《A Descent into Decay》


 Maggot infestation....

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    What would you do, if you''re entire world crumbled before you?


    As you are forced to watch the few people you love get mutilated and raped by creatures of unknown  origin.


    Pain, suffering, depression none of these feelings can even compare to how you would feel.


    Watching the scene unfold through the eyes of his human counterpart, he stopped to think about his own emotions. He wasn''t really sure about how he felt and struggled to sort through his feelings. He was too distracted by lustful moans of pleasure filtering through his human alter-ego. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the thick, salty musk through the humans nose. Feeling the dirt crumble through their fingers as his counterpart tried to get up, their rage merged. A dagger through the knee had incapacitated them and whilst the human was enraged at his inability to help his loved ones, he was enraged at the fact somebody had dared to stab him.


    Now, I suppose we should consider how he got to this point in life. It began on one miserable morning at his 5th ''birthday''. ''He'' was a young child at the time when he began to realise unusal things; unlike his average human counterpart. (Yes, this gives away of what racial descent he was.)  The child was sitting at masterfully crafted oak table which belonged to his ''Father''. As he was of noble descent but of course the poor child was a love child from an affair; thus the boy was beaten even on his fifth birthday by his half brother who was several years older. The boy was always depised by his older half brother for reasons the boy would never understand  until he reached a certain age. On the other hand nor shall you know until it has reached that time.


    The boy only received one gift from his relatives that day and it was a book known as "The threads of a stentient  body". A rare book written by an Elven Druid, long forgotten by humans and barely remembered by his or her own kind. This boy opened the book and on the first page was a note saying "Dear Ascalon, my son I brought this book in memory of your mother''s hobbies... Enjoy it and cherish it as she would have wanted to teach you such things. From, your Father... Count M. Vesalius".


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    Thus the boy had aquired  a sentimental note from his Father and a book in memory of his long deceased Mother. But his older sibling wasn''t fond of him and believed the child needed to be "disciplined " to make sure that he doesn''t dare to attempt at claiming the family title. So he calmly walked towards the boy and put a fake smile upon his clown like face. Once, he had reached his little brother (half brother) he tapped placed his left palm on the boy''s left shoulder and gazed into his eyes. Then he spoke "Oh Ascalon my dearest sibling it is time, for your present from me... So come let us make haste so you can see it."


    Of course, this was a lie made to trick the boy into succumbing to his brothers brutish rule.


    Anyway, Ascalon (the boy who is often reffered to as he)    something unbelievable happened to him. Or atleast the boy found unbelievable due to his naive childish ways... His older brother, he took Ascalon with him in order to collect his  "gift" for him. However as they began to walk, they reached a corridor. which Ascalon was unfamiliar with. But his brother carried on and began to descent stairs that were covered in dust and a few drops of red liquid, constrasting against the pure. white marble steps. Once they had reached the bottom of the stair case, Ascalon''s older brother pushed open the an old door. Then, when the door was opened he turned around and smiled but when he smiled blood dripped from his mouth were the child, forced his smile that much. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed his younger brother pulling him towards him. And once he had Ascalon he took him into the chamber.


    Then his brother began to torment the Ascalon in a chamber hidden within the darkest and deepest shadow where no sane human dares to enter as if they were a whimsical cat. But the boy was dragged into such a place and as the boy was tormented he began to feel. Feel the darkest and deepest hatred for his sibling; as this feeling developed after budding the boy began to scream put of hatred as loudly as he could. Gradually over time the boy''s hatred subsided and he noticed a dark black thread linked from the palm of his hand to a decaying corpse; whose chest cabinet fell apart as maggots could be seen festering and devouring the flesh slowly but surely.


    The boy, pulled upon the thread and pressed all of his hatred into his thoughts wishing to cause pain to his sibling.


    When, suddenly the corpse began to rise...

 Chapter 2: Bloody Nails

    The maggot ridden corpse lumbered slowly, towards the boys, whilst a couple of maggots fell onto the floor with each individual step. Ascalon tried to get up but he slipped and ended up seeing the rotting wounds on the puppet''s (corpse''s) body. After gazing at it... He suddenly began to shake violently and gag, almost leading to him vomiting. His older brother however tried to run away from the corpse, leaving Ascalon behind. Unfortunately this failed as, he slipped on a dark crimson pool that was Ascalon''s blood. Resulting in him tumbling closer towards the corpse, the zombified woman, that was mutilated beyond recognition, as her she only had one breast remaining and a crevice where the other was supposed to be; which the maggots could be seen moving in-between each layer of flesh slowly but surely. It then screeched as the Ascalon''s older brother appeared before it. Then again it looked as if it was celebrating at a free meal...


