Chapter 12. Defiled From The Womb

Hey guys sorry for the late upload I had been through writer's block for the last couple of days because I didn't know how to tackle this chapter. but this is my longest chapter yet I hope you enjoy it!!! By the way, I updated Gathorns name to Gothorn as Gath did not have the proper meaning sorry for the inconvenience. I also changed chapters 9, 10, and 11 as I had some inconsistencies that I needed to take care of please go back and read them as you might get confused. I will be changing chapters one through four relatively soon as I feel they were written by a fifth grader.

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I woke up to the Feeling of excruciating immolation. Opening my eyes felt like I was rending my flesh apart. I strained my head around to take account of my condition only to notice I was floating in a crystalline cocoon in the center of a golden lotus. Immersed in a blue liquid plant-like vines were wrapped around my body as if part of my body, the thickest one adjoined to my navel. The clacking of footsteps thundered, abusing my ears. My eyes were riddled with pain and slowly focused on the man standing before me, his icy silver eyes bore into me. As if dropped in a frozen tundra, I shivered in fear as the temperature around me plummeted precipitously. Draped in a sanguine toga and bearing a crystal crown on his head, his presence was terrorizing.

Beside him stood a phantom man draped in a black cloak, his presence fleeting and easy to lose track of as if an apparition, flickering in and out of reality. Avoiding any further eye contact I looked around to notice that the two men were standing atop branches. Further taking my surroundings into account I saw that I was at the end of a branch of a massive black tree with purple petals glowing in the darkness. There were hundreds of other flowers like mine on the ends of the branches of the tree that held in cocoons within, the blue and green bodies within were malformed or shriveled, clearly dead."Patriarch this one's mother died during the pregnancy but we prevailed in preserving it with this womb. The other disappointments mean nothing if this one succeeds, I'm confident in its purity. In order to make him have tremendous affinity and sensitivity towards negative emotions I activated the demonic DNA on the x chromosome for some assurances. The only issue is its constitution, we could just scrap it and restart."

The man was unresponsive to the man's report and quietly scrutinized the boy for a while, the Triskele in his silver eyes glowed. "Such a wretched little creature… frail and ugly beyond belief it would be a push to call this Nadur. But he shall be the one that bears the grievances of the predecessors and the catastrophe of our circumstances. After his last injection of heaven's sensitivity and take him out, I'll create the magic seal." A vine with a needle attached to it rose from the lotus into my cocoon, puncturing the space between my brow, and began pumping a warm liquid through my head. Instantly I felt as if my brain was electrocuted. The pain spread down my spinal cord into the rest of my body. The spontaneous combustion of all the nerve endings in my body brought me to a convulsion. My eyes roll back from the pain of being pricked with a million burning needles, yet what should have overloaded my brain failed to make me pass out. With every passing moment, the pain increased.

The black-cloaked in black observed with curiosity with expectant eyes. " The others usually fainted or died from the pain but you persist, I love that peculiar characteristic of yours. Let's inject you with the tree's sacred spirit memory root so you'll never forget this pain or the hatred this is to ensue. I trust you'll be able to bear it, don't disappoint me." After ten repeated injections of strange liquids and objects into my body, The liquid in the pod drained and the vines connected to my body detached and retreated. The cloaked man waved his hand and a force came over my body moving me from the now-open pod onto a black lotus altar sprouting from the base of the tree.

Milky white opal roots, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow, grew from the center of the flower's altar. They pierced my skin, shackling me firmly in place. Suddenly the man draped in red appeared before the altar forming a hand seal, using telekinesis he dipped a paper-thin dagger into the ovaries of the lotus, retrieving its pitch-black nectar. After soaking up all the ink-like nectar into the blade's groves and symbols, the dagger then flew straight into my chest piercing it. The pain felt like nothing I felt before, more painful than all my previous injuries combined. Ink symbols started to spread across my little green body. My body then began to shine and voices began to murmur then screech and wail. " destroy it all… Avenge me… They took everything from me… Burn them to ashes… We have been contaminated, corrupted, sterilized… Defiled… bring us vindication, give them retribution… Avenge us."

A hate so strong ravaged my mind. Golden chains rose from the flower coiling my body like a snake. When the chains reached my chest they pierced my heart burrowing into my heart.My body proceeded to convulse under the turmoil of this bombardment of agony. The corpses of all the other children that perished in the wombs began to shriek in sorrow. the crystalline cocoons they floated in filled with their blood as it seeped from every poor of their bodies tuning the crystal to a murky red shade before eventually turning black. their souls relinquished their hold on their long-dead bodies and flew toward me, infiltrating the ink seal on my body. All the pain, anger, and suffering they endure transferred over to me. Unable to tolerate the massive amounts of pain worth Three hundred thousand lifetimes my underdeveloped vocal cords relinquished an unsightly screech.

"Don't worry child, your bretheren's loss was not in vain, even in death I will put them to use." Seeing the anomaly the man in the red toga gave his assurance with a cold light blazing in his eyes. "Our opprobrium will not be forgotten. The Nádur will necessarily pay back all grievances. You will be the darkness that envelops our oppressors, the conflagration that will not be extinguished till judgment has been legislated, your body shall not know rest, and serenity shall be a foreigner to your psyche till we find our retribution. That dark thorn in the side of our enemies rending their flesh and spilling their blood till the wombs of our defile mothers are cleansed and the seed of our fathers be fertile once more, you shall be called Gothorn the fang that is pressed against the neck. Bound by the will of the ancestors you shall purify this disgraced clan."

