Neunundzwanzigste Kapitel: Der schwarz Aufstand
May 9th
From the shadows, he watched his sister, who had begun to change. At first, the changes were subtle. Winifred would tire easily, which would lead her to being easily angered. She had had lashed out at him whenever he tried to get her to rest. However, she would just screech, claiming that he was trying to kill her and her child, the future Witch King.
The child was already growing within her. It had only been a week, and yet already Winifred's belly swelled, revealing what normal people would call a baby bump. Lothar estimated that the child would be born in less than a month… the powers of the darkest of dark magic at play. And with that child, the young witch feared for the fate of the world. He closed his eyes, looking away at the monster that his sister had become and walked away.
She placed a hand on the small swell that was her stomach. She could feel the flow of magic beneath her hand, knowing that the future Witch King would be strong and powerful. Not like the yelp that was hiding in this country. She knew that when the true King was born, her child and the false mongrel would have to fight, and she knew that her child would win and devour the half-breed, becoming even stronger. In fact, once her little King defeated the impure brat, he would even devour the weak Witch Queen and then he would be the true ruler of the Covenant.
With her child on the throne, it would be a matter of time before the humans would be enslaved, and all of the false witches would be put down like the dogs that they were. Even the Two-Skins would be hunted down and be used as they were once had been used.
The Covenant will rule the world once more, but this time, their rule would be absolute and far more grandeur than when they ruled after the Roman Empire fell… their rule would bring about the New Dark Age!
Her face contorted into an ugly smile as she daydreamed of her child's future when she suddenly grimaced in pain. She felt a sharp pain gnawing at her insides, followed by a low gurgling. Her child was hungry.
"FOOD!" She bellowed into the darkness, "Your King demands food!"
The room echoed with scrambling feet and claws as her slaves, the local homeless that she had transformed to suite her needs, obeyed her commands.
Soon the room was filled with fresh fruit and baked-breads and deliciously cooked meats. A feast fit for a king.
She smiled as she reached for a sprig of fat Globe grapes. She took a bit of the sweet dessert when suddenly…
A loud horrific shrill escaped pass her lips.
Her talon-like hands clawed at her own throat as she spat out the ashy remnants of the fruit in her mouth.
Her wild eyes glared at one of the slaves.
"How dare you!" She hissed, "How dare you! Serve me such vile abomination! You dare to poison me! Poison your King!"
She screech then lunged at her victim, who had no time to react as the two of them fell backwards.
Her claws dug into the poor creature's eyes, and with a vicious pull, she ripped her slave's eye out. The bloodied and soft organ was warm to the touch and curiously caught her attention while she ignored the sweet melodies of her victim's scream of pain. She still held her prey pinned to the ground while she brought the interesting orb to her nose and sniffed. There was an aroma that made her mouth water. Tentatively she ate the bloodied thing whole and took a hesitant bit.
The eye popped within her mouth under the pressure of her bite.
Juices and goo exploded onto her tastes buds.
Her wild eyes rolled heavenward as she moaned in pleasure.
The tastes and textures teased and pleased her taste buds.
Without second thought, she attacked again, ripping the other eye from her slave.
After she had devours the second orb, she stared at her other slaves, who were paralyzed in fear and terror.
In a blink of an eye, she attacked each of her slaves and devoured their eyes, but her hunger was not sated. She wanted… she needed more.
"PE~ET!" She shrieked into the darkness, waiting for her newest and faithful pet to appear.
"Lord Dominion…" A voice gurgled from the black shadows that surrounded her.
"Ah, my pet, you serve our God faithfully! Come to me!" She beckoned with a bloodied outstretched hand.
From the shadows lumbered a creature that was the size of man, but that was all the creature had in common with a human. It possessed misshaped limbs. One leg smaller than the other. One leg thin and normal with the other was bloated and a decaying grayish-purple color with boils and pus tattooing the leathering flesh. One arm longer than the other. One arm was flesh over bones with blue veins road-mapping up and down the appendage while the other arm hang limply and dragged across the ground, blackened, charred and shades of angry red. His stomach was protruding while his ribs were visible and easily countable as were the creature's vertebrae. The flesh of his neck was sagging. He possessed one ear while the other was just a hole in his head, revealing his ear canal. His head was grotesquely misshaped.
The creature's jaw was protruding, giving him an under-bite. The left side of his face was droopy, causing salvia to drip from the side of his face. His nose was bulging and red and poked. One of his eye was small and low, nearly resting where his cheekbone would be. His other eye was disproportionately larger with no eyelid and seemed to nearly bulging out of his eye socket. His forehead and skull were misshaped and deformed, more grotesque than the famed Elephant Man from the late 1800s, and covered with thin and brittle wisps of hair.
"Lord Dominion…" He gurgled in reverence.
Winifred reached out and caressed her creature's disfigured jaw with extreme fondness.
"I hunger, my faithful Pet." She said, "These vile creatures tried to poison me! Me, our Lord's Envoy!"
Her creature growled at how these infidels would dare to harm the Lord Dominion.
"They have been punished, my Pet, but even in their death, they have served a purpose… I hunger, my Dear One! Go! And bring me more!" She snarled as she violently shoved her creature away.
The monster roared and melted into the shadows to do as he Lord Dominion had bid.
The grotesque creature lurked and stalked the streets and shadows, looking for suitable tributes for his Lord Dominion. He knew that he could not be away from his Lord Dominion for long, but he also knew that he should not settle on just any ordinary tribute. During his hunt, his Lord God's sign burned against his chest, indicating more demons were around, but when he looked upon the vile heathens, he knew that they were not right… they were not perfect… they were plain.
No… his Lord Dominion required only the extraordinary devils to satisfy her hunger.
He continued to travel further into the slanted-eyed monkeys' city. His misshaped eyes were drawn toward the unfinished tower that laid in the center of the Dark City. There was something there that was calling to him… He knew that the perfect tributes were awaiting for him there, in the unfinished tower.
The sun had begin to set, and the damned soul knew that his Lord Dominion would be furious with him for being out so late. He only hoped that his tributes would appease her wrath.
It was more difficult than he had thought when he had entered the incomplete complex. The lower levels were filled with inferior filth that were beneath his notice and contempt. He would rather kill them all… every man, woman and child… and just cleanse the earth for his Lord God, but he had to fulfill the tribute… perhaps at a later time… if he asked his Lord Dominion permission to do so…
He then traveled further up the tower, feeling the Sign burn deeper into his flesh and knowing that the perfect tributes awaited for him there.
He continued stalking in the shadows.
He searched and hunted for the perfect tributes… the extraordinary devils…
And then…
He found them…
That night the citizens of Lower Town awoke from their peaceful slumber by inhumane cries of pain, horror and dread.
The citizens of Lower Town shivered as they realized that the source of those nightmarish screams came from the Beltline.
