master order Wilgas to respect him.
“I doubt that’s the thing the Master meant.” Wilgas said calmly. The Servant Smiled once again.
“That’s correct. This is.” The Servant put the swords down and started mumbling with his hands together. When green-colored energy started flowing around The Servant’s hands Wilgas recognized the ritual: The Rite of Corruption. But it’s so simple and weak that only the novices use it. Perhaps The Servant had improved it somehow? After a little while the Rite was complete and The Servant focused his powers once again into his hands. When the energy was focused he turned against a woman passing by.
“Give her to me, and I’ll show you just what I can do.” Wilgas smirked and, with one quick and hard blow, knocked the woman out cold. He grabbed her quick to avoid unwanted attention, and handed her to The Servant. The Servant barely touched her before the woman started twitch and shake uncontrollably. The Servant smiled.
“Watch.” He said calmly. The woman began to mutate and soon she was an ever-changing blade-runner of chaos. Wilgas was speechless.
“H-how…” Wilgas had never seen a real corrupter in his entire life. “Weren’t all corrupters destroyed with the Sundering?” Wilgas now remembered an important lesson he had received when he still was a simple acolyte:
Nothing good can come from a corrupter. Remembering this lesson, Wilgas started to wonder whether this whole mission was a good idea or not.
“Not all. I’m the last one; and after the Reunion, I’ll be the only one.” The Servant said, looking up to the black dot in the sky. “He’s waiting. I ask again: Shall we?” The Servant released the blade-runner. “That will serve as a diversion.”
“Let’s go!” Wilgas charged his body to the limit and stormed into the White House, leaving the blade-runner to cause havoc in the streets in front of it. The Servant laughed gently and ran in after him. He found Wilgas standing perfectly still and then saw what was in front of them; two men covered in a black fog stood before them; a smile was barely visible under the mask of shadows that covered their faces.
“Hello, my friends. You’re late.”
CHAPTER 2
The duos stood on opposite sides of the small hallway inside the White House. Wilgas turned back into his human form. Disgusting as it is, he thought, this could be a negotiable matter and he didn’t want to scare them too much. Then he saw who was behind the mask of shadows as the black fog that covered his body faded away.
“Draconus!!” He shouted. Draconus smiled with the familiar look of despise in his eyes. “You must’ve been the one who made the Chaos gem teleport wrong! You put me through hell with that little stunt!” Draconus laughed mockingly.
“You entered hell when you started following the god of Chaos. You can barely control your ‘blessings’, and the god that you serve did nothing but destroy and kill when it was whole. Convert! Join the good side!” Draconus had no intention to forgive them for their deeds, but he was going to give them a chance to die pure of heart.
Of course, that was just wishful thinking. His question was answered when The Servant focused his powers once again and laid his hand on the wall next to him. The corruption spread quickly and everything around them mutated just like the woman outside. Soon office men of the government were trying to escape the walls that tried to eat them. Most of them didn’t make it. When they saw the four men standing in front of them, untouched, they stopped. Wilgas charged a chaos blast from his sword and threw it. It missed Draconus just barely and exploded in front of the office men. None survived.
“Never. We already know about our blessed god’s behavior, but we also know that we will be spared.” Wilgas said, knowing that they now had a superior advantage.
So, The Servant could be useful after all, huh? He thought.
“Now, step out of the way or we will make you.” The Servant said calmly. Draconus stepped aside and motioned for his apprentice to do the same.
“Fine. Get your artifact. Reunite your god. It will be your kind he kills first, Servant.” Wilgas stayed his ground. Servant? Does he mean the corrupter? He was confused, as the Cult of shadows always used to call him and his tribesmen “servants”.
“I’m not that concerned.” The Servant answered while walking between them. He then seemed to have gotten a change of heart, because he suddenly turned around with a big smirk on his face and his hand glowing with power.
“But just because you insulted the great lord of Chaos I will give you a little parting gift.” He said and in one swift move gripped Draconus’s apprentice’s neck. The companion started to have convulsions as he mutated and soon also he had become a blade-runner of Chaos. The creature stood still for a while and then decided to run out to the crowd to be with the other one.
“You… You monster! How dare you do something like that to my companion, my friend! For that you will die!” Draconus focused his powers in a way that Wilgas thought was very strange: he pulled the shadows around him and seemed to suck them inside him, like they were becoming a part of him. When he was done he slammed his hands into the ground, and shadows, without those around him leaving the spot, appeared out of nowhere and started crawling on the floor and walls. The shadows enveloped the area around them and Draconus stepped up from his kneeling position.
“Now you will see why people fear the dark...” The shadows enveloped everything. Wilgas stood there, knowing that if he moved he would face a certain death. The Servant stood still, also knowing this. When the shadows dispersed, the Servant was prepared, with green energy enveloping his hands and, just in case, floating just above the ground. Draconus was nowhere to be seen. Wilgas understood what was going on and quickly mutated his right arm, turning it into an All-seeing Eye. He aimed the eye upwards and fired a red beam which stopped in mid-air, formed into a ball of energy and then exploded. Suddenly Wilgas could see Draconus standing in front of him. Draconus punched the shocked Wilgas in his stomach and expected him to fall to the ground. Instead, his stomach mutated and seemingly swallowed Draconus’s hand.
