In Nica's Shadow

NOTE: This story is discontinued and completed. It was written at a time I was very sick and thought. It would not turn out well. I have shifted the energy of writing to a new story that is a more intense form of BDSM and romance but doesn't delve as deeply in pending death and doom. In the realm where mortals tread, I observe their frantic scurrying, stumbling from grace, and bowing before false deities. They sacrifice kin and companions, seeking fleeting solace. The art of traversing known realms and conquering fear eludes them. I have allowed them to wander aimlessly for far too long. The foul scent of hope pollutes the world as they yield to fear, devoid of valor and pride. I dispatched my begotten sons, time and again, to seduce and ravage the sins of the masses, heralding an era of death and desire. Plagues and wars unfurled as my sons painted the world in chaos. A sly grin emerges upon my lips, for I delight in the spectacle. It reminds me of a nursery rhyme from a bygone era, whispered at a child's bedside. The darkness weaves strange reminiscences of the bittersweet. A child afflicted by plague's boils and the mother's dread realization of transmitting her malady. Through the ages, naught has changed since their first steps upon the earth. Agony and despair linger in the air, the essence and longing of existence. Amidst the apparent serenity, a subtle note of turmoil wafts—a melody of corrupted souls. For even in their docility, these creations can wield ruthlessness. Alas, they revere strength, unaware that the mightiest often shatter, crying like infants as their bones snap between my fingers. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Should you seek a tale of systematic oppression, generational torment, vile assault, and the macabre, I extend an invitation to the narrative of innocence's demise—the beauty found within life's darkest corners. The battle yet wages, and perchance, as my final thoughts manifest, redemption shall unfold its melodic strains. Or perchance, I shall pen their ultimate sentence—an exquisite requiem, unbridling my vengeance in the shadows cast by Nica.

DerekJPerna · Fantasia

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53 Chs

CH 29 - Into the Darkness

Caesar takes a deep breath as his hand presses against the darkness of the spell. His mind slowly calms as he remembers who he is and what he is destined to be. He takes a deep breath and places his hand into the rancid darkness as his muscles contract. A thousand needles dig into his flesh, tearing forward as he presses on, grimacing. Nica is facing the dark, the terror, and she cannot face it alone.

Clenching his teeth, Caesar moves forward as he steps into the room, closing his eyes. His flesh shreds as he passes through, he curses his life, and the path he chose as the pain is terrifying. A pain he escaped by living a simple life. His body spams in the horror of the pain as the blades dig deep into his body, shredding his muscles.

Focusing on the face of Gabriella in his mind, Caesar struggles to move forward. He collapses the moment he passes through the barrier as every muscle fiber, nerve, and muscle has been severed. His brain focuses on the pain as he tries to understand who he is. What he is at the depths of his soul.

An almost unimaginable pain passes through him as every nerve ending is screaming in defiance. The tiny trembles were coursing through his body as waves of anguish cursed his mind. The terrors of knowing that every pain he has ever suffered was not behind him but lay before him. His suffering was only beginning as his mind tore into the depth of his emotional abyss. He couldn't save them; he couldn't protect the prophets. He couldn't save the world from the darkness, but he defended it from the true wickedness of the world.

He protected the world from the horrors he would bring as he went from savage to lamb. Tears fall from his eyes as he desires to tear his flesh into two. To kill the darkness within himself to pieces and let them all live peaceful lives without his burden. Focusing on the look of Gabriella's eyes, the soft blue with the mix of brown in her left eye, that split of focus. The duality of the existence of life there is a mixture of the dark and the light.

As tears fall from his eyes, he recalls the death of his beloved Selena, the one he couldn't protect, as his mind reaches to the depths to destroy his heart and give up life's desires. As his body suffers, Caesar embraces it, embracing his darkness, failures, anger, and torments. He embraces his lack of power to protect those he loves and the repetition of his weak moments. He is the demonic and the living, the saint and the sinner, the terrifying truth that we are all monsters.

With one single outburst Caesar screams out a loud growl as his flesh bursts into flames as he is being cleansed. His collapsed frame is hidden by blue light as every fiber is burnt from his flesh, the tiny muscles curling as the fat bubbles cook inside him. The succulent scent of his body burning feeds his soul as his desire to consume increases. His desire to conquer ravages his mind as the body twists grotesque shapes and the bones crackle in the heat.

The flesh melts from the bones, and his cheek sags down his face as the skin melts away. Their hair is long and burned. Every instance of his being is cooked as the room is engulfed in flames. Caesar screams in unforgiving pain. His clawed fingers tear into his flesh, pulling it away, revealing ancient runes carved into bones. The pain overwhelms him as his mind twists in his thoughts and collapses forward in a puff of ash as he ceases to exist.

In the darkness are the honeysuckle scent of death and cooked meats as Caesar passes through the barrier. Running through his dark brown hair, Caesar feels his nerves on fire, cursing their existence; the inches at the edge of his long beard sang as he transformed into what he once was before his transformation. He was once an older man tormented with dreams of preserving the youth and innocence of the world.

Taking a deep breath, Caesar speaks into the darkness, "I open myself to your eyes to be seen and judged, Father. Take me on the path of the prophets, and let me follow in their footsteps. Let me be judged as they are judged. And if she is found wanting and I am worthy, let me speak in her defense."

The question mills within my mind as the thoughts linger on his desire and the haunting memories of the women who have come before. The hundreds that left him unchanged as he found buried his darkness within his mind. He is embracing the darkness that burns within him as he realizes his power, but does he know what he is asking of me? Does he know the demons that lurk within the mind that can feed upon the soul of man? The darkness that provides every ounce of pain that moves within his being.

The defiance in Caesar's eyes speaks to his hubris as his mind relives a pain that has come and gone. He embraced it like a badge of honor. His confused mind makes him believe that the loss of love makes him unique. It is experienced daily throughout the many worlds of existence, yet his defiance remains. He wishes to be judged as they have all been considered. To face the torment that they have all faced. If he expects an end to pain, why not be deemed as they have been judged before him?

Has he filled his purpose, fueled by hatred and desire, or did he run from it? Did he serve what the world demanded of all its creations? Did he live up to the potential they were blessed with, or did he fall short? I wonder if Caesar even knows what he was made for. The hubris of man to believe they know what God has in store for them.

"Descend..." I command as Caesar falls into the abyss.

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