INFINITA NOCTE: 2051
'GLORY! TO THE WIRE MOTHER' (Commandant Policy Administration, CPA Press, 2050)
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— It is imperative that you read the content warnings. Infinita Nocte: 2051 discusses multiple triggering topics, some in graphic detail. This IF does not shy away from deeply disturbing and problematic themes. See the end for a collection.
Infinita Nocte: 2051 is a story of tragedy, politics, war, and cruel transcendence found in bonds with others. This is not intended as a romance.
Customisable appearance, barring colours—the MC has albinism for the narrative.
Uncover a grand political scheme that could spell the world's doom.
Join a resistance—or don't.
Find yourself consumed by vile characters; become inseparable for all the most wretched reasons. Bring out the worst in them and let them bring out the worst in you.
The nations of the world have united to become 8 factions. Culture is destroyed, ancestry means nothing, and you are not your own.
A secret deal struck between the Emperium— that is, the home of the Unison— and the Eastern Assembly changes the trajectory of your life forever; you have become unrecognizable, even to yourself. When you and your little sister are finally selected for transfer to the Emperium in 2039, the Unison's Second Sovereign expresses his displeasure. Feeling that the Eastern Assembly has grown too complacent in wake of their prosperity, he orders a massacre before your eyes and you are the sole survivor.
The thing that saves you? His maddening superstition.
It's been 12 years since the Second Sovereign took you back to the Emperium and transformed you into his perfect lapdog. You carry out orders without question—you know better than to earn his disapproval. You are appointed to UNIT 01; the best of the best. His personal unit.
You come to learn that not everything is as it seems.
Navigate your fellow unit members, investigate a plot unfolding within the walls of the Emperium itself, and stop the Unison before it's too late—or, pave the way to their victory.
YOU — THE GENERAL [F/M/NB]
You are a 26-year-old general in UNIT 01. You are the only one among them to have never been in battle personally, but this is the last thing you have ever seen mockery for. Soldiers from all areas of the hierarchy whisper about you— the way you mutter to yourself, the way you talk to the walls, the way you receive special treatment from the Second Sovereign. Safe to say, you have nobody to call a friend but Avis.
AVIS VYRONNA
Avis, an 18-year-old recruit and your apprentice. She's earned herself a reputation for being a bubbly and cheerful young woman, always seeking to improve and uplift those around her. You would give her the clothes off your back if you were both on the highest peak the Earth had to offer. Despite your difficulty with expression, she knows how much you try. You want nothing more than to keep her safe— safer than you could keep your sister.
ISAAC MERCIA — THE SECOND SOVEREIGN [M]
The Second Sovereign: 37-year-old leader of the Emperium, Unison, and your life. His vulnerability to superstition paired with your albinism led him to take you under his wing among the massacre; he takes you for a totem of good luck. He insists on having you by him whenever possible. Isaac has red, spiky hair in a side-part with blonde streaks. A scar runs from his chin, through his lip, up to his left brow. It forms a cleft through which you can see a flash of his tooth and gums, even when his lips are pressed together. He is never without a grin on his face.
LANCELOT DEVEREUX [M]
A fellow soldier in UNIT 01. 31-years-old and scum of the earth. Lancelot cannot go a day without being with a woman and often discards them as soon as his attraction has fled him. You do your best to keep Avis away from him. Lancelot fails to control himself— or, he simply doesn't want to. He has quite the reputation for visiting the Lower Emperium, promising the women that he'd take them to the Upper province among other bribes. Vain and petulant, he is quick to fly into a rage, especially when rejected. You can't tell if you want to bring him under your heel or to avoid him altogether. Either way, you're both aware of your mutual loathing. Lancelot has deep blue, wavy hair streaked with lighter tones. While attractive, you think his face is doing nothing but begging to be punched. His skin is tan with olive undertones and completely clear. He makes sure to take excellent care of his appearance.
VLADIM PETROV [M]
A sleazy 25-year-old lieutenant. Despite being significantly lower in rank, he seems to have no respect for you at all. His constant, close-lipped smile appears more serpentine than Isaac's toothy grin. He always looks at you as if he knows more than he would ever be willing to tell. You think him frustrating, a nuisance, and a waste of time. Vladim wears a cap with an opaque hood over blonde, chin-length hair. His face, long and thin, is equipped with two icy blue eyes that read you better than you read yourself.
ADILA MUHONGO [F]
A 30-year-old soldier and member of UNIT 01. Adila is quiet, calculative and uncaring. You, most of all, she perceives to be a waste of space— whether you live or die, it would change nothing for the unit. You have never seen her crack so much as a smile. The only times she acknowledges you is when you express agreement with her proposals; even then, it is only a contemplative glance. Her dark brown kinky twists just about brush her shoulders. Adila's eyes are dark and unreadable, enough to make you swallow on the rare occasion she does look at you.
MERIDA [F]
A member of the resistance organization, deep in the Lower Emperium's belly. She is known among her peers for being determined and unwavering, leaving no room for failure. She strives to execute perfection and has a burning hatred for the Unison and all that it stands for. Like you, she was forcibly taken to the Emperium— only, she wasn't so lucky to earn the favour of the most powerful man in the faction. Her brown hair is buzzed short for practicality. A brutal scar stretches the length of her face diagonally. Legally dead, she lurks in the shadows of the Lower Emperium.
JULIUS MERCIA — THE WIRE MOTHER [M]
An absolute mystery and the real leader of the faction. He gives orders that are relayed through the Second Sovereign. No man has seen the Wire Mother up close, barring Isaac. When training with the rest of UNIT 01, you often see him watching beside his brother in the distance. Through your impaired vision, you've gathered that he has long, blonde hair and ivory skin. He only appears during festivals, dressed in a white gown and a red veil marked with the Unison's insignia. The Wire Mother gives all the air of delicacy. He is entirely and utterly intoxicating— hypnotizing.
READ THE WARNINGS CAREFULLY! This is an 18+ story riddled with uncomfortable topics, as follows:
War, descriptions of gore, discussions of rape culture, sexual assault including rape, misogyny, death, death of a child, loss, mutilation, body horror, substance abuse, mental illness, emotional abuse, mental health discrimination, ableism, classism, discussions of internalized homophobia, animal abuse
This list is subject to change.Things might always be added as the story progresses.
The political nature of the story is not an invitation for debate with me. I am quite openly a queer leftist; any kind of hate, bigotry, anything of the like, is absolutely unwelcome.
Infinita Nocte: 2051 is a work of tragedy intended for 18+ audiences prepared to engage with a piece of literature intellectually and within the bounds of dark fiction.
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