Curse of the Soul – The Origins of H. and Vile

By THE Xenomorph

X-Men Evolution and it's character's are © Marvel

Aliens, Xenomorph and associated material are © Dark Horse/20th Century Fox

The characters of HoMe, Vile, Gik'reber and other Xeno-Sapien's are © THE Xenomorph

Author's Note and Synopsis.

It's been quite a while since I wrote a story with H. or Vile, but now my mind is back in the right place to write the right way for this project. This is a HUGE undertaking for me since I will be retconning the living crap out of H. and Vile's lives. I won't remove the H. or Vile stories until this story is complete. The first retcon will be obvious, Vile's appearing in the first half of the story in fact it's his memories that start us off and introduce us to the others. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it.

The Prince's Night Terror

The pain...

It spreads through me like a cavity through a rotting tooth. I scream aloud and it echoes back, but the voices are not my own they are...

Calm.

I am awake.

I am Vile, Prince of the Hive. A gift from the darkness of the void to my people, my existence has brought forth the others. Praenuntius, our hope for a bright future if she ever chooses a mate, was the second and my sister in my human life. Dassan, the sword arm of the hive, he brings a wrathful end to our enemies. Jeht, a brother who tests our patience both hive bound and normal. Seltesh the Ever Young, brought to us by her own human mother in hopes of preserving her life. We did, she is now our sister. Leto was our final member, as close to a brother as I could want, he was likely to win my sister as a mate, I could not object. Now though the Queens seek a new world to bring others to our hive.

I stand before them, their instructions echoing in my head. We are to head to our world of origin and find others with the same mutation to create more of our kind. The hive craves our new presence and we must supply more. As I turn to leave the queens and fight the current inhabitants of this world for a craft I find myself enthralled by visions of my home world. I see it has changed since the days of kings and now buildings as tall as the sky itself crest the world. I am in awe for moments as these visions pass. Then the pain arrives again and I collapse to the ground clutching my chest. Then blackness.

When next I awake the Queens tell my of the connection. The connection I share to the mutated worthless waste of embryo that was birthed as I mutated. It was born as my human body was replaced with the hive's blessed body. It was undersized and fearful for it was not within the hive. It left the sanctity of our hive before anything could be done. The Queens thought nothing of it until this day for they had thought it dead. Now though my connection to it has reappeared as it has turned up on Earth.

The Queens though did not seem displeased. No they were happy and ordered me to advance the arrival of the hive. I made my way to the surface with a smile as I felt Leto's mind join my own. He offered his aid and I accepted. I was going home to end it.

That was not my fate though. HoMe was in fact going to absolve me of my life with the hive.