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Transcendence. Torments of Nate Deon Chapter 5 TROUBLE, FEAR INCARNATE - PART 2
KEIN That’s right no one will stand in my way. No one!! We had no true names, we had no true forms. Yet, we aren’t so different from humans; Factions, politics, wars and skirmishes. Our kind aren’t as united as the humans but in sharing mutual goals we bound together. A dark and red world where only destruction exists. It is in our nature; our kind pride themselves with strength and power. We fight to take, to impose our ideals. A world of what you humans call ‘suffering’. Our own destruction is but an outcome to enforcing such ideals to those who oppose, in a fight for supremacy. I’m not sure how many of my kind has been lost, returned to void over such skirmishes. The weak are plucked. It may be a contradiction to say, as I have already stated, by ideals are meaningless, only strength holds true power. And we fight to attain such power, individual or as a faction. Even I fought to grasp such power. To rise up the ladder scale of power by defeating anyone one in your way, vanq
Transcendence. Torments of Nate Deon Epilogue STOWAWAY
“Another dead end, huh.” I whisper to myself. I didn’t get anything from him, as well. It’s the situation that made this. He probably had answers but it was either I gave in to his demands, letting go of my goal or getting out of here and that was something I couldn’t do so killing him was good, although… I now know a clue of who to ask if I ever meet them again. What was all this for? Why bring me here…? Thinking about this now, being so cautious was a waste of time. I should have just dealt with all this the moment I got here. Just so weak. The weakest of the so called Arch demons I’ve faced. … Either way I didn’t matter what happened to the people in here. But why did I have the thought of rather saving them during the whole time I was fighting him, instead of my escape? Crack—Suddenly I hear a sound, like glass cracking. It came from above! I look up and I can clearly see the swelling of the light blue colors of the dome and what seems to be crack growing like webs. When the
Transcendence. Torments of Nate Deon Side Stories 1. The Awakening
Sixty three years ago… I can’t see. What’s going on? Am I dead? No, I don’t think so, that’s good at least… I can’t open my eyes. What’s up with that? I can’t feel my arms… How about my legs…? No, nothing. Something feels coarse around my body. Wait, I feel something? That’s good. I’m definitely alive. Where am I? …Who… am I? I can’t seem to remember. I don’t think now is the time to worry about that. I have to figure of what to do, why I can’t move and where I am. With the coarse texture of what has enveloped around me, which could probably be what’s keeping me pinned. I think I’m buried under something, sand. How long have I been under here? And why am I not dead, let alone not suffocating? Okay how is this happening? That’s good—Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining or anything but… Is this even possible? That’s the least of my problems now. Since I am alive it stands to reason that I must find a way out of this grave… but how, if I can’t even move my anything? I’ll
Transcendence. Torments of Nate Deon Side Stories 2. A Century And Half Old Hunger
There’s nothing here! Not a single structure in sight. Where do I go? Where do I start? I’m I the only here? First, my body, I have to find a way to gain control of it. I can’t do much if I can’t move… What do I do now? I’m I going to stand here forever? Ugh… What the hell? I fall to my knees, grabbing tightly to my stomach—black long locks of hair fall within my sights. What’s this feeling? I feel empty! Like my insides are being torn to shreds… Is this hunger? If it is then I’m so so hungry. I could eat almost anything. Where do I get food to eat? There’s not a sign of anything. What’s this? I wasn’t paying attention at first, but why does my hand have these markings and why do I look so pale and most importantly why do I look so scrawny? For some reason it’s not something that’s bothers me. But that does give me a clue to how long I was stuck in my grave—not the specific time but long enough. Suddenly, in a jerk I stand. I begin to move in the opposite direction of the sun—
Transcendence. Torments of Nate Deon Book 2- Prologue 1 GHOST IN THE RUIN
The horizon was lit with a bright orange-pink glow as the sun was about rising ushering in the beginning of a new day in the desert town. This should have been the time that desert town was already bustling, yet for some reason it was silent, empty. The feeling was like that of a ghost town. Not even a single soul was up about their usual morning routines. At a glance it felt like the place had just been abandoned, although it didn’t exactly feel like a ghost town, there was a certain calm to it. A calm that wasn’t there before, only unavoidable tension. As the morning became brighter and the sun rose higher in the sky the state of the ruin remained unchanged. It felt even more void of life. Just like that the sun went down and night came, cold as usual. The stone lamps which were hanged the previous night, had been left on throughout the day had made their glow now faint and gave an appearance contrasting to the feeling which should be. The place looked eerie but it was still calm
Transcendence. Torments of Nate Deon Prologue 2 THE LONG YEARNED FOR ADVENTURE BEGINS
The sun rose on the east waking up the desert town. Unlike the day before, the town was bustling. There were genuine smiles on everyones faces that it was almost unsettling. Though they weren’t sure exactly what brought the calm they could only hold on to it even if they thought it would be short-lived. But there was a fast spreading rumor that it was possible to leave the ruin and that a larger majority of the hunters had already done so after they managed to stop whatever caused it after so long. Of course the last bit may have been slightly true, Nate was a hunter of some sorts. It was a cover set up by Lreen to cover up the truth about their deaths and not incite more panic than that which still lingered in them. The weight they felt over them had been lifted. “It’s been so long since I smelled the outside.” Alayne, the old troll who was the owner of TRe BoC Alayne, said as he slowly strolled down the happy street. Allora joined him returning from a thorough search of the rui
