Eldritch Claw
The last Invisus: book 1
A scarred world, a boy with monster beyond his closet, a company mad with power.
He always knew he was different, always trying to be normal.
But now he's fallen down the rabbit hole and it's far from a wonder land.
Here in this twisted wonder land of horror Gane Murdock needs to face more then just the monster roaming the land.
Chapter 1: to wake to the Darkness of stone
My name is Clawtaine. I'm 18 years old and I'm not what you would call normal. Far from infact
I am an Invisus. A being of good and evil, made from the lingering power from a battle between a great angel and devil. This not only created me but gave me the power of eldritch energies, a seed of pure chaos is buried deep in the very center of my soul. I have the skill and knowledge to harness the eldritch power as a tool as well as a weapon.
The first thought that came to my head was that my head was throbbing and that I should take some thing to get rid of it. Then I thought about school and remembered that semester finals where today and I freaked out at the thought of failing my finals.
I opened my eyes suddenly to see a cave roof. I stared at the cold stone roof for a long moment admiring the intricate patterns etched in the stone by millennia of water. Then the thought of
"Where the hell am I!" popped in my head.
I stood up slowly, and found that my muscles were tight and ached. I looked all around the cave, taking in all of my surroundings to try and find out where I was. The cave was damp and dark. I could touch the roof of the cave but that's not saying much since I was five foot eleven. I looked down to find my fairly long legs were dressed in black cargo pants, and then I noticed that I was fully dressed in a black T shirt with a red tribal dragon on the front of it, my feet were clad in black leather military boots, and as the finishing touch I was wearing my black trench coat. I was utterly confused.
"How on earth did I end up in here?" I thought in a sudden panic. I turned my thoughts to getting out of this dark, stone prison. I began to look around the cave for and exit. I turned around and around in a circle, on the brink of mindless panic. There was no opening in sight that held the light of day, but there was a tunnel to my right that could lead me out or lead me deeper into trouble. After a moment of thought I decide to take the chance and wandered into the tunnel.
The tunnel went on for a while before it finely opened up to a large cavernous room with a caved in opening. I groaned at the thought of clearing this exit out. After a moment of thought I finally mustered myself to the task before me. I clapped my hands together and rubbed them with anticipation. I knelt down and placed my hands on the rocks I closed my eyes and siphoned my eldritch energy through my hands and into the rocks. The rock began to glow black with small wisps of silver that seemed to flout through the rocks. This felt deferent then it should feel, more powerful, stronger, more wild, and untamed. I looked on in a combination of awe, wonder, and fear. Then stood up and stumbled back and fell flat on my back. The rocks began to glow brighter, more black that seemed to radiate off the rocks and the silver strips and threads began to show on the wall like a child's night light. There was the sound of cracking rock and then a sudden sound that should not have been heard by mortal ears, a sound that would reverberate through more then just this world.
I felt dizzy, tired and drained, for a few seconds everything was spinning, I regained my strength still feeling tired, but stable.
I looked down at my hands as sun light flooded in through the now open cave entrance. My hands glowed black with wisps of silver just like that of the rocks that I had just blew to ruble. I had eldritch magic my whole life but this was different. This was old magic, older then most life that has ever been in heaven or hell, I didn't understand how I know this but I just did.
Eldritch power comes in many colors that are dependent on the owner personality and the more "pure" the color the more powerful it is, the less pure the color is the more transparent it is. The colors are: blue, red, purple, green, and yellow. Blue is for those of good intent, red for those of dark intent, purple for those who are only trying to survive, green for those that had purple but mastered the powers.
When I was young my eldritch energy was purple and after years of hard work I eventually reached eldritch metamorphoses turning my eldritch into a more potent and strong green eldritch.
I stepped out in to the sun shielding my sensitive silver colored eyes, from the painful sun.
Before I tell you what I saw I'm just going to get all of my history out of the way to avoid confusion.
I grew up in an orphanage where my mother had left me when I was 3 months old. The people that worked there had always told me that my mother look just like me but her hair was blond with two black strips that were in the same places as the silver stripes in my hair. That she had a feeling of love, calmness and leader ship around her. I had never known my mother or father and I probably never would. I never knew what I really was until I was 13 years old. That was when I woke up to find a pair of horns growing out of my forehead and a pair of devil wings growing out my back. Thanks only to lady luck that at that every moment that I could make the wings and horns retract at will. After that I spent all of my free time reading everything I could about angels, devils, demons, and every mythological creature. I was some how born with the knowledge of what I was. It was for this that I knew that Demons were not hell spawn but creatures the manifested of pure elemental chaos that lived in a realm called the Abyss. I also knew that there was not one Devil but several different races of them. I know that I was an Invisus also called a fallen angel and how they came to be. I knew that Lycanthropes (were creature like werewolves) came from us Invisus and that I can have a beast form like a Were creature but far more powerful. I knew that I had the ancient power of chaos lased with in my soul, I knew that there were myths that there was a kind of eldritch magic more powerful and wild then the others, that it was older then many of the gods and that its colors were either black, silver, gold or white.
It was now that I knew that I had gone through what was in sense eldritch metamorphosis while I was in the cave and that I had a power that the world had never seen and should never see.