“I don’t think you fully understand the control we have over the powers of chaos. Let me demonstrate”. Wilgas grabbed Draconus’s neck with his left hand and rose into the air. When he was at a comfortable height he dropped Draconus, who was now hanging with his arm still inside Wilgas’s stomach. Wilgas mutated his right arm yet again, and turned it into a Chaos rifle. He aimed it at Draconus, and the rifle’s muzzle started to glow with black energy.
“Now you will know the full power of our blessed god!” He screamed and fired the rifle. Draconus’s head was swallowed in a black beam that actually mutated the air around it, making it black as night. When the beam faded the air didn’t turn back but instead it dispersed into every direction possible, fading as it went further away. When Wilgas moved down from the center of the chaos-infected air he looked down at his stomach, expecting to find Draconus’s dead body hanging from it. What he found was nothing; there wasn’t anything left except the arm that was attached to his belly. Wilgas released the arm and dropped to the ground.
“Let’s go. We’ve wasted enough time already”. Wilgas said, annoyed. The Servant smiled.
“You haven’t figured out where we are yet, have you?” The Servant gestured to Wilgas to look behind him as he did the same. Wilgas turned around and froze.
They were looking at the crystal formation witch held Chaos, whole, prisoner. The Master stood in front of them, holding the artifact they were supposed to get.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
CHAPTER 3
The two Chaos agents stood in front of the Master, speechless. A long moment of silence followed. Eventually Wilgas spoke, however his once confident and proud composure was now replaced with a fearful and nervous one. His fear could have been smelled from a mile away.
“Master! What are you doing here? And why is Chaos whole?” When the Master simply grinned, Wilgas suddenly realized what was going on; the Master had already anticipated Draconus’ intervention, and retrieved the artifact during the commotion. He had also brought the pieces of Chaos together with the Ritual of the Reunion, and now all that was left was a human sacrifice. Wilgas mutated himself into a Speeder and made a run for it while trying to teleport with the Gem. The Servant had figured this out long before Wilgas did and threw a highly concentrated Corruption blast at Wilgas’ back. He was dead before he hit the ground, and mutated back into his human state. The Servant looked at Wilgas with content. Defection was punishable by death, and Wilgas was not above this, no matter his merits. The Master motioned for him to get Wilgas’ body and bring it to him. In seconds the body was at the feet of the Master.
“It’s too bad, really. You had such talent.” The Master said. He had no idea how right he was.
Suddenly Wilgas, in a single flowing move, threw himself off the ground, mutated and thrust his Chaos sword through the Master’s chest. The Servant did nothing but simply sat down on the ground, sharpening his sword as Wilgas begin a furious assault on the Master, whose life was quickly coming to an end. The Servant never did care much about loyalty; he simply followed the strongest, and he had sensed Wilgas’ strength and potential, both of which were pretty impressing. When Wilgas finally calmed down the Master was nothing but a pile of flesh and bone. Wilgas looked at The Servant and muttered something barely audible, and The Servant complied, starting the Ritual of Revival, but with a key aspect changed; he integrated the Ritual of Control into it. The Ritual wouldn’t actually control him; you cannot control something that has no free will of its own anyway. Instead, he would actually gain a free will while retaining his bestial instincts, preventing him from going berserk and getting torn apart by the other Beings again. Wilgas offered the remains of the Master, which Chaos accepted. As soon as the last of the remains were absorbed the entire world seemed to be shaking and the crystal started to crack.
CHAPTER 4
Wilgas and The Servant watched as the crystal cracked and shattered, releasing Chaos itself. However, they were caught off guard by the explosion that followed, and both were thrown over 500 m away. They both quickly got on their feet and hurried back, but what they saw was nowhere near what they had expected.
In front of them a small boy was standing proudly, his clothes as pitch-black as his hair and his eyes as red as blood. At first Wilgas was dumbfounded. Is this… boy really the great and almighty Chaos? , He thought, but he then figured that the Ritual of Control must’ve changed Chaos’ appearance as well.
The Servant got down on his knees – While motioning for Wilgas to do the same – and held up his newly sharpened sword in an offering gesture.
The boy gracefully walked up to the Servant and grabbed the sword that was offered. Immediately the Servant felt his entire body freeze when Chaos touched the sword; and when Chaos turned to Wilgas and started to walk towards him the Servant could feel every muscle in his body relaxing after having been so tensed up he might as well had been a statue.
“I have seen what you and your partner have done; eliminating the Cult of Shadows was no small feat; nor was surviving the Sundering for that fact. You have served me well and shall be my closest subjects.” Chaos spoke in a dark, rumbling voice that seemed to make the ground itself shiver in fear. Wilgas found this to be an odd combination – his small body and stature with his dark, sinister voice – that somehow inspired both fear and respect at the same time.
Wilgas didn’t move an inch, afraid to offend the Great one. The Servant, however, rose and suddenly fired a corruption blast at Chaos’ back! Wilgas was just about to jump out in front of it when Chaos motioned to him to stay down. Chaos turned around and held up the sword as a shield, effectively stopping the blast in its tracks. The Servant smiled; that blast broke through the sound barrier effortlessly, and only the Great one could have such reflexes and speed that he was able to block it with such a simple move.
