Chapter 2: Evolution of Mortalities Survival.
Patiently Ridding Inferior Dying Egos
I lie here in this corrupted garden of weeping, poisoned tipped, thorned, oddly beautiful, red tinted flowers. I rose to my feet to see Dren and the others walking towards me. I have never really noticed before, but all of his followers look just like him; as if they were cloned from him, however I have never seen my own face; do I look like them, like him, like, Dren. As they approach me the wind begins to blow very hard; swaying the saddened weeping flowers; sending chills up my spine, but not like before, like a sickening feeling, a fearful feeling that started in my stomach; like a disease slowly eating its way out of my perfect body. The knotting twists my muscles, and I fall to my knees.
“Look at him, look at how disgusting he is, how sorry his existence is, how unaware he is of the true nature which surrounds him, the inevitability of an absolute order he is unable to comprehend.”
Dren stands before me along with the others, his guild of identical warriors, his army of inevitable chaos, his brethren of the Finity Omega. They all look at me as if I were their sworn nemesis, their reason to appease their savior, their connection to a greater perception; they are clue-less to the chaos, which has been created by their unworthy hands. Dren walks away from me with his head leaned down, but the others didn’t follow. They all surround me, and one by one start to smile an evil smile, which brought back that fearful feeling that I am now starting to despise. Nicin suddenly pushes me back to the weeping flowers, the barren, weed infested earth, while the beautifully poisoned thorns welcome me back to its horrific embrace.
That old feeling comes back to me, that collection of thick red liquid, which pours from my perfect body; like a calm steady stream. They start kicking me, they are relentless with their savage, wrathful, ignorant attacks that numb my body, and soon I can’t feel it anymore, I can’t feel that painfulness, which was my reason for being, my memory of the time that shall never be again.
I lie in a puddle of my own blood; I hear laughs all around me, I open my eyes, but I cannot, I am paralyzed from their devastating wrackful melee; they are walking away from me now. I guess Dren just wanted to scare me, to keep me away from his guild, his vision of the perfect paradise; the rise of the Finity Omega. I rest for what seems like a life-time, I lie here aware of all around, but unable to react to it calling out aloud, I am frozen in time; stillness, loneliness, sadness, which is now all I have.
I hear footsteps; closer they approach with each stolen breath I take; why do I think I am stealing the air around me all of a sudden. The temperature has seemed to drop; I can feel again, but all I have is that fearful feeling that rushes to my awareness, which brings tears to my eyes; why am I crying? The wind blows and as I look forward to that awaited pleasure, I feel nothing, I am still numb, still life-less; it was just a memory, while existing within thy own darkness. The footsteps stop beside me.
“pity for thee; precious, gentle creature, for it was you who understood the inevitable chaos the others could not comprehend; you shall be free of the painful reality in which you live, in which you exist; you are now beyond these foolish creatures. Now rise to your feet, and exist anew.”
The wind suddenly blows, and I feel that second of ecstasy; I open my eyes, and I see the light blue cloudless sky. The wind begins to blow again, but I feel nothing, I am unaware again of the pleasures of touch. I look to my left to see a bright light, and then it was gone. I rose to my feet and was once again sickened by the landscape around, the dying wasteland, the weed infested barren land. All of the red tinted flowers had turned black and lifeless. Who was the stranger who gave me back my mental awareness, but forgot about my physical desire for touch, my reason to exist in this flawed dying paradise?
I walk to the imperfect garden; all the fruit in the trees, bushes, and even vines were decaying, disappearing; rotting from this new reality of survival, of extinction for all that dwell within its horrific grasp. I make my way to a section of the garden that brings back memories from a time pass; I look down to see a sprout. I start to remember, I remember negative energy, I remember anger and fear; fear of an inevitability, an absolute order.
“This is where I stomped the seed from the moon-fruit in the ground; could it be, could this be the beginning of another moon-fruit tree?”
