Lux Lucis in Atrum
By Traekor and SerasCain
Disclaimer: Naruto and all associated characters are property of Masahi Kishimoto.
A/N: Well, for those who have been paying attention to Traekor's stories All I have left and Mind of Others, you might remember him mentioning a story he planned on writing with me revolving around Naruto and Ino in a AU setting. This was written by me a few weeks back as a sort of teaser for what we have planned. The story itself is a deviation of canon, sort of a what if plot I suppose. Both of us have been a bit distracted lately so this has taken a lot longer to come out than previously intended (I'm mostly to blame, as I'm very very easily distracted and scatterbrained) I've had most of the first few chapters for a while but...uhh...yeah, so many distractions galore! And I'm a master procrastinator, heheh. Anyways, for those who remember my story A River Flows in You, fear not, I have not abandoned it... and yes I realize I also said I've been working on it...and I am! I promise I'll try to get going on it soon. Also I'll be trying to work a bit faster on this story as well before Traekor decides to stab me with a rusty spoon -
Well enough of me ranting, I hope you guys enjoy this story. Be sure to tell me what you think of this so far (Remember, this is a teaser/trailer sorta dea hence why it's so short!)
It had started off small enough. Almost unnoticeable. Reports of small demonic creatures were occasionally popping up in the countryside. They were quickly squashed and life continued on. No one paid attention when it seemed that the reports continued to multiply. Rumors of hellfire-spawned beings roaming the wilderness began spreading around, but were surreptitiously ignored, passed over, or claimed as ludicrous. People weren't willing to believe such evil could exist, that it could roam on their Earth.
The first waves were devastating. Villages, ill prepared for the onslaught that came tearing through like a biblical storm, reportedly vanished over night. The demons were vicious. Otherworldly abominations that appeared as nothing more than a hellish writhing mass of flesh and carapace. Brutal. Terrifying. The beginning of the end. Those not slaughtered and devoured were carried off, left to be subjected to the unknown aberrations of the scourge. The survivors were left to cower in the darkness, praying for a miracle, hoping against all hope that perhaps the nightmare had passed. Their prayers were answered in the night.
"Move under the cover of darkness", they said. "They can't find us in the night", said others. "Fight from the shadows". If only that was right. But the darkness could cover more than they could see. The night could be more evil than they could imagine. And in the shadows, their prayers could be answered...and their miracle could come, their nightmare ending as they vanished into the night, dragged kicking and screaming away until only silence remained. Too few men escaped the terrors that swept through their lands, only to share their shattered minds as they tried to explain the horrors that befell them to their brethren's disbelieving ears.