When the blast hit the sword it exploded in a manner that the Servant had not foreseen, and both him and Wilgas was again thrown several meters.
“I’m getting really tired of this.” Wilgas said humorously as he got back on his feet. The Servant just shook his head and got back up as well. Wilgas once again went down on his knees, but The Servant was still confused about something and decided to ask a bold question:
“My Lord, I must ask: why a boy? I mean, you are the almighty Chaos, shouldn’t you pick a form that better suits the greatness that is you?” The Servant said. Chaos dropped the sword and suddenly disappeared and The Servant felt an excruciating pain as smooth, black tentacles suddenly pierced his back and torso and his world went dark. Chaos wrapped his tentacles around The Servants body, lifted it high up in the air, and smashed him repeatedly into the ground, leaving greenish dark red blood where he hit the ground. Wilgas watched in horror as Chaos continued to ravage the corpse of The Servant, and he was in awe from the sheer brutality; Chaos didn’t even care that the body no longer had a single bone unbroken in it; he just kept smashing it into the ground like a child with a rattle.
Finally, Chaos stopped and released the corpse. When it hit the ground it made a splashing, gurgling noise, signifying the fact that there was nothing left but flesh and mangled bones in it. Wilgas was both amazed and disgusted. He then thought of something:
“Now I understand… You use that form to instill a feeling of confidence in the enemy (I mean, who would think a child could have such power? Or such a personality for that fact…), and then, when they lower their guard you unleash your full power upon them, right?” Wilgas thought he had figured it out, and he wasn’t very far off, but he was still surprised when he heard Chaos say:
“Not at all, I simply enjoy the look of hopelessness and despair in their faces before I slaughter them.” At first Wilgas thought isn’t that the same? But eventually he understood: Chaos didn’t choose that form to get a tactical advantage; he did it for the simplest reason; it was fun to see the terrified looks on his victims’ faces when they’re suddenly attacked viscously by a mere child. Then he remembered what The Servant had said before he met his end: He had questioned Chaos’ motives for choosing this form.
“Now… What should I do with you?” Chaos said, standing beside The Servant’s broken body, looking down on him. “Ah, I know!” Chaos lifted The Servant (what was left of him, anyway) of the ground with his tentacles and once again wrapped them around him. Wilgas was so distracted by the sight he didn’t notice the tentacles creeping towards him from behind before it was too late; soon his world went dark as well when the tentacles wrapped themselves around his body.
CHAPTER 5
Chaos lifted them both into midair and chaos energy started coursing through the tentacles surrounding them.
“It seems only fitting that you share my perspective of the world, don’t you think?” Chaos said up to them as a bright purple light started to shine from The Servant’s and Wilgas’ body. Soon their bodies started shaking uncontrollably as their entire bodies were being transformed, making the tentacles grip seemingly tighten.
When Chaos dropped Wilgas and The Servant on the ground they sprung to life and they immediately felt something was wrong.
“My lord, what have you done to us?” Wilgas didn’t even recognize his own voice; instead of his growling, dark voice a girlish, high pitched voice came out. He tried to look at his body to find a pair of small, naked breasts partially blocking his view. He hopped onto his feet and looked down on his body. The breasts still blocked his view but not as much now, and he was able to see that not only was he naked, his body was no longer his own: He had become a little girl! Chaos laughed and as he did so his voice changed as well; it became similarly high pitched like Wilgas’ and fitted his body much better. It also became more boyish and had a cocky attitude to it.
“I simply changed you to better fit as my entourage; it’s not fitting for a God to be surrounded by followers who are bigger than him, now is it?” Wilgas just stared at him, dumbfounded by how immature Chaos is, despite his divinity. Chaos laughed again. “Oh, and the new powers you have been given gives me complete control over you; if I so wish, I can use those powers to annihilate you from within. Do you understand?” Wilgas nodded, even though he didn’t even know what these new powers were. When The Servant got to terms with his new body – which was similar to Wilgas’, as if they were identical twins – he joined the conversation.
“Do not worry, my lord. We will not betray you.” The Servant’s voice was a bit darker and seemingly more mature than Wilgas’, which angered Wilgas greatly. The Servant, however did not take notice of this and instead tried to test his new powers. When he tried to channel his energy he was met by a sudden, painful energy-shock and dropped onto his knees. Chaos shook his head.
“Your new powers rely on your souls now, my servants. And seeming as I have changed your entire being, you should accept your changes and adapt to them. For example, your names aren’t Wilgas the Hungerer and The Servant, they are now Sireen the Seducer and Syria the Depraved. You are also females now, and I have molded your minds to fit this new gender.” Chaos was right; both Siren and Syria thought differently, which made this change of self a lot easier.
“Now, in order to utilize your new powers you have to realize who you truly are, and that is something you cannot do here.” Neither Sireen nor Syria understood what Chaos meant by this, and gave each other puzzled looks. This made them unaware of the black energy that flowed towards them and soon they were both wrapped up in it.
“What is th…” was all they could say before the darkness took them.