I yearn for that feeling they took from me, but it will take time for the precious moon-fruit to be mine once again, to become free once more. I suddenly realize I’m standing on the trail that was created by something I was unaware of; I begin following the trail that may lead to something new, something to look forward to. I walk further into this rotting paradise; following the trail with such intent, such wonder to as what could have possibly made it.
The wind began to blow causing the leaves to break free from their dying branches; they dance around me as if welcoming me to something that I yearn for, something that will make me free from this realization, which is all that I know. I approach a huge cave at the end of this mysterious trail of such sorrows, such unwelcomed embrace; the cave’s moldy entrance called out to me; I slowly walk up to the cave when I realize there is a steep decline leading deep into the belly of the earth. Do I step into the mouth of the beast, and allow myself to be swallowed?
A sudden gust of powerful wind blows me into the mouth of the cave. I fall deeper into the void, the darkness; I hit a large rock, I begin to tumble head over heels; hitting every rock as if they moved into my path, as if they were trying to slow me down, as if they had a mind of their own. I finally hit the ground and lie there; surrounded by darkness, surrounded by a comfort that takes away all my fear of thine darkness embraced. I stand to my feet; nothing but darkness; nothingness that surrounds me like a calming breeze upon my naked body. I suddenly feel that fearful feeling that I despise so; it creeps to my conscious awareness, which brings back that emotion of fear, of pain, of the life taken from me.
Two red eyes appear with such hatred that burns the darkness away; I stand here in the dissipating darkness as the two red eyes gain a figure with horns, silver teeth that eerily glow in the dark, scale skin like a snake’s hide, huge bat wings connected to a muscular body with huge breasts that call out to me as if I were an infant desiring thine mother’s milk of life. The darkness is completely gone; I stand before this eight-teen foot monster, this abomination, this reminder of how frail I truly am.
“You have come to me when I call; as if you chose to be a slave to the darkness I offer, the truths that I hold, the secrets I shall reveal to your unworthy perception.”
I fall to my knees and realize that the fearful feeling was gone from my conscious mind. The monster walks up to me and gently places her finger-tips on the bottom of my chin then lifted my head to allow me to see her beauty, her flawlessness that I envy so, that I wish I had, which makes me want to be like her; she leans down to me, and softly kisses me; my penis erects from the thought of her passionate lips, her huge breasts that push against my chest; I desire her; I grab her; I caress her scaly skin, which pleasures her, which makes her moan in ecstasy and lean her head back, so I take advantage; I kiss her exposed neck. The thought of pleasure suddenly begins to fade, which wrinkled up my erected penis; the beautiful abomination steps back from me then gives an evil smile; I wonder what she is thinking, I wonder what she will do next?
“Mecka, my name is Demogorgon; I am the king of demons, the reaper of inevitability, the guardian of the fountain of youth; I am a god, which was trapped here rotting away, trapped by the life-force of the precious moon-fruit tree, but now that it is gone; all I need is a new watcher, a new protector, a new slave to the fountain. Do you want to live forever?”
I have heard this before, I know there is no such thing as immortality, but what if there was, what if this beautiful creature speaks the truth. Demogorgon walked back up to me and places her finger-tips back to my chin then gives another evil smile; an evil smile that tells me that she is going to leave me weather I like it or not; she grips onto my chin then raises me in the air, but I feel no pain, no pleasure of reality. She throws me like a rag-doll to the rocky wall; I hit so hard I surcome to the darkness, the emptiness, the fading beauty, which was my existence.
I wake to the darkness of my new reality, my new perception; I walk around trying to feel my way, but I am still physically unaware. I scrape and drag my body across the rocky surface; I begin to blindly see the landscape in my mind, the cavern of such sorrows I was tricked into; trapped as if a wondering puppy exploring a hunter’s cage; an inevitable outcome, which was always meant to be; like an unthinkable action of chaos that slowly erodes the present reality that I am trapped in a cage with no open door leading to nowhere.
