Chapter Two: A MORTAL COIL AT LAST

"AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!" I SCREAMED IN AGONY.

THE PAIN WAS UNBEARABLE.

IT FELT LIKE SOMEONE WAS RIPPING HOLES IN MY SKIN AND POURING ACID INTO THEM!

OH GOD, THE FUCKING PAIN!

CHRIST! SOMEONE, PLEASE, END MY GODDAMN LIFE! PLEASE! PLEASE!

OH GOD! IT WON'T STOP! IT WON'T STOP!

I CAN FEEL EVERY INCH OF MY BODY BEING FLAYED OPEN!

I CAN FEEL MY GUTS BEING SQUEEZED AND STRETCHED!

I CAN FEEL MY FUCKING BRAIN BEING DISSECTED!

SOMEONE KILL ME! SOMEONE FUCKING KILL ME! SOMEONE-

It ended.

After what felt like hours of the most indescribable torture and agony, I felt myself writhing on the ground, my skin still aching from the mirage of pain I had endured.

Oh fuck, oh FUCK! That hurts! It hurts so fucking much!

I could feel every molecule of my body sizzling with pain. As I laid against the ground, sobbing in shock, I felt something else from within. Almost like someone was...moving around in my insides.

The completely alien feeling made me feel extremely nauseous, and I turned over onto my hands and knees and vomited violently onto the floor several times.

This was hell.

This had to be hell.

Everything felt so alien. And yet, so familiar.

I felt an unbearable, boiling rage scratching at my body. I felt an overwhelming hatred for everyone and everything. And at the same time...

Power.

I felt powerful.

Oh god, I felt so fucking STRONG!

YES! YEEESS! FINALLY! A MORTAL BODY!

"What...what the hell..." I gasped, trying to wipe my mouth of bile.

Ah, praise upon you, boy! I am finally free from that plane of meaningless existence!

What the fuck? What the fuck?! I was starting to panic. This is a dream, right?!

It's not.

"How the fuck-"

Are you ignoble, child? We share the same body, the same mind, the same THOUGHTS...

"Okay, I want to wake up now." I pinched my arm, expecting to be lifted out of this nightmare. I didn't comprehend at first why it wasn't working. I tried again.

Come now, boy. Don't be so insensible.

"Why the fuck isn't it working?!" I tried pinching harder, and harder and harder and HARDER AND HARDER.

I am amused by your capacity to try and normalize this.

I felt my skin begin to bleed as I pinched harder and harder, and in panic, I dug my nails into my arm, trying to make myself suffer enough pain to get me out of this nightmare.

"Please, please, please, please, please, please PLEASE PLEASE FUCKING GET ME OUT OF THIS HELL!" I screamed, biting my arm. I could taste iron in my mouth as more blood began to seep out of my arm.

Enough!

Suddenly, my jaw opened, and my arm moved of its own will away from my mouth.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE-"

What did you not comprehend from 'we share the same body', you dunce?

I was about to scream, about to bash my head against the the corner of my desk in an attempt to rid myself of this hellhole. I could still feel my nerves writhing around, my guts twisting, my mind shivering.

It hurt just to live. This thing caused so much pain within me. I could barely think because the pain and alien nature in my body continued.

"Christ...it hurts so fucking much..."

Unfortunately for you, boy, this pain will not stop. You will have to live with it.

What? No! NO! This is fucking terrible! I can't deal with this-

ENOUGH WHINING, BOY!

Without a second to react, my head suddenly raised itself forward, then slammed back against the front of my desk. I felt it reverberate through my skull, causing terrible pain.

"OW, FUCK!"

This pain is REFRESHING to me, boy. Living in limbo, without meaning to my existence, without feeling to anything...that is TRUE torture.

Every second that passed was pure hell.

Now let me acquaint myself with your dingy living standards, child.

I could feel my limbs move on their own, pushing me up onto my feet. I didn't have the strength to try and fight against it. I was drained from the constant torture encapsulating my body and mind. I noticed, however, that the bruising and cuts that I had inflicted upon my arm were miraculously gone.

"What the hell?"

Ah, yes. I shall inform you, because of my nature, your body is now resilient against all forms of physical threat. Your skin, tissue, muscle and bone will regenerate extremely fast. You are...ENHANCED.

I couldn't lie. If I wasn't suffering from the constant pain, I would've thought that to be extremely awesome.