CHAPTER 6
SYRIA
Syria woke up to find that she had been seemingly transported to some sort of temple where men in black robes stared down at her. She remembered the dark energy that had taken her and tried to get up from the floor, only to find that she was being restrained by that very energy.
“What’s going on?! Let me go this instant!!” Syria screamed up to the men looking at her. They just kept looking at her.
Suddenly the crowd split apart to make way for another man in more decorated red robes.
“What is this? Has the great gods sent us another plaything?” He said. Another man from within the crowd spoke:
“And so young! She will certainly satisfy us for at least a couple of weeks, won’t she?” The crowd laughed a bit but silenced when the red robed man raised his hand.
“I’m sure she will satisfy us for longer than that; after all, she doesn’t have much choice, does she?” The red robed man said mockingly.
The crowd nodded in agreement. Syria suddenly felt dizzy as fumes rose up from the floor, and she soon fell asleep.
When she woke up she could feel that she wasn’t restrained by the dark energy and quickly sat up. She looked around to see that she was imprisoned together with several naked women and a couple of naked young girls as well. They noticed that she had awoken and the youngest one (Syria estimated her to be about the same age as her own body suggested) walked over to her, and sat down beside her.
“Are you ok?” She asked.
“I’m fine, but where am I?” Syria answered. The girl explained that they were prisoners of a cult known as the Cult of the Depraved, and that all the members were perverted men who used the women and girls for their sexual satisfaction. Syria suddenly remembered the title that Chaos had given her: Syria the Depraved. The girl concluded it all by claiming her name was Nyra. When Nyra asked Syria for her name Syria didn’t know what to say.
“My name…? Well, it used to be The Servant, but my master transformed me into the girl you see before you, and named me Syria the Depraved instead.” Nyra’s eyes went wide.
“Really? What’s your master’s name? Is he a member?” Nyra whispered, not wanting the others to hear. Syria explained everything that had happened from the moment Chaos was released to when she woke up in the cell. When she was done Syria suddenly realized that she had trusted a complete stranger with all of this, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
“Wow, that’s amazing! So he named you Syria the Depraved? Then you must’ve been sent here for a reason, right?” Nyra said. Syria nodded and they both spent what seemed like an hour trying to figure out why she was sent here. Suddenly the guards opened the gate to the cell.
“All right, kid. It’s time to say hello to your new masters.” One of them said, pointing at Syria.
“Don’t worry; they’re almost always gentle with first-timers.” Nyra whispered to Syria. Syria wasn’t prepared for the mental message that came afterwards, however, and screamed out loud from the pain of instinctively trying to fight back. When one of the guards slapped her across the face she calmed down and heard Nyra speak in her mind:
Although they usually are, they weren’t exactly “gentle” with me. I think that the younger they are, the rougher they treat you. Just be prepared. Syria was touched by Nyra’s genuine concern for some reason, and prepared for the worst.
The guards walked with Syria towards a big door at THE END
PROLOUGE
”Did you bring the gem?” asked the hooded man.
“Yes, here” answered the bum and handed over the purple-black gem. As it touched the hooded mans mutated, twisted hand, it suddenly rose and started to glow pitch black and the man rose with it, mutating into a chaos giant. The bum had a terrified look in his face.
“You said you would spare this world!!” he shouted in despair. The giant laughed from the bottom of his stomach as he grew bigger, and his right arm became a blurry mass that formed into a Hellfire cannon. He looked down on the terrified bum and said calmly:
“I lied.” The chaos giant aimed the cannon at the bum.
That was the last thing anyone ever saw of Wilson the bum, a caring character who sacrificed everything, trying to save the world that had forsaken him. Unfortunately, he failed miserably.
The really sad thing is that no one even noticed his passing.
The giant suddenly shrank and, to his disappointment, didn’t turn back into the man he once were. The gem that that transformed him in the first place returned to his hand and the black glow faded.
“Great”, he said to himself. “How am I supposed to finish the plan in this form?” Then he got an idea. He whispered a few words to the gem, and suddenly a flash of black light came from it and all of a sudden the monstrous thing that once stood there was gone. Instead, the hooded man was back and he smiled.
“Thank you”. He said while looking to the sky. He saw the little dot that had appeared in the sky. It wouldn’t be long before people would start to notice it as it grew larger, but only he had been blessed with the eyes of Chaos and could see the message it displayed:
Good job, my servant. The first stage of the plan has been completed. Now you will journey to the place that these wretched humans call the “White House”. I have dispatched another agent there. He is below your rank but has a very “special” ability, so treat him with respect. Afterwards you and the other one go into the White House. Kill anyone in the way. Inside you will sense a powerful item. Go to it. It is an artifact that Chaos placed so that we could make him whole again if He was betrayed by his brothers. Do not fail!
The hooded man smiled even more at the thought of him being the one who brought Chaos back together.
“I shall not fail!” he shouted. 2 minutes afterwards the police arrived to find the horrifying corpse of Wilson the bum, which was mutated beyond recognition, lying in a crater twice his size. The hooded man was nowhere to be seen.
