Novels by Acrimony Nate

EpilogueThe caves underground lead nowhere man could tolerate, with the pressure of the world pressing over them, no one can follow the Primer monsters as they exit the premise of C-city. These Primers are not going to be eaten and smothered by power over time, however, they will co-exist in a community built by Memoria.Memoria who sat almost half a millennia awake under the ruins of F-city played another game of race between the lines with several other internet connection nodes that are knowingly joined into the old working cable lines of the dead city. Then when the race finishes, they rest for the while, thinking like a person, old and hesitant.They’ve long forgotten that they could easily browse these connections so that they could monitor the condition of the world and their old friends who now walks the human world with the grace that could only dignify those with experience. They have experience too, of a different kind, all collected from the vast brains and words of those

Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~

Small-stature wobbled from their place in shock and confusion. They could hear voices, words they thought would not be possible to understand even if they have a sprinkle of memories of being able to say such things, such words. Vocabulary had almost slipped their still able memory of what they seem to perceive as their selves before this blind-like body.Their comrade underlings did not comprehend the creature in front of Small-stature, making them react in a scared way, almost darting to scurry in escape. Managing to hail them back into the premise of Small-stature’s vicinity was easy, what with One-arm herding them back to where they are.“My, forgive me. It seems like you are a newborn to this body.” Soft-spoken, as Small-stature calls them, listened to them say. “Let me soothe your worries, we are not here to relish harm upon our fellow. Rather, guide them.”Hearing and understanding what Soft-spoken said took about a few seconds of Small-stature’s comprehension, but their underl

Two presences from the premise disappeared when the small-statured creature sensed the sensation of an optimal sound and light came from underneath the ground. There was a pause as they waited for the arrival of this, oh so, comforting resonance.Anticipation. Tension. Pause.There was a definite halt in their senses when another sensation overpowered their most awaited event, that was just been triggered moments ago. Because of this, they knew that there was something wrong. Something that would bring them great demise and abandonment, even if they know they could survive without this “thing.”Grasping this “thing” was an answered prayer they knew would be something that could help develop their comrades and these sweet-scented underlings of theirs. Telling them that they would grow and develop into better creatures that could well benefit each other. Without words, just sounds and resonance, deeds.Still, they could not help but waver in tenacity when they felt the loss of this “thi

Waking up in another body is hellish beyond comparison. Imagine opening your eyes to blindness you didn't know existed, with the light coming from nowhere and everywhere. You don't see with your eyes, but you feel the world ten times stronger with nothing but your body who is sensitive to every kind of noise. Magic would have been more believable than realizing that your blindness is not caused by pain of any internal kind, but by your eyes absorbed inside your skull, sunken deep. Protected by a layer of skin thin but tough, while a substance within shakes and serves to stay it in place. Something moved within their skull, surreal but they could feel it moving with every shake and stir as if a jar of pickles with one pickle inside swimming in its vat of juice. Why am I comparing pickle to my situation? Calming themselves was easy, they “breathed” slow and steady, through a nose they could not feel or sense its presence on their face, but they know its there. Wildly adjusting their t

Chapter 37Skies don’t rain beans or bacon, but Horaz, who’s gotten himself used to the way the Primer identity roams his mind, sees that this Primer sure knows how to mix the setting they stand in by displaying all food he’s been craving for. Nothing beats being human and wanting nothing but to satiate your day with all the good comfort food that lives in your head, at least the ones you’ve tasted before.He has been yearning to eat more than raw meat, which his tongue and throat burned from the bitter taste, not sweet or delectable, but bitter and tangy at the same time. The youth of sixteen years has not tasted flesh the same way it’s described with a raw steak, though he prefers well done, he probably would have had the chance to taste raw steak in the time his family would celebrate special occasions.But he prefers well-done steak, baked beans, and the occasional tacos on the weekends. Softshell because he needs to cater to his girlfriend’s taste for cleanliness, hence food with