I watched on helplessly as the thing that shared my body went around, feeling the room. I could feel him shuddering in pleasure as he rubbed the covers of my bed.

How marvelous.

He turned around, and we focused my PC monitor, which still had the partly done picture I was drawing on a tablet.

Ah. That must be THEM.

How did you-

How did I come to know about them? We just made a deal, boy. Though I manipulated you into handing over a part of control of your body, I always keep my end of the bargain. I shall bring those women to LIFE.

My misery and agony momentarily turned to indescribably excitement.

"Y-You will?!"

Ah, but not yet.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

Patience, CHILD. There are requirements that must be met. After all, we are bringing SOULS into existence and placing them in mortal bodies. This will require some...work.

"Wh...What type of work?"

Within seconds, I felt information flood my mind. Rituals to be performed, materials needed, and many other components for this plan. I was both fascinated and terrified by this information. It was the very definition of a scenario where one could 'Go mad from the revelation'. I was frightened that one of the pieces of information that this demon had would suddenly drive me insane.

None of this is...eldritch, right?

I couldn't think of a better word to describe it.

Worry not, boy. I shall not plague your human mind with knowledge that would drive you to madness. I cannot work well with a body that is infected with blithering lunacy.

I felt a rumble within my mind that only served to nauseate me.

I must get acquainted with the mortal knowledge this world has to offer.

With that, my body was propelled towards the computer, my hands inspecting the keyboard as the demon inspected the device.

Interesting.

I could feel the demon take in the knowledge, as if I was understanding this very concept for the second time. Without further hesitation, he began typing on the keyboard, watching it pop up in the Google search bar.

From there, I was forced to watch for hours on end as the demon began searching up countless topics, subjects, ideas, and other concepts. I could feel him absorbing the information almost instantaneously. My mind ached as all of this new knowledge filtered into a data bank within my brain, unbeknownst to me.

"God...please stop..."

Nonsense. I cannot traverse an unfamiliar plane of existence without knowledge of what I am dealing with. Yet from what I've seen, you humans are PITIABLE with your knowledge.

I didn't have the mental nor physical strength to respond. Though I had somewhat adjusted to the constant torture my body was enduring, It was still extremely painful, along with the driving mental fatigue I was feeling in the moment.

"Please...just kill me...I can't stand this condition..."

Where is your will, weakling? It is pitiful that your one, great wish is being granted, and still your desire to live and see it come to fruition is dulled. Pathetic.

"I don't care, anymore...Just please kill me..."

Unfortunately for you, boy, that cannot happen. I do not have the ability to remove your soul from this body. We are bounded until death.

This was horrible. Each of these bombshells this demon was dropping on me only served to cause me to sob. The more I was coming out of the initial shock, the more I realized what I had gotten myself into.

Why did I think to let him in? Even in a dream? What the hell was wrong with me?

What the hell was wrong with me?

I brought this upon myself.

I am finished. I have digested enough information for now.

I felt another rumble, this time of discontent, within my mind.

I feel...fatigue. This must be from deprivation of sleep that you humans need so badly. How...restricting.

I felt him use my finger to turn off my PC, then get up from the chair and move over to the bed.

Sleeping with these garments on will only serve to warm me unnecessarily.

I panicked as I felt the demon begin to take off my clothes.

"W-Wait, stop!"

I felt terrible embarrassment as the demon and I looked down at my naked body.

Your body is in pitiful condition. You have a moderate amount of unnecessary fat.

"Shut up!"

For the, how you say, 'silver lining', your member is quite respectable-

"SHUT UP!"

I wrestled control of my body from the demon, trying to cover myself. It was extremely uncomfortable to imagine another entity seeing my genitals like that.

I couldn't care less, boy. Now, let us rest. We may not have the recommended 8 hours, but you'll have to do with 4 tonight.

As we began to get into bed, I felt a pressing question on my mind.

"Do you...have a...name?"

Yes. Tarkrat.

That name fucking sucks-

I yelped in pain as I felt my head bang into my nightstand.

Watch your mouth, worm.

We got into bed, and despite the pain that still raped my body, Tarkrat's dive into unconsciousness affected me as well, and before I knew it, my eyes were beginning to close, the pain beginning to dissipate.

Tomorrow...Tomorrow is when we begin work.


The pain came back to me, and I awoke sobbing in agony. The blissful unconsciousness was gone, and I was back to my suffering.

Finally. What a...pleasing need to fulfill. We should do this more.

