BIRTH OF A SLAVE

“YOU'RE UTTERLY USELESS, I CAN’T HELP YOU!”

Clerks eyes widened in disbelief, he couldn’t hear the world around him because the word kept resonating in his head.

“I’ve heard does word before”, he haven’t heard those words, they were Random’s memories. 

In those memories countless people said the same words to him. Same tone. Same expression. None was different, not even his own parents.

Lost in trauma, he lost all his sense. He stopped evading. He lost all hopes.

Bam!

Using it’s feline the creature made a backwards kick that slammed into Clerk’s side. The impact caved in his ribs like wet clay. A loud crunch followed by the sharp crackle of snapping apart, ribs splintered inward, shredding his longs like grass shards. He screamed but it was broken—more of a gargle as his voice drowned in flood of his blood; The creature slowly approached him activating it’s trait: Rapid Decay.

His body began decaying. His innards began turning black, his blood greenish-yellow dissolved his organs, his body began liquifying, his eyes turned deep red as rot slowly reached his head; he couldn’t do anything but aimlessly stare at the clouds as memories of his past life began flooding in.

…

He lived with his mom and sister in an apartment in the city of Neubrück– East Germany. His mom–single, worked as a civil servant in the clerical and administrative department at the Neubrück civil hall, Leaving only him to take care of his sister. On her way back home after an afternoon shift she noticed a figure following her, but each time she turned she wouldn’t see it.

Finally at her apartment, ringing the door bell, Clerk opened the door to welcome his mom with a smile on his face.

Aaarrgghh!

She was stabbed from behind by a figure clad in black. Streaks of blood hit Clerk’s face as the figure drew the knife from her body ready to stab again.

“A stalker!”

Clerk rushed towards pushing the stalker from the waist and holding the hand which held the knife. He was given a left blow to the stomach, an elbow to the back releasing his grip on the stalker’s hand, then a light slash across the face.

The stalker then stabbed him on his thighs to immobilize him, he screamed from the pain, but his mouth was quickly covered by the stalker whom put a rag in it.

Unable to do anything, he watched the stalker stab his mom until he was satisfied. He slowly dragged himself towards his mom whom was on the ground,

“Mom please don’t die! I’m calling the ambulance!” his voice shaking in pain and fear.

Her blood stained her favorite white office shirt and her gray pencil skirt. Looking at him, she placed her hand which was painted in red on his face, with a smile on her face as tears rolled down her face.

“I-I’ll be fine, my love, t-take good care… of Martha, I might stay out long today”

“B-But know that I love you and Martha”

Tears rolled down Clerks face, turning red as they came in contact with the cut on his face.

Her smile brighten once more “Ah, you truly have the looks...of your late father."

Those were her last words, before dying with a smile stamped across her pale face.

Clerk wailed loudly, attracting the attention of neighbors and people around. The stalker had escape and nowhere to be found. He blame himself for his mother’s death, for not being strong enough to protect her. He was left with his sister and only family; Martha.

Crack!

Those memories cracked and shattered into pieces, revealing his sister’s transmigration by death. Seeing those black tentacle-like arms the only emotion he felt towards it was.

“HATE!”

The word kept ringing in his mind as he gnashed his teeth in rage and sorrow. In his moment of grief, the scene glitched like there was an error in the replay switching to a dark backdrop.

He heard the voice but this time it sounded so cruel, mocking, each word dripping with sarcasm.

“I know you yearn to stay alive”

“You really want to find your beloved sister”

“To kill your mom’s killer”

“The amount of hatred you bear towards those hands that took your sister.

“I know it all; your pain, your grief, Your heart desire”

 “But, to accomplish all that, you’ll need power.

“Now for the last time, Mr Clerk Wattson”. The voice paused for a moment.

“WILL YOU SERVE GOD?”

“Yes, I will”.

 A sneer appeared on the black veil, but this time it looked more devious than before.

BOOOOOONG!

Each sound dragging, echoing like refusing to die. The black veil turned into a sea of grey-black clouds. Clerk hung in the sea of clouds unable to tell up from down. Chants could be heard echoing throughout the vast sea of clouds.

Rise, O Ashen Crown, O hollow throne, Hear the vow, and claim thine own. By shadow’s hand and whispered breath, We bind this man to living death.

The Voice said—soft, between the echo

Not his crown, but mine. Not his throne, but mine.

Kneel, O flesh, before the grave,

Slave of dust, be not so brave. Your soul is claimed, your heart undone, To serve the god— the Hidden One. In bone and rot, the pact is made, The Dead God stirs, though light decayed. Another voice beneath the lie, Seals the chain, and none defy. So bound, so lost, so sworn in dread, A slave forever to the Dead… Not dead— but Q.

His entire body was getting tighter and tighter and it felt like he could just break apart at any time. A dark long figure descended from the clouds that slowly open, black light shone from the clouds. Stretching forth it’s hand above Clerk and just like dust it began disseminating into him.

…

The whether change in an instant, a great thunder storm hit all island, the wind became fierce and elements of nature went into frenzy. Earthquakes struck, tsunamis struck, animals were crazed. Most buildings began glitching with random objects appearing from nowhere. Something was definitely wrong.

High up in the clouds, an arcana circle conjured into existence, layer by layer. The higher ups new something was wrong. Some secret organization rejoiced and some worshiped. They all knew one thing, a great prophecy is coming to fruition.

The circle formation was complete, a symbol shone from its middle as black lightning began striking the surrounding area. Everyone in fear as his in the corner of their homes. It’s been a long time since they expressed such deep fear.

Reverberating in a temple, the voice of an old man could be heard with a smirk.

“A slave has been re-born.” “Damned ‘Q’, you’ve done it.”