《Re: Dystopia (Completed)》Chapter 20. Changes.
Advertisement
The Church of Fallen Gods or as everybody else calls it... The Church of Darkness. The people in that church worship demons as fallen gods and fallen angels as higher fallen gods. The locations of the churches are still unknown but there have been many 'holy' crusades made by the church of Fallen Gods on the other Religions churches. They are one of the most barbaric churches in the world and they use the most brutal methods to get what they want.
- From the book of the World Churches, page 3.
------------------
I wake up but I am still very tired for some reason... I try to lift my arm but can't. I can only open my eyes... I see Fyra, Ren, Meril and Julia looking at me with worry. I notice that I am in a bed and not in a tent... Rather... I'm in a house... I strain myself a little and look around... I notice Lamias... Nagas and Lamias are talking to Artimael...
Mithneel: "Where... Are... We?"
The girls immediatly look at my face and I notice they are crying so much they can barely see.
Fyra: "Mithneel! We... We are at the Chief's house... The Lamia Chiefs... After you fell before our tent we immediatly carried you to Artimael who carried you here... Apparently the Lamias haven't done anything but visit some villages to help them but the villagers attacked them. They are helping you survive the changes to your body... Nobody knows what is going on... It's just that... You are growing horns and wings..."
Hahah... I know what it is... It's my races... It's painful... It's really painful... I am tired aswell... I can't do anything...
Mithneel: "Help... Me... Please... It's painful... Really painful..."
I fall unconcious again.
*While Mithneel is unconcious, the view of the gods*
All of the gods are in a circle viewing the globe. All of the gods are looking at the boy in the globe with worry and one of them is crying. The one who is crying... Is the boys father, Quinn Evergreen. There is an elven woman and some other women behind Quinn who are also crying.
They are looking at the son of Quinn who is going through the biggest change of his life...
Quinn: "Why... Why does my son have to go through this!?"
One of the goddesses
Goddess: "Cut the feed! I can't stand to watch this anymore! It is too much!"
Another god stands up.
God: "No! We must watch this through! We cannot abandon him!"
A lot of gods stand up and start arguing about watching the boy.
Quinn: "Leave the feed on! I want to see my son... I want to see if he can go through this... It's my fault afterall... His body adjusted to that world for sixteen years... And today his body finally adjusted and now his body is adjusting to the traits of the races I gave him through my genes..."
Advertisement
The gods sit back down. Hel, the goddess of life, stands up.
Hel: "Quinn, this must be painful for you right? Watching your son in so much pain... Sadly we gods cannot do anything to him anymore. We can only hope that he can get through this with the help of his wives and Artimael the world traveller and the Lamia's and Naga's who are with him... I wish we would have more power over this world but we don't... We cannot do anything... We cannot call ourselves gods of that world..."
Tyolr: "Even if I wanted to keep him alive I can't. I might be the god of death but if the souls body gets destroyed... Nothing can save the soul anymore. And when his body cannot adjust to the race changes and breaks... We can't do anything. His soul will wander until it finds a new body... We don't have enough control over that world to direct the flow of souls. It's as Hel said. We cannot call ourselves gods of that world."
Kinral: "The only thing I can do is watch. I am certain his soul will not go to the afterlife... His soul will wander in the Eternal Plane... The one place we cannot go to. Only the creator can go there and we don't know where he is or what he is doing."
One of the women behind Quinn stands up. It is the mother of Mithneel, the elven queen, Kaylessa.
Kaylessa: "My son... Please survive! The gods cannot do anything to that world... But you can! So survive the changes! When the changes finish... You will never have to worry about death again..."
Everybody sits back down and stares at the globe, crying or very sad or very worried.
*In the house while Mithneel is unconcious."
Artimael and the Lamia Chief are arguing about the one medicine that can help Mithneel survive his changes. A Lamia goes through a huge change in their life around the teenage years when their upper body starts mutating into a human one.
Artimael: "What do you mean that you ran out!?"
Lamia Chief: "The last one we had was used on a child who had a frail body and absoloutely needed it to survive! We didn't know that Mithneel was like a Lamia! We didn't even know he existed until a few days ago!"
Artimael: "Where can we get more!?"
Lamia Chief: "I am afraid that even I don't know... We had that medicine for thousands of years... The only one who knows is the old Lamia Chief in the Grand Hall underground. He knows where his father went to get it from before."
Artimael: "How do we get to the Grand Hall?"
Lamia Chief: "Right here."
The lamia chief opens a hatch to reveal a huge pit.
Lamia Chief: "Jump down and you'll land in the entrance. We Lamia's just scurry down the wall using our sticky bellies."
