Author’s Note: Hey guys! It’s been 8 years and five days since I’ve written anything, let alone something original. Long story short, a friend threw a video my way in an effort to kick my ass help me along because I had been complaining about my superhuman ability to sabotage my talents. Spoiler alert: I stopped listening to the video because I’m hardheaded like that and ended up writing this passage because you know, fuck you, video.
About this Passage: This is a prologue for a life long project that I wish to one day produce into a game. Maybe one day, I’ll do something with this prologue. For now, it’s just a dream of mine. I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: Potential character death? There’s a sword? A threat of violence? Fantasy?
In the midst of the dilapidated factory, I pulled myself out from beneath the debris. The light of the flames dancing around me reflected off the snow. I could still see the smoky remnants of my previous breath lingering in front of me like whispers in the wind, despite it feeling like an eternity has passed since I had last taken a breath. But I was too focused on the climax of the battle in front of me to care. Not even the harsh bite of the winter wind had the power to encourage time to move faster.
Kero held her own sword to her throat, the blade pressing into her skin and threatening certain consequences should she continue. She danced on the precipice of destruction and salvation, with a voice to undo it all singing in her ear. A look of certain apprehension washed over Kero’s face— I could tell by the way his brows curled in that he was fighting back white-hot tears.
Neither of them deserved this.
This wasn’t the first time that Kero had to play these cards; to walk down this exact path. To take the life of a loved one. Not that had made the circumstances any easier. With the memories of having done this before, I could only imagine how he could feel. After all, the only thing left in my heart was sheer, paralyzing terror.
If I could take her place to save them both, to save her, I would do it in a heartbeat. I would have done things differently. Anything. As long as it saved her. Even if she would always be fated to die, anything else would have been better. I didn’t want to save her if it meant destroying her in the process, but I didn’t want to lose her, either.
Not like this.
Her tar-stained claws were mere inches aware from tearing him apart, should the last thread snapped. I could hear her teeth grinding against each other as she fought for control; I could her cry of torment; her last “I’m sorry.” She was trying her damnest to keep from falling apart and letting the eldritch horror from escaping...
Despite the bitterness Kero and I held for one another, Kero turned into an unexpected mentor over the course of this journey. With his direction, I had unlocked latent abilities that I never thought would be possible. I should have been able to help him fight off all these abominations, however I knew I will never hold a light to him. Or her. They were daemonborne
And I had let them down.
They were the biproducts of “scientific advancements” in a world now lost to us. I, however, am just human. There is no one capable of stopping her, short of a God and a miracle. Or someone like them; another monster. Without any of those, she would become the singularity that would bring about the beginning of the end.
How did we end up in this situation?
Was it the result of the lost world’s mismanagement of everything it governed? Or was it the result of many manipulations by one man’s selfish goal?
With the world balanced dangerously on the edge of our shoulders, allow me to tell you how we got here. Maybe then— just maybe— will I have more answers than questions.
And if I ever meet the man responsible for this?
You should hope that I won't kill him with my bare fucking hands.