CHAPTER 1
At the White House the individual known to his fellow tribesmen as “The Servant” looked at the mighty house that he and Wilgas the Hungerer (the hooded man) was to storm in a matter of minutes. According to his tribesmen Wilgas was a powerful “man” who had singlehandedly destroyed the Cult of shadows, thereby eliminating the last resistance that mankind had against the reuniting of Chaos himself.
Or so he thought.
Up high in the sky Draconus the Shade was overlooking Earth with despise in his face.
“Why? They have eliminated all resistance against them and should have left long ago!” His apprentice said who was standing beside him on the invisible floating island known as “shadow’s sanctuary”.
“Perhaps they are still here because of the reason they wiped the cult out in the first place”. The apprentice looked at Draconus with terror in his eyes.
“You don’t mean…?” the companion said with fear in his voice. Draconus nodded.
“Yes. They are planning to make him whole once again.” He looked down and a black flame appeared in his eyes. “And we’re going to stop them.” He jumped down into the clouds and his young apprentice was not far behind.
When Wilgas finally arrived The Servant was standing in a corner sharpening his blade in the shadows
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“So, you finally showed up? About time.” Wilgas was infuriated by the comment.
“I would have been here sooner but the Gem teleported me 50 000 m up in the air! Then the spell that kept my Blessing hidden wore off, and the Gem refused to cast it again!” The Servant laughed mockingly, angering Wilgas further.
“Shall we? The sooner we retrieve the artifact the sooner we can destroy this pitiful world.” He said. Wilgas did not move a muscle. “Hello? What are you doing? This is no time for games!” The Servant exclaimed. Suddenly the Chaos gem was floating in front of him. A flash of black light and a miniaturized chaos giant stood where Wilgas had stood. But, instead of a Hellfire cannon in place of his right arm, there was a sword of pure chaos. It was glowing black of energy and the monster smiled.
“So, the master must have chosen you for a reason. What’s your “special ability?” He said with a voice that wasn’t his own. The Servant smiled back and stepped out of the shadows. In his right hand was a sword unlike anything Wilgas had ever seen.
“I can summon a sword of any kind in seconds” The Servant said with a hint of bragging in his voice. He then closed his eyes, focused his power into his left hand and in seconds another sword, just as unique as the first, appeared in it. Wilgas was both impressed and confused. Was this the “special” ability the Master was talking about? He concluded it couldn’t be. Although a very impressing power, it was nothing that would make the Master order Wilgas to respect him.
“I doubt that’s the thing the Master meant.” Wilgas said calmly. The Servant Smiled once again.
“That’s correct. This is.” The Servant put the swords down and started mumbling with his hands together. When green-colored energy started flowing around The Servant’s hands Wilgas recognized the ritual: The Rite of Corruption. But it’s so simple and weak that only the novices use it. Perhaps The Servant had improved it somehow? After a little while the Rite was complete and The Servant focused his powers once again into his hands. When the energy was focused he turned against a woman passing by.
“Give her to me, and I’ll show you just what I can do.” Wilgas smirked and, with one quick and hard blow, knocked the woman out cold. He grabbed her quick to avoid unwanted attention, and handed her to The Servant. The Servant barely touched her before the woman started twitch and shake uncontrollably. The Servant smiled.
“Watch.” He said calmly. The woman began to mutate and soon she was an ever-changing blade-runner of chaos. Wilgas was speechless.
“H-how…” Wilgas had never seen a real corrupter in his entire life. “Weren’t all corrupters destroyed with the Sundering?” Wilgas now remembered an important lesson he had received when he still was a simple acolyte:
Nothing good can come from a corrupter. Remembering this lesson, Wilgas started to wonder whether this whole mission was a good idea or not.
“Not all. I’m the last one; and after the Reunion, I’ll be the only one.” The Servant said, looking up to the black dot in the sky. “He’s waiting. I ask again: Shall we?” The Servant released the blade-runner. “That will serve as a diversion.”
“Let’s go!” Wilgas charged his body to the limit and stormed into the White House, leaving the blade-runner to cause havoc in the streets in front of it. The Servant laughed gently and ran in after him. He found Wilgas standing perfectly still and then saw what was in front of them; two men covered in a black fog stood before them; a smile was barely visible under the mask of shadows that covered their faces.
“Hello, my friends. You’re late.”
CHAPTER 2
The duos stood on opposite sides of the small hallway inside the White House. Wilgas turned back into his human form. Disgusting as it is, he thought, this could be a negotiable matter and he didn’t want to scare them too much. Then he saw who was behind the mask of shadows as the black fog that covered his body faded away.
“Draconus!!” He shouted. Draconus smiled with the familiar look of despise in his eyes. “You must’ve been the one who made the Chaos gem teleport wrong! You put me through hell with that little stunt!” Draconus laughed mockingly.
“You entered hell when you started following the god of Chaos. You can barely control your ‘blessings’, and the god that you serve did nothing but destroy and kill when it was whole. Convert! Join the good side!” Draconus had no intention to forgive them for their deeds, but he was going to give them a chance to die pure of heart.
Of course, that was just wishful thinking. His question was answered when The Servant focused his powers once again and laid his hand on the wall next to him. The corruption spread quickly and everything around them mutated just like the woman outside. Soon office men of the government were trying to escape the walls that tried to eat them. Most of them didn’t make it. When they saw the four men standing in front of them, untouched, they stopped. Wilgas charged a chaos blast from his sword and threw it. It missed Draconus just barely and exploded in front of the office men. None survived.
