Month: October 2019

Catharsis; A Prologue-

Still alive and thinking, Ameidjin was hopelessly wishing for a reset function she knew didn’t exist.

She, at first, had believed she was losing her sight. She thought her surroundings were beginning to fade to white. Her head had begun to spin as her memories flashed behind her eyelids at an increasingly alarming rate. There had been a burst of color… Black, blue and red… But that had been followed by nothing but static… Black… White… Grey… Continuously rolling, never ending… Static.

Ameidjin shook her head… Tried closing her eyes and opening them again but nothing was helping her at all. Nothing about her surroundings changed.

It couldn’t possibly be over already.

This wasn’t meant to be the end.  

Except standing in what had now become a mass grave, she had a round view of the Mad Maestron’s extermination in all of its twisted, rotting beauty. An ironic display of morbid grotesqueries rendered live and in high definition under the cruel glare of their planets’ sun. All of which layed within what had been a Sanctuary…. What little of it still remained.

“It was a massacre” didn’t even begin to describe the true horror that had clearly happened here. It was “Utter annihilation”… “Complete and total domination.”

Ameidjin truly thought she was losing her sight… And yet she could clearly see how there had been too many deaths in a ridiculously short time frame; blood still pooled from the piles and piles of putrefied, mummifying carcasses littering the ground… All of them butchered, mangled, mutilated… Shot, skewered, crucified to the stone beneath them… Stuffed into every crack, crag and crevice with every manner of weapon jutting out of ripped skin and broken bones… All of them… The warmth of their collective bodies still slowly rising into the atmosphere, dissipating into nothingness.

And the smell… The fetid scent of death and decay was threatening to engulf her whole. It had begun its assault on her senses long before she had made landfall. As she had moved up the shore, her bare feet had landing ankle deep in puddles of guts and gore, it had become all the more intolerable.

Now it was absolutely overwhelming… It made her failing eyes well up with tears, her nose and throat burn and her skin itch until her entire body felt wrapped up in nothing but a dull, numbing sensation. It was a stark contrast to the growing fire searing a hole in her chest.

And she’d barely just arrived.

Still… She thought… Taking it all in… Allowing herself to feel what her brothers and sisters must have felt… The fear, the pain, the sadness… she allowed all of it in, let it crawl under her skin, let it climb its way through her nervous system until all she could feel anymore was her unbearable, insurmountable anger. At “THEM”.

It was all their fault she knew. Those life sucking leeches… insufferable, unkillable insects. Rumours had foretold of their arrival but there had been warning… No indication of what was to come.

“Here”… On Cirxci… The small blue and yellow marble planet with one sun and two moons Ameidjin and her people called home. Left to its own devices, alone in a distant corner of the universe, it had developed, matured and flourished. Cirxci was separated into three major continents surrounded by countless islands and cradled by clear, emerald green waters. It had been primordial, exotic and teeming with life; a gentle nature befitting an equally gentle balance.

Then… Those ‘THINGS’ had arrived.

Even living on a not-so-distant island they had all heard the whispers floating back from the mainland. ‘THEIR’ arrival had coincided with one of their festivals and their new guests had been received as their Greater Gods finally returned. A passive people, unaccustomed to confrontation and war, they had let their guard down. They had let their friendly curiosity get the best of them and welcomed ‘THEM’ with open arms.

Ameidjin sneered in disgust as she remembered.

They had so easily accepted these newly arrived ‘Deities’ floating by some kind of unexplainable, supernatural force needed their help. Only when their Honored Ancestors had suddenly disappeared from their hallowed stone hallways had they understood not all was as it seemed.

And then it had gotten so much worse.

No one knew exactly what had happened that day. They had woken up to their sky covered in thick black smoke; one of their floating ‘Gods’ had been badly damaged, a chunk of it’s hull having been blown clear off. But by some kind of miracle, ‘It’ had survived… Jolted, tilted precariously to its side and barely functional… But ‘It’ had somehow lived to float on another day.

They hadn’t known their ‘God’ was angry.

Not until it was far too late.

Ameidjin balled her hands into fists so tight her claws drew blood from her palms. The stories they had told… The rumors that had spread… The tales of the floating mountain-sized craft along with the smaller ships they had unwittingly allowed to roam over their lands… How ‘It’ had suddenly opened ‘Its’ hatches and unleashed Holy Hell on doomed Cirxci and her defenseless people.

The insects… All those insects… Had come swarming down by what had seemed like millions. They had spread out like a plague, destroying everything in their path. With the help of their ‘Gods’ and those still aboard, the mindless soldiers had razed entire villages, captured who they could, killed who they couldn’t and taken everything they could get their hands on until there was nothing left to take.

It had been carnage. Everything and everyone had either been decimated or had simply vanished into thin air. Their waters had been contaminated; their ports reduced to ashes and their once great cities left smoldering shells of their former selves, spewing out more smoke so thick, it had blotted out the light in the sky. Even their islands hadn’t been spared. Of course, there had been survivors… But where some had died over the seas, most had been extinguished by heat, starvation and foreign diseases. The older generations had suffered shock and trauma at the terrifying sight of the newly warped landscape; their thick jungles had been razed, their lush forests reduced to dry, barren deserts and their wildlife had been completely eradicated. There hadn’t bee a single bird in the sky, not a single movement on the ground or even a quiet breeze to keep them company… nothing at all but deafening silence on their increasingly desperate and lonely journey here.

Ameidjin sucked in a breath. Her time was growing short. Every moment gone was a moment closer to her inescapable demise. They were done. Her species had been rendered extinct and already she could sense ‘It’ coming back… Their flagship was still hovering overhead… Looming in the background behind their sacred mountains waiting for her arrival. She could practically hear ‘Its’ engines; the menacing, mechanical sounds of technological torture.

“The Black Machine of Death.”

And God could she ever feel it… All the pain… The suffering… All that misery and anguish. It felt absolutely excruciating.

It felt like Hell.

‘It’ was coming closer. Sucking them all into the Void.

Ameidjin closed her eyes. There really was nothing left but the same, grey, never ending static; the dry, death-filled landscape left frozen in space and time. It couldn’t be over… This couldn’t be the…

She closed her eyes even tighter.

Flash. White. Blank.

“The End”