Diablicon.
Beneath a ray of fallen sunshine;
Blackest anomaly that can only be described
as greatest manifestation of true Darkness.
Blackest anomaly that can only be described
as greatest manifestation of true Darkness.
Bathed in its own abhorrent existence;
tis' here we find the lost tome of the Daemon-kin.
Shall we approach that blasphemous alter?
Shall we read of its forbidden verse?
Dare we leave this world to walk its Eldritch path of darkest prose;
cast in the ancient, forgotten words
Shall we approach that blasphemous alter?
Shall we read of its forbidden verse?
Dare we leave this world to walk its Eldritch path of darkest prose;
cast in the ancient, forgotten words
Of the first true nightmare?
Dare we witness
the lost words of a time when
Once-Gods and Daemons walked our World?
And maybe.
Just, maybe.
Beyond crimson cover;
bound in the very right hand skin of The Dark One incarnate;
DARE WE DANCE BEFORE THE GATES OF HELL ITSELF?
from page thirteen of the Diablicon
Hallowed book of Daemon-kin
This is:
~(Chapter002.13)~
Born of Nightmares.
A shadowed happenstance,
laced with Hellwrought doom.
An unholy blight in the timeline that allowed true nightmare,
Beyond crimson cover;
bound in the very right hand skin of The Dark One incarnate;
DARE WE DANCE BEFORE THE GATES OF HELL ITSELF?
from page thirteen of the Diablicon
Hallowed book of Daemon-kin
This is:
~(Chapter002.13)~
Born of Nightmares.
A shadowed happenstance,
laced with Hellwrought doom.
An unholy blight in the timeline that allowed true nightmare,
To be born into our world.
***********
A boy.
A child.
Standing amid the blood stained memories of a mortal struggle.
Well,
less of a 'struggle' more of a 'butchering.'
Seven thought grimly as he surveyed the scene before him;
Genetically enhanced brain crunching forensic data and algorithms,
projectiles and blood splatter,
Bringing to life what happened here within his mind:
"It started here..."
Special Directive 7 spoke aloud.
Enunciating each word carefully to ensure maximum audible clarity for the recording device held by his supervising detective,
A hulking behemoth of a man whose long years of service were written for the world to see
in the tapestry of gun powder and knife-wound scars across his face.
"Three members of a family.
Two violently dismembered by the third.
It looks like the preliminary forensics were right,
this is definitely Nightmare manifestation.
But at the same time,
It doesn't correlate with any standard
Nightmare activity chart groupings.
At least,
none I've ever encountered before...
I mean, it was clearly the child the anomaly possessed,
No doubt about that.
But when you look at the sheer power here...
There's only so much strength a manifestation can pump a child's fear for,
I wouldn't even know where to begin measuring such a thing,
There's so much blunt force trauma and tearing here one cannot imagine the strength necessary to create such force.
A bullet train traveling at full velocity wouldn't have nearly enough impact."
The boy pauses for a surreal moment,
taking a contemplative lick of his lollipop,
"It's almost as though...
The child wasn't really possessed by the nightmare at all.
It's almost as though he was already a nightmare to begin with."
**********
Senior Detective Amon Richardson hid his distaste behind a professional facade as he followed his diminutive charge about with the recording device. Knowing better than to voice his dislike aloud.
He knew the creepy little bastard could incapacitate him six times over before you could bat your bloody eyelid.
The UN had quietly approved emergency project: GESD
Genetically Engineered Special Directives, as a last resort.
In order to combat the growing Nightmare threat.
After establishing it's founder and esteemed geneticist Dr. Ivan Roderick at the projects head in 1992,
The first generation of Genetically Engineered Special Directives were born.
Amon really couldn't give a half pound of rat crap about the results the program had reaped.
His job title was now 'Chucky's fucking babysitter'.
Fuck Roderick and his fucking test-tube spawn,
the man thought bitterly as he wandered after Seven,
And fuck the GESD!
*************
Steven waited by his friends locker, knowing they were both about to be extremely late and mentaly berating himself for leaving their join assignment with his unreliable friend.
A shaggy haired student ambles into the hallway, the kind of person you could never really picture being in a hurry, ever.
The boys are as polar opposite as a pair could be, the last people you would expect to be the best of friends. But there you have it.
"Steven! you still mungin those bloody things?"
Since as long as they had known each other, Steven was never without a loli-pop in his mouth.
"You're an addict,"
"Come on you, I don't want to hear it, we're going to be late you butt fucking bastard"
Alright hold up, Just gonna dump my bag.
David throws his bag into locker 13 and follows his friend to class.
*********
~I know who you are.~
David jumps in his seat.
~Don't turn around~
Someone, something is in his head
~Do exactly as I say,Or I slaughter all your little friends~
Look I don't know who you are but-.
~wrong answer~
A wet, tearing sounds fill the room.
accompanied by a flash of indiscernible darkness.
blood. fear. chaos.
Something thumps atop the desk before him
A head.
A severed bloody Head. Tendon and muscle hanging like streamers
To be continued.
Chapter 3:
God Hunter
sneak peek!
Two cursed souls,
Swathed in the ruins of old Melbourne city
Relic of a time before the great Nightmare drove humanity beyond the Gate.
The man wears a great hooded cloak the color of dried blood.