Transcendence. Torments of Nate Deon Chapter 1 NAMING THE LITTLE ONE - Part 1
It’s been five days since I left the ruin—being in that place really scrambled up my thoughts, I hardly knew what was going on, felt I was being suppressed in some way thinking about consequences at every turn—and Iya followed. Yes Iya! The name came to me a few days back though I haven’t given it to her. As much as I hate to, not wanting her to get to attached to me I can’t have calling her little one every time. After all Allora said she was nameless. Why bother naming her? Perhaps it was a sense of responsibility for having hurt her? … I doubt it. I have no idea where—direction-wise—I’m heading but back there this was the last thing I had asked Lreen before going at Kein. Where the bounty I had gotten from Taro was issued and about ‘port town, Erndt’. I was clueless about the directions he gave but from his gestures I got the general location of the place. He said the bounty was issued somewhere up north, a kingdom, Avd’elisi. My assumption was right. A kingdom? Honestly can’t
Transcendence. Torments of Nate Deon Chapter 1 NAMING THE LITTLE ONE - Part 2
I guess breaking it should be one of my priorities if I want to get inside and dig for my past. This raises a question. Are my memories truly lost or lock? If they are locked it’s one thing, but if it’s lost it’s another and each would have a different approach. But, locked as a result of event or something else? I get the feeling that it’s not that simple… maybe both, some locked and the rest stolen. Either way the key to remembering is to finding the one who did this and regaining my soul. “I can probably guess what you’re thinking, but I doubt anyone can do it. Not with the current state of this world and magic. They’d have to have power beyond that of yours before they could even put some work in.” Then that is a gamble I can take. Someone even more powerful to break the lock. I might just find one on my journey. “Why serious on going in there? Stay out of my mind.” “Aren’t you curious about it all?” I see a flash of him; he had a eyes mischievous expression: narrowed eyes wit
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… Above watching the ongoing battle. The mage with the mercantile smile stood in his deep brown Sith robe. The ground was little with corpses and dismembered corpses. Blood stained sands that had soaked and drained the life of those that fell. The two sides, one side the majority of therianthropes and the other humans, clash letting loose their savagery on each other. It was a gruesome sight where swords clash, severing and disemboweling of the clashing races alike. An observer would question the necessity of the savagery. In a would were there was on the expanse of desert, who knew whether there would be another settlement other than that of the two sides. So why did they not cooperative to increase their chances of survival in this cruel new world? The answer is basic: Superiority of species. One with the stronger physique wanted to declare themselves master, and the other with smarts wanted for control. So
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Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 15
“Are you okay.” I look to where her voice came. Chika had somehow gotten herself out of the binding around her arm. When I glanced it seemed like it was cut. And in her hand was a very small knife, I’m sure she tucked it somewhere they wouldn’t find. She was checking on the two, cutting their bindings. I took a step to move closer. “Ugh…” I thought it would take a while to kick in. I finally got to relax seeing everything was fine, but immediately I did. I felt pain grip my entire body. My grip turned slippery from the blood that was slipping from the gunshot wound on my shoulder, and from the one that wasn’t mine. If that was all then I could deal with it, it would probably healed after a while. Aside from the nicks and cuts. I got careless back there. True, with this new found strength and reflexes you could do much, but when your are under fire it’s easy to be blindsided that was it. And that was what happ
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Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 14
“… I’m here to collect my friends. And I wouldn’t hesitate to cut anyone down anyone who stands in my way!” I say as I straightened my poster, walking. “Intruder at the entrance. Men down.” … “Don’t let him in. Do whatever it takes to put him down.” I could hear the distressed voices of the men in this place. They were scrambling to get here. And those that were already close by were let lose bullets. From long before I’ve known them to be rather conservative of their ammunition, after all, the amount would be so little. But it still rained. I weaved through the debris, walls, and any cover as they closed in with cover fire. Those that chose close combat with their machetes and knives were cut down by the scythe. I closed in one by one on their gunners taking them out and moving away before I got pinned. Why? Why? Why? Why do I feel like this? Despite the rage in me, hypocritical, it may be, why
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Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 13