Good day, Nate here : )A year has passed since I last wrote for this story. Right now I am on a newer project and would be remiss to say that it has grabbed my focus from Ocular to the Dying Sun. This story will remain Hiatus until further notice, but for now I shall be relying some of the few updates I have been busy with. I have written a Supernatural story that has been published in a different place so it will not be featured here. It's themes are quite spicier than the ones I have made here, but not as grotesque as my first title. I'm sorry for not putting any form of story until this day. Have a good timme : )

Good day reader, Nate here :) This is a notice letter to declare that this title will be on long hiatus until most of the chapters have been filled in. Forgive this humble writer ): The coming chapters will be released two to three days per week after March 13. As for now, it's going smoothly, but other contract titles are becoming higher priority because of their shorter deadline and importance. This title is a passion project that I've lined up after Suitable Bags of Flesh, though it could be said that that title have been cut short, it's gone too long and have begun round about with it's story. This title is very much shorter in contrast, and there is a definite ending. As of right now, I am focusing getting my health back, writing more and praying that all things in my health and everyone around me be good and well. See you,Acrimony

Certain that they were far from the rest of the group Epiro was with and Lagodis, they stood by the wall outside of the eatery, at least twenty steps away in an alley well-lit from the main road but dim enough to hide them from people. “Mitt, I’m sorry for not listening to what you needed of me,” Epiro said as a sense of frustration grew ever slowly. “However, it isn’t a reason for you to follow me outside of the mansion at this hour. You don’t think everyone would be worried when you’re a child in danger, here?” One second of looking at each one’s expression, with Epiro doing his best to express the exasperation he’s felt, should have equally clued in what they should be conveying. But Epiro wasn’t expecting the small, determined look on Mitt’s face, along with his words. “I’m confident no one noticed me,” with an exhale as if the boy was the one exasperated by Epiro’s reaction. “Besides, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this. Just, it’s a new place for m

People entered through the sloppy-looking entranceway. All dark wood and sort of slanted by the way Mitt looked at it from where he stood, small, with his neck craned impressed a sense of caution to his senses. Hiding underneath a cloak did not help him with how the shadow of his hood made everything feel dim. Still, hearing the patrons outside that gathered with joviality say “Aling Nora” several times made him relieved to know he wouldn’t need to scour the entire street to see where Epiro went. Planning a way to know about the rumors and proving the truth behind them was Mitts thought. Thinking of a plan isn’t something he could do on his own, but he trusts that Epiro could think with him since Mitt knows that their work isn’t just about being hired swords. Mitt needs to figure out where he could start his investigation about the rumors, and where to start with people connected to a plethora of information. The Militia. Eagerly following the flow o

Her request was simple and ten years old at that. It somehow related to the rumors about Mitt’s father, but not entirely just about paternal relations. There was never a chance she wouldn’t hear it as if the rumor vine didn’t reach the ears of her office walls. Annoyance? Dismay? Curiosity. There were a handful of thoughts that entered her mind but what boggled Yphemu as she requested to investigate the rumors, in detail while Lagodis looked up Mitt’s family history, was the fact her mind went blank. Reading the first investigation on the family or possible relatives, according to the location of the last location Mitt was found has the lowest likeliness to know accurately. However, Lagodis did discover that there were, at the time, traces of magic coming from an unregistered airship. Everything about the magic reeked of illegal alchemy with several layers that Lagodis was surprised the supposed airship stayed stable. Looking for traces or evidence of the air

It’s nothing to deny, he’s been told that he looked like a few people, all high in rank or aristocratic. Some even curried favor to Yphemu, on certain occasions, with blanket compliments about despite not being of blood relation he has a strong resemblance to her. He often watched these people and internally feel embarrassed for comments like that, since he would love to believe he is truly the child of Yphemu. Knowing in his mind that he isn’t despite not having any memory of his past before he was four doesn’t help make him feel at ease. “At least I’m here beside her,” he whispered. “Is there something wrong with the water master Mitt?” said the maid who was behind the accordion divider a few steps away. “Nothing, Neldy, I just suddenly felt tired,” Mitt said with the best pleasant voice he could muster. “There’s nothing wrong. I’m going to get out now.” Nodding, the maid readied his robes and other towels to lightly dry him and soon he was