I wish I had died in my sleep, I thought sorrowfully.

How much whimpering can dribble out of your mind? Enough of this. Let us get dressed.

Within minutes, I had gotten into jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and my normal sneakers. Thankfully, Tarkrat allowed me to perform these minor activities, and I was grateful to finally control myself again. It took considerable willpower to not keel over and sob as the pain still wracked my body, but I pushed against it. As I reached for my phone, I felt a rumble within once more.

A phone. A portable device, with access to knowledge across this world. One of the few inventions I am impressed by from you scum.

I made my way downstairs, the creaking of the steps a relieving sound to me. I had only the deep, resonating voice of Tarkrat inside me to listen to all night.

Finally, as I came to the bottom step, I went for the kitchen, noticing my stepfather snoring as he laid on the couch in the small living room.

This place is dreadfully small. Who is that grizzly scum laying on the couch?

My stepfather.

Ah, yes. Stepfather. Another component of human relations. And what, pray tell, must have happened to your REAL father?

I felt an unpleasant memory of my past begin to surface as Tarkrat reminded me of the event.

The note I had found laying on the couch at our last home.

This life with you two is restricting.

I want to explore the world more.

I'm sorry, Macy. I'm sorry, Rye.

I just can't settle down yet.

The reminder of that note filled me with rage and sorrow.

How wretched. The scum couldn't even care for his own brood. Good riddance.

I can't believe he left us...

Well then, Andy. When your wish is said and done, I would not mind locating this loathsome trash and tearing open his insides on my quest for world domination.

How nice of you...

Consider it a favor for granting me a body to use. Now, find sustenance. I am CRAVING nourishment.

I made my way over to the cabinet, opening it and taking out 'Captain Crunch'.

Not this paltry shit. We shall make some REAL food.

Like...what?

I felt another flood of information seep into my brain about how to cook bacon and eggs.

What a tantalizing dish. Make it.

Without further hesitation, I set to taking out the ingredients and items necessary for creating the breakfast. I no longer questioned or tried to resist the demon's wishes. I didn't dare to cause any more pain to my immense suffering at the moment.

As I set to frying the bacon, I heard movement from behind me, and I knew it to be my stepdad, who was making his way into the kitchen.

"God, that smells great. Holy shit, is that you, kid?!"

I heard additional footsteps from around the side of the staircase, which I assumed to be my mother.

"Oh gosh, Rye, you're making breakfast?"

"Hell yeah, he is! This kid surprises me with every passing day!"

"Oh, you don't have to, Rye..."

"For fuck's sake, Macy, let the kid do his thing."

Although I had somewhat calmed the all-encapsulating boiling rage from this morning, it was starting to get tested as I heard my stepdad chastise my mother.

Your memories are flooding forth again...You let this fat sack of flesh beat on you and your spawn mother? You feeble wretch!

As I listened to the demon bash on me, I felt the rage begin to build up in the pit of my stomach. It felt dark, boiling...

Like hot tar.

Within minutes, the dish was done, and I laid out the scrambled eggs and bacon on the table. My stepdad took up a chair and licked his lips as he looked at the meal.

"This looks amazing."

What is this wretch doing?

He took up the knife and fork next to him, before looking at the bowl with confusion.

"You didn't lay out any plates to split it between us, Rye. Oh well, we can share the bowl."

But as he reached out to grab the bowl, I felt my body propel forward, my hand grabbing his wrist. He looked up at me as I did so.

What the hell are you doing?!

Did this fucking cretin think he was going to eat from MY bowl of eggs?

"What're you doing, kid?" My stepfather looked up at me, his eyes beginning to fill with a harsh light.

"I..I..."

I had no idea how to answer. I couldn't possibly explain to him my situation.

I felt his arm shake off my hand, and he reached for the bowl again, only for my hand to grab his wrist again, this time with more force.

"Goddamnit, kid!"

My stepfather suddenly stood up and slapped me hard across the face with his other arm, causing me to release grip of his arm.

"Don't you dare touch my son like that, Terry!"

My stepfather looked over at my mother, whose eyes were filled with anger as she came forward, grabbing him by the arm. He threw his arm back and into her face, hitting her in the nose. She fell backward, her nose beginning to bleed as she groaned in pain.

