The Dark-link Chronicles.
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The Dark-link Chronicles.

Preface.

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Before I regale my story it is important to understand my unusual narrative, my native language is that of the ancients, uttered in a time that pre-dates the myths and legends of mortals. I can converse in many tongues however I choose to scribe in plain English whist indulging myself in some literary license. I write for my own pleasure and for anyone who wishes to ride along on my dreams.

The book of Panspermia 

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The Panspermia is an historical testimony bound in fleshling hide, its tanned skin leafs now all but faded but this is of no consequence as each page has to be committed to memory for this is our heritage. In an existence where the five pentagram communities; The Companions, The Order of mercy, The Necromantic nobles, The Daemons and the Founders were the superiors, every thousandth season of cleansing would see a new community at the pinnacle of domination; this was the time of The Daemons and in their hands laid the fate of the fleshling core. The Daemons nature was to exploit the most negative of natures in the lower forms or fleshlings; theirs was the path of disruption and imbalance.  

Chapter one

The Mark of the Daemons

  The Mark of the Daemons

 

My birth vessel was of the fleshling line; she was a pure blood vulnerable until debased by her corrupt, abusive and murderous elder of a brother, who unbeknown to her was a possessor, a fleshing Daemon hybrid who would remain under Daemon manipulation until the day of reckoning. She carried his mark of incestuous lust while her youngling brother bore his mark of eternal stillness. Hereafter her elder would bear the mark of the first fleshling murderer while she his sister would, bear the stigma of being the first outcast. There was no way the communities could condone a propagator of such impure seed so she was set apart with her Daemon spawn to the scavengers of the darker elements to take advantage of. They painstakingly stripped off her very essence and in the depths of her dark submission she relinquished all but two facets of her heritage; the maternal instinct and the emotion of rage. 

The ignorance of her conception and development into women hood was to be in bleak isolation where she would ultimately bear her labour pains in solitude, her cries echoing through the empty valley’s while the howling winds gave the camouflage she so desperately wanted. Unceremoniously her abomination fell into a hollow depression a mass of plump flesh mucus and blood, it too joined in the painful chorus as it lay in the mud cleansed and baptised in the torrent of rain. Vulnerable and aware she was in the open, the safety of her offspring was now her paramount concern, with the filthy smidgen of cloth that only just covered her modesty, she wiped its face free of birth debris and cradled the sobbing mass in her protective arms, nurturing it with loving tenderness and suckling by accident rather than design until that short form of death we call sleep overwhelmed them both.

The dawn exhaled its warm breath onto the tightly huddled mother and child, in desperation it had learned to suckle through the night as its only parent lapsed in and out of oblivion; it was still suckling heavily as her long and slender fingers gently pinched its tiny nose and covered its mouth so gently that it had nuzzled onto a knuckle without realising it. Danger approached hiding in the simmering haze of the new dawn, she knew there was no time for the concealment of her new born, but she had adapted to her environment over many months of necessity, her feral body had mutated into a vicious cunning predator much the same as the one that had dared to stray to close to her infant, what ever it was, it had been observed, and was terminated before it had sensed her attack, today she had won the game of predator and prey but after the trauma of her delivery she needed to feed and replenish, this she undertook with gusto gorging herself until exhaustion finally overtook her, meanwhile quite oblivious her offspring silently slept on.   

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To be continued.

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