The fae Merenwen stood in the library, late one night after heeding the warning of her teacher, dust-covered tomes stacked in front of her. She had spent many long hours in the library of the Crossroads, digging through stacks of books that revealed all but the faintest hint of any of the details of her own history, her lineage, her family. The hours grew longer, and the usual hustle and bustle of the town square died down; the sound of music from the tavern stopped and all grew still when a golden glint caught her eye. She took the book, and out fell a map.
"What's this? Something shiny?" she asked as she picked up the map. "Or maybe it will lead to something shiny. Hmmm... shinies!" she said, discarding the book in favor of the map. As she picked it up, she saw an old parchment with faded ink. On the back of a folded corner was an ouroboros and inscription: "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons even death may die." Merenwen turned the map over and over in her hand, even shaking it a little bit. "But where are the shinies?" she asked, pushing it aside.
After a few more minutes of study, she felt a strange sensation calling to her; when she looked over to the map, she felt drawn in, as if nothing else mattered. Pushing the books aside, she said, "Maybe there are shinies on the map! Yes, indeed!" Merenwen opened the map and began to study, ignoring the cryptic warning on its back. "I think I know where this is," she said, leaping from her chair, "Don't worry shinies, I am coming to save you!"Merenwen followed the path for over an hour, in and out of shapeless foundations and scattered trees, finding never a carving or inscription to tell of the mysterious graveyard on the map. She wandered until the silhouettes of trees turned to a golden-edged light, when shortly before daybreak she found the small graveyard with a grave marked with the identical ouroboros and warning. "I must be here," she said, "But where are the shinies? I was promised shinies!" Disappointed, she sat down on the gravestone and looked back at the map. "Where are the shinies?!" she asked again, pouting, when an inscription on the map caught her eye. "Hmmm, maybe if I read this..." her voice trailed off as strings of Latin sprung from her lips. Though the rite was forbidden and the grave profane, she had to know where her shinies were.
The longer she read, the more organic her word became, as if something else was speaking it for her. "Shinies?" she whimpered as tentacles sprung from the ground. "I am the Aberrant," a body-less voice rumbled through Merenwen's body.
"Do you have the shinies?" she squeaked.
"No I do not have the shinies," it rumbled as the tentacles picked Merenwen up.
"Oh, hey, whoah, wait a minute, hey that tickles," the little fae said as the tentacles pulled her to kneel in front of the gravestone. "Somehow I don't think this is how to get to the shinies!" she squeaked.
"Silence!" the Aberrant commanded and Merenwen whimpered. "You want the shinies? I can give you the shinies!" the voice rumbled through Merenwen's body as tentacles started encircling around her legs and arms, one pushing at her mouth and another pushing at her pelvis. Meren felt a cold slime covering her skin. Though she should have been cold, she was instead warmed from within, and though she should have been very scared, she began to relax, as if the demon wanted her there with him. "Yes, that's right, relax," the Aberrant rumbled, the vibrations from its voice only relaxing Merenwen even more. Merenwen emitted a couple of primal moans of pleasure as the tendrils caressed her smooth fae body.
"I like shinies," she said as the tentacles lowered her to the surface of the grave, now pushing at her with a regular rhythm, pulling her closer and closer to the earth below. "Yes... shinies..." the voice groaned as it continued to push and pull at the fae's body, never sating its own desire for flesh.
"Shinies," Merenwen smiled as she gave in to the rhythm of the Aberrent wrapped around her body, forgetting all the cares of her world and the search for her family. For now, the Aberrent was her new family, the ritual having been completed, the shinies now belonging in Merenwen's mind.
Credits:
Special thanks to Mr. Grey Mars of Archaic and Ms. Mysteria Callisto of Post Mortem Designs
Concept and Story: Arizona Navarathna
Photography: Philip Belgold
Model: Sonja Mistwallow
Props:
[Arch] Requiem II v1.0
Archaic by Grey Mars
Inworld or Marketplace for
L$600, 24 Prims
No Copy/No Mod/YesTrans
Eastwick Graveyard
Post Mortem Designs, Mysteria Callisto
Inworld or Marketplace for
L$400, 34 Prims
Copy/Mod/No Trans
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