    The corpse clambered towards the boy and it seemed as if it was smiling, it might have been smiling if it was for the black rotting gums and shattered teeth that where on show, as well as the occasional insect swarming around her mouth. Aslcalon''s older bothered screamed and then shouted "Come and save me you little Mutt!". Of course he was addressing his younger brother Ascalon, who was the son of a concubine who belonged to their Father. Ascalon, looked towards his brother smiling slightly as he thought this was a joyous occasion to watch his brother who tormented him to be scared. Laughing slightly he replied to his brother, "Why should I Edward... After all I am just a mere "Mutt"." These would have been unexpected words, from a boy turning five years old but this boy had devoted his entire life to reading, so his vocabulary has abnormally large for his age. Of course Edward, didn''t exactly appreciate his brothers comment back to him. Edward scrambled towards or at least attempted scrambling towards his brother when she lunged forward, with her fleshless fingers that were their own form of daggers, piercing into his the back of leg, becoming embedded into his ankle. Then, the poor boy screamed out in pain as his fate was slowly becoming sealed. "Ascalon, please he-help me..." Edward began to beg and sob as the pain spread through his entire body and the joint that was his ankle was slowly being dismembered. Ascalon stood there, shaking with fear as he slowly stepped backwards and crept away trying to not look at the scene. Ascalon, looked around the room and noticed the door behind the corpse and his brother... Which led him no choice but to run around them and most likely leave his brother behind in order to live. As he began to consider this, she dug her nails in further penetrating through the skin and coming out of the other side of the skin, taking advantage of the gap inside a humans ankle. It pulled it''s hand back towards her chest pulling away the ankle as each individual thread of flesh snapped and Edward screamed out in pain. Ascalon, stood there listening to the screams and he turned away; reaching for the door and getting outside of the dungeon.


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    Whilst, Ascalon was running away, his brother was going through various forms of torture. Of course, let''s talk about that shall we... As the door slammed behind Ascalon, Edward screamed and shouted various words such as "Fucking Mutt." and "Weakling" but as he attempted to scream these words allowing his younger brother to hear... He failed and all the sound was stuck inside the dungeon bouncing around the cold, damp room consisting of grey bricks with the occasional blood splatter. However once the boy finished screaming, she (The rotting undead) leaned over and breathed against his ear, it was irregular breathing rather she was panting with excitement over the young boy. She held the ankle with the stump in her left hand after tearing it off of Edward''s leg as the boy continuously bleeding out of his stump. The creature pulled the foot that is separated from the leg and bit it. Whilst, biting it she ran her black finger nails on her left hand down the boys back, even though she only had three finger nails left attached. One on her index finger the other on her middle finger and the last on her little finger; the other have dried blood as the remnants  of where her former fingernails, once where. Except for one single finger that was her ring finger, as it was just a fingerless stump. Once she ran her fingers down Edwards back she leaned closer and grinding her teeth against his ear. And because of this Edward moaned slightly being effected to the slight pleasure of his sensitive ear being teased with. As his ear was grinded on it eventually began to wear down and she drew blood from his earlobe, Edward of course began to scream and thrash about as the blood dripped down from his earlobe. As Edward attempted to tear himself away from the corpse, she clamped down on his ear and it eventually ended up being torn away from the side of his head. Of course the boy screamed in pain and tried to pull away but the corpse managed to hold him down with little effort (Necromancy Note: If you are wondering how this is possible, there is a limiter on the brain and only allows 20% of muscles within the body to be used. However this only applies to the living thus all of the muscle in a human''s body can be utilised. But this has detrimental effects due to the strain placed on the body itself.) The undead female (formerly named ''She'' or ''the corpse) chewed the lump of flesh and cartilage in her mouth moaning slightly due to it being such a divine taste.


    The corpse slowly devoured the body piece by piece.


    A/N:


    I will leave it here as otherwise it will become seriously dark and inappropriate. Anyway I enjoy feedback a lot so tell me what ya think~

 A dogs nightmare

    The humanoid corpse gradually tore apart Edward; devouring every fragment of flesh on his body. Leaving nothing left, unfortunately no one would know until it was too late... Left to die by his younger half brother. The large aged oak door slammed in front of the boy, screeching as it closed, sealing his fate.