Advertisement
Artimael immediatly jumps down the pit surprising the Lamia Chief. The chief goes towards Mithneel and looks at the four crying girls who are holding his hands.
Lamia Chief: "We can now only hope the gods save him... If they can and care for this boy now..."
Fyra: "The gods better help him... Or I will never pray to them again..."
Julia: "I never knew I could cry so much... Especcially for a person I barely know... But it's just painful seeing him like this... You can see his head bleeding and his nails growing and his body hardening... We cannot even stop the bleeding if we want him to survive right?"
Lamia Chief: "Yes. We once tried to stop the bleeding when one of our children started changing... What resulted was pure brutality... The body started twisting itself and it finally twisted it's head so the veins stopped giving blood to the brain, killing the child... We betrayed our instincts to not stop the bleeding to do that... Always listen to your instincts..."
A sudden scream fills the room. Mithneel screamed again and everybody looked at him. One of the Lamian doctors hurries over and inspects his body.
Lamia: "What... What is this!? There is something growing right above his heart! It looks exactly like a dungeon core! Who is this boy?! Horns, wings, longer claws... Demon qualities... Longer hair, smoother body, better eyesight... Elven qualities... His body is changing into a smooth stone-ish thing... I don't know what quality that is... This boy... Has three to four races... It's rare to be a half-race aka with two races.... But with four..."
*Underground, Artimael's view*
Damn! I never thought Mithneel would suddenly show up bleeding! I thought he was as strong as me! I must find that medicine now!
I run towards a big door that I saw when I fell. When I open the door I see a Grand Hall... And many old Lamias sitting on thrones. They all immediatly turn their views to me when I open the door.
Old Lamia: "What are you doing here?!"
Artimael: "I am here to ask you where the Medicine is!"
Old Lamia: "What medicine!?"
Artimael: "To help get through body changes!"
Old Lamia: "And why should we tell you?"
Artimael: "My pal up there is going to die without it and if he dies... I'll kill you all for not helping him!"
Old Lamia: "Ah fine, you sound like trouble... We have a stock of the Medicine in the room right of here. Grab some and go above ground. Why haven't the other Lamias come down to get it though?"
Artimael: "They are looking over Mithneel..."
Old Lamia: "Mithneel!? Mithneel you say!? The Lamia Oracle told us about Mithneel! Take the medicine quickly! Bretheren, let's go! We cannot let Mithneel die! The Oracle told us he will save the world from destruction! We must get him to like us if we don't want to be classified as beings to destroy! Quickly!"
The old Lamias start slithering towards the exit as I go and quickly grab the medicine that is in a bottle. When I go out I see that all the Lamias have already gone up and I go too. The whole house is destroyed due to the size of the Old Lamias so they had to break the walls to make room.
Old Lamia: "This is... Mithneel... He looks exactly like the Oracle said."
Artimael: "Oi, Chief! Here!"
I throw the bottle towards the Chief who catches it and immediatly opens it and forces Mithneel to drink it.
Now we wait... For Mithneel to recover.
*Back to Mithneel's view. Three weeks after the Medicine was given to Mithneel.*
I regain conciousness... How many days have passed? I don't feel as much pain and I am not as tired... I open my eyes and notice nobody around me except the four girls who are asleep. I lift my body up without waking the girls and feel something weird... My hair... Isn't it too long? I remember it being to my shoulders but isn't it below my belt right now? And also... What are these weird things on my back... And on my head aswell?!
I try to touch them but the moment I move my body I feel something above my heart. I look around my body and feel the changes... There is some kind of... Round... Object... Lodged above my heart... It feels so natural to have it there... Like it should've been there since my birth.
I also seem to have... Horns... And wings.. I can make the Wings fold so much that they seem like they dissapeared but the Horns are a problem... They stick out so much from my hair because when I looked at the colour of my hair... It is half emerald-green half white. When I took a mirror that was on the table near the bed I was on and looked at my face... It is the same but I had big red horns sticking out of my head. My eye colour didn't change though. I try look at the weird round object lodged above my heart... You cannot see it from the outside at all...
My body... It's taller isn't it? When I regained conciousness before I didn't feel my body hitting the edge of the bed but now I do... The bed is about two meters and thirty centimeters isn't it? So I must be around that height aswell... My body skin seems to be a lot smoother... But also a lot stronger... I'll just wait for the girls to wake up until I get up from the bed...
How much has my body really changed? I wonder...
