Author Notes/Disclaimer:(remember that this is rated M for a reason)

This is rated M due to blood, language, death, vivid descriptions, as well as other things. Remember this is Dead space, you've been warned. This is a side story to my main story: Dead Space: The Lock Box. The purpose of this side story and those to come after are made to introduce new things that protein to the whole of the series and my expanding of the Dead Space verse. This meaning that the overall purpose of my fan fiction series for Dead Space is going to involve a lot of additions to it because very little will involve main canon, but events and people of that main canon will be mentioned. Of course necromorphs will be involved, but as I mentioned before new things will be introduced. I do not own anything of the Hindu religion or Dead Space, but all original works belong to me. Dead Space is owned by EA and Visceral. I hope you enjoy.


"The Raktavija is a demon of Hindu mythology who's blood, if it were to stain the soil it would grow a mirror image of it's self and wreck havoc on the souls of the living. If one were to slay a Raktavija, then they are running a fool's errand and are simply watering the seeds of destruction. By the time you'd have slayed hundreds, you would grow a hundred more."

"Raktabija is a demon-general who sought to overthrow the gods with the demons who rallied to do the same, and take control of the earth. To accomplish such a feat would require a special trinket, a trinket that could only be granted by the creator himself, Brahma. Through the practice of austerities Raktabija was granted a boon that allowed the demon's power to increase by a thousand every time a drop of blood was spilled."

"Such a demon could only be slayed in a absolute victory."


All was in utter silence save for drops of a metallic liquid that stained the metal floor in dark crimson that slowly darkened to a eerie black. Lights were flickering at a pace similar to gentle tidal waves waning against grains of sand. The narrow corridor was once again revived with the faint essence of lifeless sounds that echoed continuously into eternal darkness. As the lights continued to shine their final glimmers of light they ever so slightly told a tale of immense imagery. A tale of despair, a tale of lost, a tale of hopelessness, a tale of untimely ends, but this is a tale with no end.

In a instant a blinding beam of energy blazed through the narrow corridor leaving no crack or crevasse unchecked. In it's wake the walls were illuminated by a luminescent glow. The once dark hallway still stood tall as it's barriers illuminated the essence of the beam. Standing motionlessly yet firm and silently critical was a figure that stood where the beam had emerged from. The figure slowly marched forward with heavy steps that echoed and rippled through the hall, each step was steady and powerful. It's nature mechanical, it's frame was smooth and refined, it was in truth a creation of man based upon various military rigs. It was armored to the brink and stood at twice the height of a full grown man

The mechanical man raised it's large rifle that was being held up at the back by it's right hand that was firmly griping a vertical handle. As for the left hand it was carrying the rifle at the center by a horizontal handle that sat just before the cocking mechanism. The mechanism slowly lifted itself upward and outward as extremely volatile jets of steam excreted from the mechanism. Simultaneously two panels on each side had opened and were also releasing volatile steam. As the weapon continued to cool down the machine spotted nothing of relevant interest and exited the hallway and continued it's hunt for abominations.


"All bots are reporting zero across the board, and at this rate they'll trash whatever's left of the east wing of ECHO labs. I swear all these damn things are meant for is to kill any dumb shit who looks at Madam Elma the wrong way. Speaking of that bitch I heard she called back all commanders for debriefing on all new necromorphs and necromorphs classes. Talk about a busy day, huh Johnson." The operator turned in his seat to face his companion for his thoughts on the situation, and he already knew that he wasn't going to like what he was going to hear.

"Hell! They should rename this lovely shit hole Delta labs for all the weird shit that happens everyday, I swear they don't pay us enough to be working outside the jurisdictions of the Church and Earth Gov! Crazy bastards every last one of them!" Johnson halted his rambling and took a deep breath trying to process all that's happened in the past month.*sigh* "I'm sure they have their reasons to do some of the shit they do, but honestly does any of this make us any better then the government and all those damn loyalists." Both men look at each other speaking a silent conversation with a very clear answer in mind. "Forget I said anything about-" Johnson was stopped mid sentence as his partner gazed at him dead in the eyes with his own half lidded ones that conveyed no emotion. "James?" James sat void of expression and gave a smug smile as he realized what he was about to say.

"You know we got it good here" James gave a half hearted chuckle as he continued. "I'm sure you've heard the rumors surrounding the head of ECHO labs, yes? Well I'm sure you have since everyone else has, and of course the rumor in particular are about his family. I mean don't get me wrong Dr. Enki is a nice guy who cares for nothing more then the safety of all, but then again . . ." The air around them grew dense as James continued to smile smugly, but before he could continue the monitor behind him started flashing red as a alarm went off. "Are you shitting me! They find something now, and not then when they practically blew away part of the facility!"