The seal stopped absorbing manna from the surrounding air. The cold man became visibly fatigued and began to walk away from the altar." He shall be the template for the others, fix that issue of the constitution I don't want to see it in the other versions. Clean everything up." The cloaked man bowed deeply at the man's fading visage. "Yes sir."

My eyes were blinded by the amount of pain coursing through my body, rolled back and foam began spilling from my mouth, yet my mind's eye could see everything. The cloaked man drew near and telekinetically cracked all of the cocoons extracting a strange black liquid from them. An ebony slime-like creature formed before my eyes it was pitch black save for the seven large golden orbs floating in its body. the once blackened crystal cacoons round about me now became clear now that they had been emptied. He dropped the creature I'd met and the moment it landed it entered my body from every orifice. "Now you and your brethren will be together forever, but don't worry I'll be giving you more soon. You should be thankful to me."

A profound weakness overcame me and the petals of the lotus closed in on me from then on me and darkness overtook me but the pain did not fade. The pain was an ever-present consistency in my existence, the memories of the spirits came into my mind constantly and the source of their demise played in my mind over and over again the pain increasing in intensity each time. Life was a constant balance between large swaths of unconsciousness, some days I would awake to find myself in that black-cloaked man's lab being cut up or injected with a range of liquids. During the few moments, I could see my clanmates my hopes of finding love were dashed, I could feel the frustration and hatred of all the infertile clan members who were reaching the end of their lifespans but could not ensure a single offspring.

The shattered dreams of becoming Asuras had been extinguished never to be realized, it was no more than vanity. With each passing day, the voices amplified in intensity. The dislike the clan members had for me increased as wherever I was present would be subject to bad fortune. Plants would die wherever I stepped and cattle would grow feeble in my presence. From the day of my conception, all I've ever felt was misery and resentment. In the beginning, I had hope as some of the elders took it upon themselves to teach me but their inner Voice of resentment and self-loathing was louder than the words that came from their mouths. I was a reminder to all that the clan was in decline. I am the one child to be born in the last thousand years who was frail beyond comprehension, and no matter how much I was fed my body stopped growing after reaching a four-year-old human's height, the painful threat of extinction was sensed by everyone. Their emotions of fear and frustration flooded into me. I saw the abyss that they faced every waking day and sensed the precipice of destruction they constantly towed. I felt the pain they felt and that of the spirits of our ancestors.

In hopes of seeing their smile, I absorbed all of their negative emotions for the pain of watching them suffer was even more unbearable. For a time the pain that I felt was worth it but soon I noticed when they looked at me their smiles faded and contempt appeared on their faces. pain that I felt every waking moment and sleeping second of my life came to a juncture at one of the clan meetings as it was discussed whether I should be euthanized, for there had been a report from the labs that some children were expected to be born in the coming years. My body froze over like a statue and my mind was unable to process what I had just heard.

At that very moment a bizarre spirit with four arms, a featureless face, and a golden ring-shaped crown with twelve eyes with black sclera and x-shaped pupils embedded into it appeared before me. It wailed in anger and fury. "They took everything from me!!… Tossed me aside like a wet rag!! Like I never mattered!!" It flashed before me grasping my shoulders with a pair of hands and with the other, it reached towards my chest and pulled out the golden chains binding my heart. "Avenge me, child!! Avenge your ancestors… Destroy it all!!" the chain connected to my heart connected to the hole in his chest where its heart should have been when he inserted it, and our minds and emotions synchronized. Its anger and memories flowed into me like a tsunami. The crown's usage Of him in the demon wars watching his brothers fall one by one. The destruction of his body bit by bit the crown's fear of him after the war had ended his assassination resulted in every last one in his immediate family tree being slaughtered down to the last child. And to add salt to the wound, the Clans abandonment. His spirit watching as his existence was erased from history and relegated to clan archives and crown vaults brewed an insufferable rage.

The spirit entered my soul, his rage became my rage. I let loose a savage scream and my body transformed into a four-armed child with the same characteristics as the spirit that possessed me. My body let loose an explosion as a ring of fire expanded from my body. The clan members nearby saw my transformation and retreated in fear as a vile aura bore heavily upon them. "Destroy it all. Make them pay!!" Though conscious I had no control over my actions or my emotions. The clan hall was set ablaze as I made my move to slaughter all in my proximity. I appeared before an ancient woman, hand ablaze in an attempt to decapitate her.

The patriarch appeared before me in a flash, his face stoic, his eyes vacant, and snatched me by the neck before I could reach her and he suffocated me until I lost consciousness. The clan called for my decapitation as I was deemed hazardous and unstable the patriarch reasoned that I should be kept alive until the clan produced other viable children. To preserve peace, the patriarch sealed me in a lightless pit, feeding me by the vines of a wisteria tree once a month. in that darkness where no light reaches and the voices of those spirits get ever stronger, I have concluded that defiled creatures such as I should have never been born. it was better if I had died along with the others than, I surely would be free from this pain.