Advertisement
- In Serial19 Chapters
Bloodlust
Born with an uncommon sickness, Asmund was raised in solitude inside a cage of glass. Living all his life hating this damned world, even as his death was quickly approaching never did he let go of his wrath. But... As he was right about to reach the river Styx, something unexpected happened.A new change came to the world, and a chance for Asmund to gain all that he always desired, his merciless heart set on conquering the world!WARNING: This story contain pretty much anything that could hurt the poor sensibility of the weak hearted... Blood, Gore, Sex, Weird Puns and Vulgarities! Also the author is french so it doesn't help! Fuckign french, who like french?! Also the story have a EVIL protagonist, so please bear it in mind when you read this story!Another word from me, the damn french! I already started writing this story a while ago and was only sharring it among the guys of the Den of Madness, and decided to share it on a whim. Suggestion? Won't listen to them. Praise? Sure go ahead, always cool to hear it not that it would change anything trololol! Insult? Used to them, won't change anything either. Critisism? Don't care.There you go! NOW ENJOY THE DAMN STORY UNTIL I'M BANNED FOR WRITING SOMETHING YET AGAIN DISTURBING!
8 211 - In Serial43 Chapters
SEEING BEYOND
Xianxia, fast-paced, overpowered and scheming >>> Welcome. A man lived working his whole life from school to his death. He was a succesful businessman but one day saw his company failing and he lost everything: Money, family, friends, status... He realized the cruelty of life and how everyone around him had only faked emotions. Cursing himself for having believed in others and not seeing through their made-up faces, having nothing left and no one to turn to and being too old to start things again from the beginning, he jumps and dies...But he won't have the luxury to rest as a new life awaits him. This time, he won't make the same mistakes, he will try to see beyond the truth of things. Delivered to you by UGU
8 134 - In Serial17 Chapters
School-life & Swordfights: A Clubs and Stubs Tale
Warning: Clubs and Stubs contains strong language and situations throughout that may not be suitable for younger readers. "This story takes place in a fantasy world with a modernish setting. It mainly follows four students of Hardires High School who are members of one of the greatest Team Arena Squads in the history of gladiatorial school athletics. Already two-time high-school world champions, they have entered their fourth and final year of high school in hopes of capturing a third straight world championship—something that no other school on the continent has accomplished. As they prepare for an upcoming match with a rival school, it becomes evident that keeping their two-and-a-half-year winning streak alive will be tougher than expected. As both personal and external problems abound for the student-gladiators, can they manage to keep it together under the constant pressure of being the perfect fighting unit? A blend of action, drama, adventure, and humor collide in this brand-new series!" Thanks so much for checking out my story! This is the first time that I've released any of my work to a public space so any feedback, be it positive or negative (but please be respectful if so) would be greatly appreciated. I'm hoping that this story is only the beginning of a long-running series of short stories set in the Clubs and Stubs universe. Temporary Book Cover Design by David Watson The release schedule is rather tentative, but the goal is to release a chapter every 2-4 days. I want to make sure that every scene is the best it can be before it’s released, so it may take a bit longer especially if it's a longer chapter. However, no chapter should take more than a week to be released. Each scene varies in length, but are usually between 1,000 to 2,000 words.
8 105 - In Serial17 Chapters
Magician's Hill
As a magician Dias has run into a lot of problems. Not 'street magician' though that would carry a lot less baggage... For better or for worse he has run into the supernatural side of things more than he would have liked. In fact it keeps pestering him more than he'd like and after spending the night at a Motel... his life just got a whole lot more complicated. Expect that now that he owns a hill... the "Magician's Hill" now that the former witch/owner is dead. It doesn't help that most of the supernatural residents also seem to have taken an interest in him though it feels like a coin toss if thats a good thing or a bad thing. Especially when they realize that his problems followed him to their city.
8 119 - In Serial30 Chapters
Sold to my Mate (COMPLETED)
I'm Amara Harper, I am 17 (I think?), and I am rogue. My dad and my mom died in a wolf attack, so my brother and I live in a small house by the woods. You may think this is a perfect life, but it's not. My brother is a gamble addict. Every time he loses he comes home and drinks, then hits and kicks me over and over again. I cook and clean, I don't go to school, instead I learn online behind closed doors. My brother was in so deep, so he offered me up. And I am currently in shock, because the guy said...Yes 16,825 words Read my story and you will know what it was like to be 'Sold to my Mate'
8 128 - In Serial189 Chapters
[1.1] Highly Antisocial ✓ | MARAUDERS INSTAGRAM AU
Let's face it, if the Marauders had Instagram Sirius would be the king, James and Lily would flirt in the comments and Peter would have no clue how to tag. Highly clichéd but clichés are there for a reason.1975 ↣ 1978[INSTAGRAM AU][HIGHEST RANK - #96 IN FANFICTION]
8 273