“I’d appreciate it if you could get on with it.”“… Absolutely. Brest is his name.”Why do I get the feeling the sound of his name is exactly how he looks?“Who is he? What is his role in all this?”“The same for anyone in his position. A seat. Somewhere to belong, to hold authority.”“… I don’t get it. He’s already made his way into the top brass of that opposition faction, I assume, so why the need for more power.”Not just anyone could make it into the elites, in this case faction heads. He has to have something they need and is of the same mindset.“… Show me a person who has no greed and I will show you a world without without suffering…”Greed? In this situation do I seem to have that?… I guess. Despite having Amara, a unique to existence, I still wanted for Chika. Is that greed or lust. And then the fact, though not my own, I preferred her to be the one in control. Dose that also count.“… What do you think a desperate man would do, if you were in his situation?” He as
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Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 12
When the sun got over the horizon, I got out of Chika’s place. Using the Scythe as support I dragged my aching body towards the settlement. Damn it! My whole body hurts like hell. Despite it only being sunrise the settlement is bustling. The hunt must have already been gathered and people where already up to collect their ration for the day. Technically there should be enough to ration them for months if the meat is cured, but with the time it took to cure and the amount of people that came in occasionally the daily hunts were mostly shared daily until the ones in stores was cured. I’m somewhat a familiar figure around here. Draped in a cloak, much better from the very first tarp I used, though it was old. They knew of the relation I had with Chika and the fact I was one of those who hunted most people stayed cleared of me. Then there’s the rumor about the scythe. Something about the weapon being cursed and me being a dangerous and cruel character, That really hurt my feeling, you
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Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 11 (r18)
[A/N: About half of this was part of the previous chapter/ Please go through the latter half] It began slow at first but soon she got passionate, like her body was reacting to something she had yearned for, for so long. I pulled her in closer.I didn’t have any top on so she could only wrap her arms around my neck leaving me to undo her buttons. Her lips never left mine as I worked to free her trapped bust. She was just right. I’m not one to like ‘em big or small, but in the middle, maybe a tad big than that average, just like how she was.I cupped a breast feeling it’s soft, sinking goodness in my hand. Breaking off I traced her neck, kissing all the way the cherry which sat perfectly on her mound taking it into my mouth, sucking on it.“Ah…” Her moans were soft, afraid to let it out. Her hand found my buckle as I undid her with a hand, slowly sinking into the mood.Gently lean her backward until her back touched the bed.On my knees I pulled off her pants and underwear, feasting on
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Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 10
[A/N: Believe the is longest i've written. Not edited so please bear with me.] In this few months I’ve active here. I got to see, well hear, about the fights that have been going on. With the exception of a few other races, their opponents were indeed the Theriantropes and a few other monster looking humanoids. Can’t really call them monsters if they can communicate, can we?. Here’s me, a guy who is avid about fantasy setting and the like and its inhabitants, seeing them do this breaks my heart. It goes as far to see the Demi-human, you know those animal/monster ears, tail and other parts, but looking no different, if not slightly, from humans being affect. Oh my dear Waifus. I was more active later in the night and hardly witnessed any. I mostly rested during the day, if not going to Chika’s or the old/young which listening to their reports, and gossips. From the reports they harassment was mainly guerrilla. Even still with that they were still at a stalemate, both side unable ov
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Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 9
The first night after being cooked in boiling water—blood, I saw its effects. The speed and power increase. It breaks past the limits of your current self, even if it’s only a little improvements, my body left tight and robust.If people of our time knew about this, they’d rush in droves to get some without hesitation.…Right.Survival trivia:If you must know how they deal with the water problem. They had secured a reservoir and other containers around the place, rationing it along with the daily hunts. It’s not much considering this sweltering heat which calls for constant rehydration, but there’s nothing you can do than survive with the little you got. —Well there’s the option of plundering from others, as long as you don’t get caught or deal with an witness. And that is something that seems to happen around here.How do they deal with the refiling? Well from what I know they made sure to collect the rare yet occasional rains which somehow still fall. If you ask me, things like th
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Chapter 2 REVENANT'S PAST - PART 8
Motor control has slowed down to a dull, I can’t even keep my position leaning to the wooden hut,The same time as the door opened I had swayed to the side falling in towards the old lady. Luckily though, for some reason the scythe is still tight in my grip.“Woah, I didn’t think you’d want this old lady that bad that you’d throw yourself upon me.” She must have gotten a closer look at me, “You don’t look so good. Let’s get you in.” She supported me leading me inside.How is a frail old lady able to hold me upright. It’d be a blow to my pride as a man if it was my weight, but it isn’t.I’ve had my suspicions but this woman isn’t as she seems.She laid me on a cloth-made bed.“I should get your gift in before someone makes away with it.”I get how you feel about securing resources detrimental to survival but someone’s dying here.I get it now. I did ask the price of a life in this new world. Now I seem to know what it cost.It didn’t take long to hear the d