    On the other side of the door, a young boy was shaking with fear. Lucky Ascalon the second soon of their family managed to survive, the boy collapsed on the floor and began to sob and a foul smell passed through out the air. As a yellow puddle formed below the child; he urinated due to how scared he was. The little boy cowered and shook within his own pool of urine for what seemed like hours, unfortunately it was only a matter of mere minutes. Ascalon went to stand and stumbled forward, losing his balance and almost tripping over his own foot. As the boy swayed he heard a deep and husky voice speak "Heh... This is just the beginning, killing your own brother how... Impressive." The boy shook slightly and turned around to see... Nothing, just a puddle of his own urine and himself being reflected back at him. But unlike hin the reflection, had a smile plastered, across it''s face. It was just smiling at Ascalon, but once again, Ascalon turned and fled. Running up the stairs as a loud crash echoed with each footstep, as he gradually climbed the stairs in a rush. The stairs went around in a circular motion making Ascalon gradually feel sick as he  began to get dizzy climbing the stairs.


    Eventually Ascalon, reached the top of the stairs and collapsed, struggling to keep his breath. As he laid there on a cold damp floor, he could hear a loud clatter, as a silver platter fell beside him oddly along with a silver spoon. As well as a small jug, crashing against the floor, causing it to shatter and it''s contents spill all over the future young master. Ascalon gradually began to lose conciseness but as it faded away he could hear screaming,the screaming began fainter the darker it became.


    It gradually became pitch black and Ascalon lost all feeling in his body as he drifted off, into sleep. But in the darkness there stood a figure smiling with his clothes covered in blood splatters. The figure drew closer and it looked like it had white hair that swept over it''s right eye, with a red iris piercing the veil, that was it''s wisp of hair. The figure stood upright and looked directly into Ascalon''s eyes at an equal height. The figure still continued to approached until Ascalon could faintly see it''s facial features. Child like facial features with a hint of innocence being given off from the child. As Ascalon watched the child''s face but then he noticed a mole on it''s face right beneath it''s left eye. On its face the mole was located the same spot as what Ascalon''s mole was. As the boy gazed at the figure in front of him, he gradually began to notice the similarities  between the two of them. However there was a major difference between Ascalon and this doopelganer. Which was, the contrast in iris color and hair color. Ascalon had a muddy brown colored hair and green irises that seemed out of place. Whilst the doppelganger had pure, snow white hair like a rabbit. Along with having blood red iris that projected blood-lust. The boy''s dropped as he realized that this was more or less another version of him... Suddenly it''s lips moved as if it was speaking but now words came out of its mouth and it walked closer toward Ascalon appearing before him he could hear a faint whisper. "The future... Awaits." Ascalon stared at his doppelganger when it took one more step forward towards him, and a fountain erupted in front of Ascalon.


    This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.As a liquid rapidly covered him, turning the Ascalon''s pure white clothes into a set of blood red clothing. His robes slowly became a darker shade of red, however, his doppelganger fell back, collapsing onto the floor; like a puppet whose strings had been cut whilst performing. Once, the fountain of blood stopped, Ascalon''s robes stopped dying dark shades of red. The boy, looked down noticing how red his robes where and began to scream, not stopping until his voice went dry. And then all sound stopped together.


    Ascalon tried to scream but nothing came out, in fact he ended up coughing up blood, due to straining his throat so much. As the boy coughed and spluttered something appeared in front of him. A live beating heart and it gradually beat in a rthym that reminded Ascalon of his blood soaked robes. Then it began to beat faster if the sound would to be described it was irregular and erratic. As it continued to accelerate the speed of which it was beating, it exploded showering the area in blood. And Asclaon felt a pang of pain in his upper left torso... And as he pressed hi left hand against it he had felt that his heartbeat had stopped. Causing him to try to start screaming but failing causing him to end up coughing, resulting in him heaving. Thus, resulting in him vomiting up a pool of crimson blood.


    After vomiting a pool of blood beside his feet, Ascalon began to feel dizzy and nauseous. He began to sway gradually as his dizziness began to increase, unable to withstand his dizziness he threw up another pool of crimson blood. And as time passed this occurred constantly for what felt like hours.


    However when he stopped, a bright light flooded his sight and he found himself laying in a bed; surrounded by smiling maids, with one brunette maid removing a damp cloth from his forehead. Suddenly, he realized that he''d just suffered from a nightmare. One of the maids noticed that the boy had awoken and she said "Why, good morning young master. Happy fifth birthday, isn''t it time for you to get ready for breakfast?"


    The boy''s jaw dropped in shock... Was she just telling him that everything was a dream that he had to endure or was it?