"Get the fuck off me, whore! I ought to-"

Within a moment, I felt the boiling rage in my gut spill over, and within a moment, I felt myself lifted off of my feet, facing my stepdad's back. I felt myself glide forward, grabbing a knife from the table with my left hand and Terry's arm with my right. He looked back at me, but before he could say anything, I felt myself pull his arm forward with otherworldly strength, slamming it onto the table, then raising the knife above my head, over his hand.

SCHLICK!

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Terry screamed as the knife was impaled through his hand, blood beginning to spew out of the wound. He writhed around on the floor, his hand stuck to the table as the knife was solidly implanted in it.

"OH GOD, OH GOD! FUCK! FUCK!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU SLIMY SACK OF SHIT!"

As I spoke, my voice dropped octaves, and reflected that of Tarkrat's voice. Terry looked up at me with fear in his eyes, and without warning, my right hand grabbed the back of his head and aimed it upwards.

Then I stabbed our left thumb into his eye.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed in agony, trying to reel back as our thumb dug into his eye, though he could barely move as our right hand held him solidly in place.

After a moment of digging into his eye, we pulled it out, feeling a violent force within me.

HOW SATISFYING!

We pulled out the knife from impaled hand of Terry, who screamed in pain, then dragged him over to the stove. We had left the pan on the fire as we were serving the breakfast, and it was still sizzling hot. We proceeded to shove one side of Terry's face onto the pan, causing him to scream in agony as half his face was being burned against the hot metal.

After a few seconds, we released his head, and he fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably from his wounds, and writhing around in shock.

HE NEEDS TO SUFFER MORE!

We felt ourselves propelled to pick him up by the back of his head, then began mercilessly slamming his head repeatedly against the kitchen tiles.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

"HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME, YOU FUCKING INSECT!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"I'LL TEAR YOUR EYES OPEN AND STUFF YOUR SKULL WITH MAGGOTS!"

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

"SUFFER FOR YOUR INSOLENCE, SCUM!"

CRUNCH!

We threw his head down one last time, causing the front part of his face to leak blood onto the kitchen tiles. He was no longer responding, his body twitching in shock. We could barely see the front part of his face, which was so fucked up in a way I couldn't possibly describe. As the rage retreated from my mind, I felt immeasurable shock and fear at what I had done.

"Oh no...Oh fuck...Oh FUCK WHAT DID I DO?!"

We exacted violent punishment upon this decrepit stain.

I grabbed my head, trying not to hyperventilate.

Did I murder him?!

Almost. He's somehow still alive, but no doubt his brain will no longer function properly. As he deserves, daring to lay his hands on MY body.

I looked over to see my mother staring at me with horror. She said nothing, only gazing at me with her mouth agape.

I looked down at my hands. They were painted with my stepfather's blood.

Consume.

W-What?! You don't mean-

No, I don't mean this fucker's body. I can't think of this revolting fucker as a meal. However, I would be glad to find more...delectable people to eat down the road. In the meanwhile, let us feast on the bacon and eggs.

As he said this, I felt a massive, gnawing hunger build up in my stomach. My worry and fear of what I had done dissipated from my mind, and I pounced upon the bowl of breakfast, ravenously consuming it all. Within a few moments, the bowl was completely empty.

Wonderful. Now, let us get on with the day.

I felt my body propelled up, and began walking towards the door, picking up my backpack along the way. As I passed by my still shocked mother, I felt Tarkrat glance at her with disdain, and my vision was forced downwards, towards my mother. He sneered in derision.

"Keep your weak presence away from me, worm. A brood mother who can't protect her own offspring is a parasite upon the natural order."

And to my further shock, I felt my leg kick my mother to the ground, to which she cried out. As my body was forced towards the door, I heard sobbing from behind me, and my heart began to crumble.

What have you done to my life...

You should be grateful, boy. I watched your pathetic, meaningless life prattle on for the two months I spent roaming around this city. Just by this little interaction in your den, I have ascertained that you are hindered by staggering ignorance and inane stupidity. So much violence to orchestrate, so many lives to plunder, so much POTENTIAL FOR DOMINATION in this world pacified by peace and, eugh, prosperity. I will make us lords over this world, and we will RULE it, alongside the four you wish to have beside you.

At the mention of the Doki girls, I felt like I was snapping out of some dream.

You've as good as ended my life here and now. The cops will come and find out what happened, and I'll-

Ah yes, the low-level authorities of this world. Did you really think I would forget this world's rules so easily? We can...cover this scene quite easily.

Wh-What do you mean?!