The boy a high-school uniform, pocket stuffed with lollipops.
"Should've finished you off 10 years ago," The kid flickers,
dropping out of the visible spectrum and into the 7th dimension.
***********
A boy.
A child.
Standing amid the blood stained memories of a mortal struggle.
Well,
less of a 'struggle' more of a 'butchering.'
Seven thought grimly as he surveyed the scene before him;
Genetically enhanced brain crunching forensic data and algorithms,
projectiles and blood splatter,
Bringing to life what happened here within his mind:
"It started here..."
Special Directive 7 spoke aloud.
Enunciating each word carefully to ensure maximum audible clarity for the recording device held by his supervising detective,
A hulking behemoth of a man whose long years of service were written for the world to see
in the tapestry of gun powder and knife-wound scars across his face.
"Three members of a family.
Two violently dismembered by the third.
It looks like the preliminary forensics were right,
this is definitely Nightmare manifestation.
But at the same time,
It doesn't correlate with any standard
Nightmare activity chart groupings.
At least,
none I've ever encountered before...
I mean, it was clearly the child the anomaly possessed,
No doubt about that.
But when you look at the sheer power here...
There's only so much strength a manifestation can pump a child's fear for,
I wouldn't even know where to begin measuring such a thing,
There's so much blunt force trauma and tearing here one cannot imagine the strength necessary to create such force.
A bullet train traveling at full velocity wouldn't have nearly enough impact."
The boy pauses for a surreal moment,
taking a contemplative lick of his lollipop,
"It's almost as though...
The child wasn't really possessed by the nightmare at all.
It's almost as though he was already a nightmare to begin with."
**********
Senior Detective Amon Richardson hid his distaste behind a professional facade as he followed his diminutive charge about with the recording device. Knowing better than to voice his dislike aloud.
He knew the creepy little bastard could incapacitate him six times over before you could bat your bloody eyelid.
The UN had quietly approved emergency project: GESD
Genetically Engineered Special Directives, as a last resort.
In order to combat the growing Nightmare threat.
After establishing it's founder and esteemed geneticist Dr. Ivan Roderick at the projects head in 1992,
The first generation of Genetically Engineered Special Directives were born.
Amon really couldn't give a half pound of rat crap about the results the program had reaped.
His job title was now 'Chucky's fucking babysitter'.
Fuck Roderick and his fucking test-tube spawn,
the man thought bitterly as he wandered after Seven,
And fuck the GESD!
*************
Steven waited by his friends locker, knowing they were both about to be extremely late and mentaly berating himself for leaving their join assignment with his unreliable friend.
A shaggy haired student ambles into the hallway, the kind of person you could never really picture being in a hurry, ever.
The boys are as polar opposite as a pair could be, the last people you would expect to be the best of friends. But there you have it.
"Steven! you still mungin those bloody things?"
Since as long as they had known each other, Steven was never without a loli-pop in his mouth.
"You're an addict,"
"Come on you, I don't want to hear it, we're going to be late you butt fucking bastard"
Alright hold up, Just gonna dump my bag.
David throws his bag into locker 13 and follows his friend to class.
*********
~I know who you are.~
David jumps in his seat.
~Don't turn around~
Someone, something is in his head
~Do exactly as I say,Or I slaughter all your little friends~
Look I don't know who you are but-.
~wrong answer~
A wet, tearing sounds fill the room.
accompanied by a flash of indiscernible darkness.
blood. fear. chaos.
Something thumps atop the desk before him
A head.
A severed bloody Head. Tendon and muscle hanging like streamers
To be continued.
Chapter 3:
God Hunter
sneak peek!
Two cursed souls,
Swathed in the ruins of old Melbourne city
Relic of a time before the great Nightmare drove humanity beyond the Gate.
The man wears a great hooded cloak the color of dried blood.
The boy a high-school uniform, pocket stuffed with lollipops.
"Should've finished you off 10 years ago," The kid flickers,
dropping out of the visible spectrum and into the 7th dimension.
Leaping out behind the crimson man with a tear through space that crackles with lightning,
friction burning the the very flesh of his fist.
"EIGHT!"
The boys mangled hand pierces the mans chest.
He coughs up blood.
"Oh seven you always were a predictable fool."
The man grabs the hand protruding from his chest,
trapping the boys arm
"you always rely on your superior speed and strength,"
Seven quickly pulls his arm out and retreats suspecting a trap,
'No tactics.'
The explosive Eight placed upon his brothers hand detonates,
destroying the arm and much of his upper body.
Eight watches calmly, the hole in his chest healing itself slowly as the boys bones and tissue swiftly reconstitute.
"You're defective Eight, I'm bringing you in once and for all. Give up.
you cant win."
"Oh seven you still don't understand do you?"
7 flickers into a time-space of speed and light launching a barrage of stikes no being could possibly dodge.
Yet.
Eight calmly flows and weaves in normal time space, some how, impossibly dodging his attacks
"If I let you take me in,"
The man drops a palm strike that no mortal should have been able to execute.
Throwing the boy from his time-space state,
"Who will be there to watch me destroy this world?"The boy spasms on the ground uncontrollably,
"What are you...."
"A god?"
The man reveals the electric shock pad on his hand as seven slips from consciousness.
"Heavens no..."
"I'm just the man who hunts them."
Chapter 3: Origin.
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