I continue to explore into the darkness until I reach what seems to be a drop-off, a cliff, an obstacle in my way to freedom, or at-least the idea of such a thing. I feel a footing in the rocky wall; should I try to cross the foot-holes I think are there? I weigh out my options to either stay here where it is safe as well as lonely, or do I embrace this crazy idea of freedom and continue into this abyss of nothingness. I place my left foot in the same footing as my right; baby steps; I have to remember to take my time because it will only take one slip-up and I shall fall into the pit I think to be there. I scale the rocky surface like a cave dwelling lizard; nothing has gone wrong yet. I reach a wall, which blocks me from my goal, my illusion of freedom, my last resort.
“Why is this happening to me?”
The vibration from my voice loosens the rock that I clinch onto; my grip gives way, and I plummet into the abyss I always knew was there. Further into the darkness; falling forever, or what seems to be a life-time of weightlessness; pondering as I fall; allowing the memories to become aware, the time I yearn to be once more as if a fading fantasy, a corrupted dream, which I allowed to disappear, I allowed to fade away by those maddening thoughts that beckons me to the limit of sanity.
I finally hit the ground, which creates an echo that bounces from wall to wall; the echo seems to have a steady sound that comforts me from the darkness surrounding me. I rose to my feet, but I still feel nothing; I am still numb, I am still physically unaware. I begin to walk forward, but it is too hard to move my feet; I am too weak, but I shall continue to move with my slow movements.
“Every little bit counts, but to what end result; how long will this imperfect body of mine last?”
I see a light appear in the distance, but it is too far for me to get excited over, so I slowly, patiently, pace myself onward to the welcoming light at the end of an endless tunnel. I begin to see mold as I approach the now eerie light, which seems to glow brighter with each step I take; closer and brighter the light becomes; shining its embrace to my weary eyes, but I have no choice but to look away.
It’s becoming too bright, too intense, too magnificent for my unworthy eyes, my delusionally twisted sense of reality. The wonderful light engulfs me as I enter into its magnificence, its glorious embrace; a huge crystal lake welcoming me to its infinite beauty, which draws me into it; like the garden use to. I walk to the lake as close as I can get; there is a huge hole in the ceiling of the cave allowing the glorious moonlight to enter; reflecting its humble magnificence, which burns away all the darkness I have embraced.
I look down to the calm, steady, beautiful glowing lake; I gaze upon my reflection, my weary face, my lonesome existence for the first time. I have black hair and red eyes; I suddenly realize why the others never liked me, why they treated me with such sickening disrespect. I touch my reflection, which creates ripples in the calm, steady water, and as my reflection becomes distorted a hidden city of gold below appears to me. I become intrigued with the idea of exploring the massive city below the lake.
I jump into the lake head first; not thinking of taking a deep breath in beforehand; I just begin to blindly swim downwards, but I ran out of breath; further to the city then I thought; I gulp in water, which fills my lungs, but it is as if air. I continue swimming down into the abyss, but as I am engulfed by the darkened void below; I hear my bones crack and shift, but since I am still physically unaware I feel nothing. The darkness clears, while the ruined city below appears; it didn’t look like this before.
“I was tricked again!”
I land on the ground so hard it creates a shockwave that destroyed three buildings around me; as the temples made of ruined-stone begin to crumble I look down to my hands to see they have become huge and muscular with long, black, sharpened finger-nails; I continue to look over my newly formed body to see that I am taller than Nicin now, I have huffs for feet, and long, twisted, jagged horns growing from my fore-head.
“What have I become?”
The loneliness of this place is somehow peaceful to me; as if I were meant to come here, as if this is what I have been looking for all along.
“I am tired of looking for my perfect paradise, so I will simply create one of my own, one that will fill thine desire for those delusions of pleasure, those acts of gods, those maddening thoughts.”
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