“Never. We already know about our blessed god’s behavior, but we also know that we will be spared.” Wilgas said, knowing that they now had a superior advantage.
So, The Servant could be useful after all, huh? He thought.
“Now, step out of the way or we will make you.” The Servant said calmly. Draconus stepped aside and motioned for his apprentice to do the same.
“Fine. Get your artifact. Reunite your god. It will be your kind he kills first, Servant.” Wilgas stayed his ground. Servant? Does he mean the corrupter? He was confused, as the Cult of shadows always used to call him and his tribesmen “servants”.
“I’m not that concerned.” The Servant answered while walking between them. He then seemed to have gotten a change of heart, because he suddenly turned around with a big smirk on his face and his hand glowing with power.
“But just because you insulted the great lord of Chaos I will give you a little parting gift.” He said and in one swift move gripped Draconus’s apprentice’s neck. The companion started to have convulsions as he mutated and soon also he had become a blade-runner of Chaos. The creature stood still for a while and then decided to run out to the crowd to be with the other one.
“You… You monster! How dare you do something like that to my companion, my friend! For that you will die!” Draconus focused his powers in a way that Wilgas thought was very strange: he pulled the shadows around him and seemed to suck them inside him, like they were becoming a part of him. When he was done he slammed his hands into the ground, and shadows, without those around him leaving the spot, appeared out of nowhere and started crawling on the floor and walls. The shadows enveloped the area around them and Draconus stepped up from his kneeling position.
“Now you will see why people fear the dark...” The shadows enveloped everything. Wilgas stood there, knowing that if he moved he would face a certain death. The Servant stood still, also knowing this. When the shadows dispersed, the Servant was prepared, with green energy enveloping his hands and, just in case, floating just above the ground. Draconus was nowhere to be seen. Wilgas understood what was going on and quickly mutated his right arm, turning it into an All-seeing Eye. He aimed the eye upwards and fired a red beam which stopped in mid-air, formed into a ball of energy and then exploded. Suddenly Wilgas could see Draconus standing in front of him. Draconus punched the shocked Wilgas in his stomach and expected him to fall to the ground. Instead, his stomach mutated and seemingly swallowed Draconus’s hand.
“I don’t think you fully understand the control we have over the powers of chaos. Let me demonstrate”. Wilgas grabbed Draconus’s neck with his left hand and rose into the air. When he was at a comfortable height he dropped Draconus, who was now hanging with his arm still inside Wilgas’s stomach. Wilgas mutated his right arm yet again, and turned it into a Chaos rifle. He aimed it at Draconus, and the rifle’s muzzle started to glow with black energy.
“Now you will know the full power of our blessed god!” He screamed and fired the rifle. Draconus’s head was swallowed in a black beam that actually mutated the air around it, making it black as night. When the beam faded the air didn’t turn back but instead it dispersed into every direction possible, fading as it went further away. When Wilgas moved down from the center of the chaos-infected air he looked down at his stomach, expecting to find Draconus’s dead body hanging from it. What he found was nothing; there wasn’t anything left except the arm that was attached to his belly. Wilgas released the arm and dropped to the ground.
“Let’s go. We’ve wasted enough time already”. Wilgas said, annoyed. The Servant smiled.
“You haven’t figured out where we are yet, have you?” The Servant gestured to Wilgas to look behind him as he did the same. Wilgas turned around and froze.
They were looking at the crystal formation witch held Chaos, whole, prisoner. The Master stood in front of them, holding the artifact they were supposed to get.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
CHAPTER 3
The two Chaos agents stood in front of the Master, speechless. A long moment of silence followed. Eventually Wilgas spoke, however his once confident and proud composure was now replaced with a fearful and nervous one. His fear could have been smelled from a mile away.
“Master! What are you doing here? And why is Chaos whole?” When the Master simply grinned, Wilgas suddenly realized what was going on; the Master had already anticipated Draconus’ intervention, and retrieved the artifact during the commotion. He had also brought the pieces of Chaos together with the Ritual of the Reunion, and now all that was left was a human sacrifice. Wilgas mutated himself into a Speeder and made a run for it while trying to teleport with the Gem. The Servant had figured this out long before Wilgas did and threw a highly concentrated Corruption blast at Wilgas’ back. He was dead before he hit the ground, and mutated back into his human state. The Servant looked at Wilgas with content. Defection was punishable by death, and Wilgas was not above this, no matter his merits. The Master motioned for him to get Wilgas’ body and bring it to him. In seconds the body was at the feet of the Master.
“It’s too bad, really. You had such talent.” The Master said. He had no idea how right he was.
