PURE TERRA ONE
PURE TERRA ONEThe world is depraved and generally awful. Sometimes a minute is all it takes to survive. A second. It will end the way it began. One. Right now is just a second, and so the second will repeat.
One.WARNING:
This is an extreme horror novel. It features graphic, disturbing, and offensive content. Hereinafter lies very detailed atrocities, sadistic and brutal occurances with no regard to moral limitations. One has no boundries that cannot be broken. It is not recommended for sensitive readers or readers under the age of 18.
18+
It was never meant to happened. But it did. She was born. Unmoving but breathing, blinking but unthinking, alive but not having the privilege to live.
Now. There was a cure for her, not something the ruling law of the battlemage hivemind, known as the Giallian Order, could ever offer her. She was goingto be whole. She was going to recognise the faces of her parents. She will respond to her name. Melantha. The dark flower.
With no more than a thought, she awoke, briefly, as an example of the demigod’s power. The eldritch beast was not of Terra. It had lived longer than the planet, seen the bleak future to come, and granted the planet the only gift it could – its bloodline infused with a human. For Melantha to think, her parents were sent on a spiralling quest to fulfil a task that was immoral to the utmost degree. They had to choose, but there was no alternative. Even the greatest druids gave up, declaring their daughter a living corpse.
Healing Melantha came at a cost. For her to live, its child had to be born alive.
Her mother, Rosaline Barton, believed she never saw her. Had no idea that she even existed until the demigod gave them a glimpse of what was truly within the child’s mind – clarity, brilliance, love. Using her sharp wit, determination and conniving gifts, she managed to help their daughter’s father, Gregor Lindow, remain undetected by the hivemind of battlemages that vet all born on Terra if they are kinetically active or not. She helped him survive without being imprisoned for his unusual proclivity. Having been raised in secret by his mother who saw him as nothing more than an object and means for coin, he escaped that life to become the best father he could be. Nothing would stand in the way of having Melantha think.
Being sent on a quest that drove their moral compass past breaking point, Lindow took it upon himself to commit one of the most vile of tasks for the demigod. He made a grave mistake.
Ripping the ever-ticking clock back to the sickworld of insane horror that nothing could have prepared him for. Stripping away everything. There was no sense nor escape. Pain became a welcome distraction to mental degradation of being nothing more than an animal there to be butchered by those he wronged.
Breaking him down to the basic nature of all beings – corporeal tombs with a belief of significance. Ripping and tearing at what he believed, melting and cutting his fragile grip on reality back to the catacombs of physical despair. Pure terror evolved the sick and twisted world back to what he always knew it was – a deluge marsh of toxic fragility in the grand scheme of living things. Anchoring back to the disturbed child within. Focusing on being alive a second at a time. Not for his daughter anymore. Not for Rosaline. Not even for himself. He will survive to spite the atrocious nature of his fate. One is just a second. One will be the second they all pay. One will come. One is here.
One is now.
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