Already at door ready to get in gear, Johnson yelled from across the room" We'll finish are talk later lets just get the hell out their and take this son of a bitch down!"

"Remember the tier 3 security suits are on the right, and the munitions are on the left!" Johnson banged on the hallway wall twice to show he got the memo while James jumped up from his seat following behind Johnson and several other operators and officers. They made a mad dash for the nearby armory. Men and women filed in one by one wasting no time to get dressed and combat ready. The tier 3 security suit that they wore were similar to the security suit worn by members of the Sprawl security teams on Titan Station, but the tier 3's helmet had three visor lines instead of two, and was much more sharp, curved, and angular in design then the normal security suit. It's visor lights were a deep dark blue that contrasted the glossy dark crimson color scheme of the suit. The armor in general was a bit angular with sharp edges, and was lined with smooth armor plating. The spinal R.I.G on their suits were currently in motion storing their ammunitions, medical equipment, as well as other necessities. This was being done via forms of nanotechnology and small mechanical arms that sorted most equipment in their inventory located throughout their suits.

All of them wielded different variations of pulse rifles, each one was cluttered in varying assortments of attachments, but all of them bared switchable ammo types as well as bayonets fastened at the lengths of the barrels. A revolver was holstered at their sides which also bared a bayonet. Armed to the teeth and ever so ready to eviscerate,or perhaps obliterate any necromorphs that stood as opposition against them.

"Alright now that everyone's ready, activate the chimeras and lets show these bastards that the hunted are now the hunters!" The CO looked over at both James and Johnson who were face palming at how ridiculous the CO's statement was considering how well armed everyone was. Not to mention the group of mechanical drones that would soon be accompanying them. "Something wrong gentlemen?" Johnson was the first to speak.

"Sir with all due respect I'm aware of how dangerous these things are, but chimeras, really? I mean for crying out loud sir these things make any normal sized necromorphs a fucking chew toy!" James followed up.

"Not to mention we already sent out several mark 2 mechs Mason-" Mason brought his hand forward signaling James to hold his thought.

"Now, now James you can refer to me as your CO or Lieutenant, lets be formal here. I mean come on were not drinking buddies, and besides lighten up you two. Were here to kick some necromorph ass and most definitely not chew that shitty bubble gum that you find on the walls out their." Mason was grinning under his helmet. Thinking that he was cunning and sly for his joke, but it was quite clear that everyone else in the room could beg to differ with his foolishness. They wanted nothing more but to hit him right where it hurts. Before anyone could retort, the armory grew silent as a man in a suit and R.I.G of unknown origins walked in with a lab coat attire.

James' eyes widened at realizing who this was while he mumbled under his breathe, 'Speak of the devil.'

"Good day everyone I'm just here to inform all of you that a month from now my brother will be assigned here, and from my understanding their are many rumors surrounding him. Well don't worry, because he won't be coming for another month and that gives you time prepare for his arrival at Madam Elma's lovely establishment. Oh, and by the way Johnson. What James was trying to say was theirs always a black sheep in the family. Guess that makes me the white sheep huh, oh, but don't mind me. I just wanted to give you all the heads up. Good day." Everything he said was spoken casually and free of worry, as to how he managed to be so casual was anyone's guess. The good doctor calmly walked off leaving the security team to it's former task: eliminating necromorphs.

Mason snorted in disgust at the doctor as he walked off which only added to how much his fellow officers despised him and could care less for his well being, or whether or not he lived or died. "Are those fucking dogs ready or do we have to keep standing here like piles of shit?!" A operator walked up to Mason with seven chimeras following close behind. The operator was quite unamused at the absolute ignorance of his CO. "Good, now get the fuck out their and move your asses!" Everyone stormed out of the armory as if they were running straight out of the fires of hell, and maybe their souls might just be headed for those flames.

A total of fifteen men and women left the armory that day. The question was how many would return human, if they return at all? For they would soon find out just how powerful the Raktavija truly was.


I should note that while thing are progressing slowly over all I've been spending a month or so coming up with ideas for this fan fiction series. As for a future note if you like to see a update on progress then feel free to check my profile for status updates and see what I plan on doing. While those updates might not be much I hope they let you know that I'm always working on this mentally and physically, because no matter how slow I work on this I will see it through to the end. So with that said I hope you enjoyed it, and please leave a review with your feedback and thoughts.