*Warning: Discretion is advised, this chapter is particularly dark and descriptive and will not be for everyone so please proceed with caution. Whilst the title for this story is particularly light and fluffy, not all of it will be, so please bear that in mind before reading ahead. That being said, if you choose to read on, I do hope you enjoy the introduction to this universe!*


    Far down, at the bowels of the earth; so deep underground that even the light of the sun dares not venture, a colossal, heavy thrum reverberated through the walls of an almighty chamber. The noise flowed through the vast clearing like water, unstoppable, unyielding, crushing everything in its wake. It surged forward and reached a glorious crescendo, as legions of soldiers screamed out in silent agony. Hands clamped over ears and scraped at faces, as blood streamed out of every orifice. Their heavily clad armour did very little to protect, as it crumpled inwards due to the sheer pressure in the room. The sound did not relent. It pushed and swelled, rose and fell, caring not for the pain it inflicted. It was a detached and soulless thing, a weapon.


    Eyes swelled and burst open like grapes pinched between fingers. Organs ballooned, skin split, and bodies screamed in protest as they clutched at themselves, desperate to keep their insides from spilling out onto the cold, stone floor. Yet, amongst the clamour, the wails and discord, one woman sat in complete calm, as cool as an autumnal breeze. She sat crossed legged at the epicentre, breathing deeply as she concentrated on maintaining the balance. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Her chest rose high as she took in air and her muscles relaxed as she exhaled, the energy furling through her very core. Harmony on a knifes edge.


    “Forward! Advance upon them unto to your dying breath!” a man of impressive stature howled out to his fellow soldiers as he endured the thrums onslaught. His bearing was regal, clad in armaments of deep red cloth and golden metal etched with intricate detail. In his hand he held a sword with which he pointed directly at the woman, the glean of cold hard steel glistening in the dark. He took one laboured step forward. Then another. Then another. The protective talismans he had hung from his neck, groaned and creaked as he made his way ever closer. Some of his men, of similar appearance, grabbed their talismans, stood firm, and followed his example. They roared out against the noise and moved closer to the locus of the pressure. “Do not give in Men! The swords of the people shall smite their enemy!”


    Every step they moved closer toward the woman caused her to strain. Her calm exterior began to show signs of stress as, despite her best efforts, they moved closer and closer. A vein bulged in her forehead as she dug deep, the soldiers nigh ten steps away. The thrum pounded on, the very earth now reverberated in sync as the sound became so extremely low it could not be heard, only felt. A few of those advancing tried to cry out as their talismans shattered, finally giving in. However, make a sound, they did not. Their bodies immediately imploded, what was once a person now a fine red mist. But still, many pressed on, dragging themselves forward inch by inch until finally the regal man was but a fingers width away. Blood seeped from the woman’s nose as she gave one final effort, one final push, in an act of pure desperation. Her eyes snapped open, captivating deep gold irises locking onto the one at the front. He visibly recoiled under her gaze, her countenance dark.


    He may have been shaken, but he was no fool. He thrust cold steel deep into her belly.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    She pulled on the final tendrils of energy as they spiralled and whirled around her body. They seeped into her bloodstream, melding with her very being; the world went silent as the thrum abruptly ceased to be. She began to mutter, deep, guttural and thick, a disturbing whisper contradicting her youthful features, as blood poured from her stomach.


    “You may win today, but weep tomorrow


    Fuelled by anger, malice, sorrow,


    Broke, abused, by those who rule


    No salvation, doomed to fall


    Hear me cry, oh twists of fate,


    Bear one of anger, malice, hate”


    The room around them seemed to move, cold stone bent as reality warped. The regal one sliced his weapon further up into the woman’s chest, looking deep into her golden eyes as he twisted the instrument into her vitals. She spluttered as she coughed up blood, the light in her eyes wavering, yet she stared back at him as the world twisted around them. Suddenly, everything shifted. The world seemed to snap back into view as every talisman in the room crumbled as one. The light in the young woman’s eyes failed, her irises turned to a dull grey as her body slumped over the sword impaled through her heart. All that was now left of the once beautiful young lady was a malevolent grin. A disgusting, acrimonious smile plastered on her face.


    The man holding the sword pulled it from her and let her body slump to the floor, it made a dull thud as it hit the floor slack. He frowned and glared at it in repulsion as he stepped over her corpse towards the grand double doors, situated behind where she had been sitting. His men gathered in rank behind him, as he came to a stop before them. He reached towards the great doors and pulled them open with a grace that belied his size. They doors creaked as they presented the treasures for which the men had fought. But treasures, there were not, as instead hundreds, if not thousands, of women, children, the elderly and weak and infirm sat before them, huddling up and backing away from the soldiers as best they could. Babes cried, and tears formed in mothers’ eyes as they gently hushed their children and rocked them back and forth.


    “Men, you know what to do”.


    And so began a slaughter. Steel, cold and merciless did not discriminate as it cut like a hot knife through butter. Eventually, all went silent throughout the chamber, aside from the clanking of metal and wet squelching of boots in warm pools of blood. Their objective completed, the soldiers began to make their way from the room, cleaning their weapons and armour as best was possible from the rags available. They relaxed slightly, the fight over, as they made their way back to the main chamber and began to file out into the snaking tunnels of the deep underground. They had a job to complete, and they had saw to it, not an ounce of doubt had ever entered their minds.


    What they did not see, however, was the gross, pitch black sludge that crawled from the malicious grin on the woman’s cold corpse. It squeezed through her teeth and clambered out into the thick warm blood coating the chamber floor. It searched, alone in the dark, reaching out towards the double doors until crawled to the next room. It twisted and writhed, as it noticed something thick in the air, and then it began to drink. Not the blood that lay underneath it, for this it had no desire. It reached out and began to drink what that hung in the air like an impenetrable fog. The remnant desires of the departed, looking for an outlet for their rage. Feelings unknown to the creature filled it, satiated it, as it grew, and grew, and grew. It did not understand, it could not understand, as a will that was not its own began to fill it, to shape it. The thing got ever larger and began to glitch, to phase in and out of being until it stabilised enough to move forward. It screeched out, a terrifying, predatory thing, as it lumbered in the direction of the snaking tunnels, from which the legions of soldiers had left.