Suddenly Wilgas, in a single flowing move, threw himself off the ground, mutated and thrust his Chaos sword through the Master’s chest. The Servant did nothing but simply sat down on the ground, sharpening his sword as Wilgas begin a furious assault on the Master, whose life was quickly coming to an end. The Servant never did care much about loyalty; he simply followed the strongest, and he had sensed Wilgas’ strength and potential, both of which were pretty impressing. When Wilgas finally calmed down the Master was nothing but a pile of flesh and bone. Wilgas looked at The Servant and muttered something barely audible, and The Servant complied, starting the Ritual of Revival, but with a key aspect changed; he integrated the Ritual of Control into it. The Ritual wouldn’t actually control him; you cannot control something that has no free will of its own anyway. Instead, he would actually gain a free will while retaining his bestial instincts, preventing him from going berserk and getting torn apart by the other Beings again. Wilgas offered the remains of the Master, which Chaos accepted. As soon as the last of the remains were absorbed the entire world seemed to be shaking and the crystal started to crack.
CHAPTER 4
Wilgas and The Servant watched as the crystal cracked and shattered, releasing Chaos itself. However, they were caught off guard by the explosion that followed, and both were thrown over 500 m away. They both quickly got on their feet and hurried back, but what they saw was nowhere near what they had expected.
In front of them a small boy was standing proudly, his clothes as pitch-black as his hair and his eyes as red as blood. At first Wilgas was dumbfounded. Is this… boy really the great and almighty Chaos? , He thought, but he then figured that the Ritual of Control must’ve changed Chaos’ appearance as well.
The Servant got down on his knees – While motioning for Wilgas to do the same – and held up his newly sharpened sword in an offering gesture.
The boy gracefully walked up to the Servant and grabbed the sword that was offered. Immediately the Servant felt his entire body freeze when Chaos touched the sword; and when Chaos turned to Wilgas and started to walk towards him the Servant could feel every muscle in his body relaxing after having been so tensed up he might as well had been a statue.
“I have seen what you and your partner have done; eliminating the Cult of Shadows was no small feat; nor was surviving the Sundering for that fact. You have served me well and shall be my closest subjects.” Chaos spoke in a dark, rumbling voice that seemed to make the ground itself shiver in fear. Wilgas found this to be an odd combination – his small body and stature with his dark, sinister voice – that somehow inspired both fear and respect at the same time.
Wilgas didn’t move an inch, afraid to offend the Great one. The Servant, however, rose and suddenly fired a corruption blast at Chaos’ back! Wilgas was just about to jump out in front of it when Chaos motioned to him to stay down. Chaos turned around and held up the sword as a shield, effectively stopping the blast in its tracks. The Servant smiled; that blast broke through the sound barrier effortlessly, and only the Great one could have such reflexes and speed that he was able to block it with such a simple move.
When the blast hit the sword it exploded in a manner that the Servant had not foreseen, and both him and Wilgas was again thrown several meters.
“I’m getting really tired of this.” Wilgas said humorously as he got back on his feet. The Servant just shook his head and got back up as well. Wilgas once again went down on his knees, but The Servant was still confused about something and decided to ask a bold question:
“My Lord, I must ask: why a boy? I mean, you are the almighty Chaos, shouldn’t you pick a form that better suits the greatness that is you?” The Servant said. Chaos dropped the sword and suddenly disappeared and The Servant felt an excruciating pain as smooth, black tentacles suddenly pierced his back and torso and his world went dark. Chaos wrapped his tentacles around The Servants body, lifted it high up in the air, and smashed him repeatedly into the ground, leaving greenish dark red blood where he hit the ground. Wilgas watched in horror as Chaos continued to ravage the corpse of The Servant, and he was in awe from the sheer brutality; Chaos didn’t even care that the body no longer had a single bone unbroken in it; he just kept smashing it into the ground like a child with a rattle.
Finally, Chaos stopped and released the corpse. When it hit the ground it made a splashing, gurgling noise, signifying the fact that there was nothing left but flesh and mangled bones in it. Wilgas was both amazed and disgusted. He then thought of something:
“Now I understand… You use that form to instill a feeling of confidence in the enemy (I mean, who would think a child could have such power? Or such a personality for that fact…), and then, when they lower their guard you unleash your full power upon them, right?” Wilgas thought he had figured it out, and he wasn’t very far off, but he was still surprised when he heard Chaos say:
“Not at all, I simply enjoy the look of hopelessness and despair in their faces before I slaughter them.” At first Wilgas thought isn’t that the same? But eventually he understood: Chaos didn’t choose that form to get a tactical advantage; he did it for the simplest reason; it was fun to see the terrified looks on his victims’ faces when they’re suddenly attacked viscously by a mere child. Then he remembered what The Servant had said before he met his end: He had questioned Chaos’ motives for choosing this form.
“Now… What should I do with you?” Chaos said, standing beside The Servant’s broken body, looking down on him. “Ah, I know!” Chaos lifted The Servant (what was left of him, anyway) of the ground with his tentacles and once again wrapped them around him. Wilgas was so distracted by the sight he didn’t notice the tentacles creeping towards him from behind before it was too late; soon his world went dark as well when the tentacles wrapped themselves around his body.
CHAPTER 5
Chaos lifted them both into midair and chaos energy started coursing through the tentacles surrounding them.
“It seems only fitting that you share my perspective of the world, don’t you think?” Chaos said up to them as a bright purple light started to shine from The Servant’s and Wilgas’ body. Soon their bodies started shaking uncontrollably as their entire bodies were being transformed, making the tentacles grip seemingly tighten.
When Chaos dropped Wilgas and The Servant on the ground they sprung to life and they immediately felt something was wrong.
“My lord, what have you done to us?” Wilgas didn’t even recognize his own voice; instead of his growling, dark voice a girlish, high pitched voice came out. He tried to look at his body to find a pair of small, naked breasts partially blocking his view. He hopped onto his feet and looked down on his body. The breasts still blocked his view but not as much now, and he was able to see that not only was he naked, his body was no longer his own: He had become a little girl! Chaos laughed and as he did so his voice changed as well; it became similarly high pitched like Wilgas’ and fitted his body much better. It also became more boyish and had a cocky attitude to it.
“I simply changed you to better fit as my entourage; it’s not fitting for a God to be surrounded by followers who are bigger than him, now is it?” Wilgas just stared at him, dumbfounded by how immature Chaos is, despite his divinity. Chaos laughed again. “Oh, and the new powers you have been given gives me complete control over you; if I so wish, I can use those powers to annihilate you from within. Do you understand?” Wilgas nodded, even though he didn’t even know what these new powers were. When The Servant got to terms with his new body – which was similar to Wilgas’, as if they were identical twins – he joined the conversation.
“Do not worry, my lord. We will not betray you.” The Servant’s voice was a bit darker and seemingly more mature than Wilgas’, which angered Wilgas greatly. The Servant, however did not take notice of this and instead tried to test his new powers. When he tried to channel his energy he was met by a sudden, painful energy-shock and dropped onto his knees. Chaos shook his head.
“Your new powers rely on your souls now, my servants. And seeming as I have changed your entire being, you should accept your changes and adapt to them. For example, your names aren’t Wilgas the Hungerer and The Servant, they are now Sireen the Seducer and Syria the Depraved. You are also females now, and I have molded your minds to fit this new gender.” Chaos was right; both Siren and Syria thought differently, which made this change of self a lot easier.
“Now, in order to utilize your new powers you have to realize who you truly are, and that is something you cannot do here.” Neither Sireen nor Syria understood what Chaos meant by this, and gave each other puzzled looks. This made them unaware of the black energy that flowed towards them and soon they were both wrapped up in it.
“What is th…” was all they could say before the darkness took them.
CHAPTER 6
SYRIA
Syria woke up to find that she had been seemingly transported to some sort of temple where men in black robes stared down at her. She remembered the dark energy that had taken her and tried to get up from the floor, only to find that she was being restrained by that very energy.
“What’s going on?! Let me go this instant!!” Syria screamed up to the men looking at her. They just kept looking at her.
Suddenly the crowd split apart to make way for another man in more decorated red robes.
“What is this? Has the great gods sent us another plaything?” He said. Another man from within the crowd spoke:
“And so young! She will certainly satisfy us for at least a couple of weeks, won’t she?” The crowd laughed a bit but silenced when the red robed man raised his hand.
“I’m sure she will satisfy us for longer than that; after all, she doesn’t have much choice, does she?” The red robed man said mockingly.
The crowd nodded in agreement. Syria suddenly felt dizzy as fumes rose up from the floor, and she soon fell asleep.
When she woke up she could feel that she wasn’t restrained by the dark energy and quickly sat up. She looked around to see that she was imprisoned together with several naked women and a couple of naked young girls as well. They noticed that she had awoken and the youngest one (Syria estimated her to be about the same age as her own body suggested) walked over to her, and sat down beside her.
“Are you ok?” She asked.
“I’m fine, but where am I?” Syria answered. The girl explained that they were prisoners of a cult known as the Cult of the Depraved, and that all the members were perverted men who used the women and girls for their sexual satisfaction. Syria suddenly remembered the title that Chaos had given her: Syria the Depraved. The girl concluded it all by claiming her name was Nyra. When Nyra asked Syria for her name Syria didn’t know what to say.
“My name…? Well, it used to be The Servant, but my master transformed me into the girl you see before you, and named me Syria the Depraved instead.” Nyra’s eyes went wide.
“Really? What’s your master’s name? Is he a member?” Nyra whispered, not wanting the others to hear. Syria explained everything that had happened from the moment Chaos was released to when she woke up in the cell. When she was done Syria suddenly realized that she had trusted a complete stranger with all of this, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
“Wow, that’s amazing! So he named you Syria the Depraved? Then you must’ve been sent here for a reason, right?” Nyra said. Syria nodded and they both spent what seemed like an hour trying to figure out why she was sent here. Suddenly the guards opened the gate to the cell.
“All right, kid. It’s time to say hello to your new masters.” One of them said, pointing at Syria.
“Don’t worry; they’re almost always gentle with first-timers.” Nyra whispered to Syria. Syria wasn’t prepared for the mental message that came afterwards, however, and screamed out loud from the pain of instinctively trying to fight back. When one of the guards slapped her across the face she calmed down and heard Nyra speak in her mind:
Although they usually are, they weren’t exactly “gentle” with me. I think that the younger they are, the rougher they treat you. Just be prepared. Syria was touched by Nyra’s genuine concern for some reason, and prepared for the worst.
The guards walked with Syria towards a big door at THE END
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