(A/n: The End Of Volume 1)
(A/n: This entire chapter goes in-depth about the aftermath and beyond and maybe a bit graphic)
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(September 21, 1970, 2300 in the night)
[Location: Alaska, Random Outskirt Area Of King Salmon]
(POV: First Victim Of Many To Come)
It was a beautiful night sky as the moon was glistering upon the snow from the outskirts of the city where no one would usually walk around; a family inside a comfy cabin was blissfully together, playing games together, listening to the radio songs to pass away from their worries, as at the time the radio advised of a heavy snow storm recently.
It was during the night since a loving father had to chop up wood to keep the fire going in the cabin to keep them warm from the upcoming storm; after 35 minutes of finishing up chopping and bringing back the wood, the middle-aged father who had an athletic build, short black hair, and pale skin, his discernable features were that of brown eyes, with a somewhat narrow nose, with a few wrinkles on his face showing a bit of stress from his life but, all of that stress was nothing compared to his love for his family.
He had all of the chopped wood in tow with him as he walked on foot; luckily for him, the cabin wasn't too far away to drag the wood. But what will come after can only be something that could genuinely be described as a personification of a father's worst ПIGΉƬMΛЯΣ and a dutiful husband's ЯΣGЯΣƬ as he'll witness a slow and miserable end as everything will slowly unfold in front of him.
It was 10 minutes he was 20 meters away from the house when he heard a ɖʀɛǟɖʄʊʟ blood-curdling scream that was in the direction of the house. The father's stomach began to churn as his blood turned cold, his entire mind was jolted with pure anxiety as his breathing began to grow uneven, his eyes were erratic in movement, he yelled out frantically as he dropped all of the wood and immediately ran to the house wildly.
"SALLIE!!!! RUBBIE!!!!! SAMMMY!??!?!?!?" He clamored out a horrendous scream of all the names of his loved ones inside the house, and if it weren't for his single-minded focus, he would've seen the decay and rot that was happening to the house at a rapid rate.
The screaming, the crying, and the awful ᏰᏋᎶᎶᎥᏁᎶ can be heard within the house. He had no time to open the door normally and rammed himself through the rotting door. He desperately rushed everywhere to find them without a care in the world for his safety. The only place he could think of when trying to find them was in the room where he and his wife, Sallie, slept in, as sometimes it was also where both of those bundles of joy would go to and mess around every once in a while.
So he rushed there, hitting his body on the hallway walls in a rush, and that was when he saw a sight that broke his entire mind. It was three rotting corpses on the ground that were still breathing. Sallie, the once beautiful wife of John, who had youthful blonde hair, was now as pale as a sheet of paper, her hair turned completely bald, and her once cheery eyes that held glowing blue eyes now lacked the same luster as they once did before, she was skinny before, but now it looks like all she had was skin, instead of any fat or muscle, her bones can be seen, and her ribs were spring locked into her spine.
His sweet Sallie, along with her, were both Ruby and Sammy holding on as tightly as they could. Still, sadly, they didn't fare as well as their mother as they didn't even have the same features as before; they were only children, making them utterly unrecognizable as their skin was slowly falling off their faces; it was even worse as the crying had only grown even more tragic.
John, witnessing everything happening in front of him, was shaking in helplessness; he began yelling out toward them as he made his way.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! No!!!?!?!?? D-don't worry, d-daddies finally here Ruby, S-Sammy, I'm finally back, my sweet little daisy, Sallie!!!" He said, trying to deny the reality of the situation; he hugged all three of them as carefully as he could. After thirty seconds of his hug, he heard a voice from one of the children, which for John can only be Ruby's voice; even though it was almost unrecognizable, John was sure it was Ruby talking.
But what came from Ruby's mouth felt like a violent punch to his mental psyche to his already broken mind.
"Wₕᵧ 𝒹ᵢ𝒹 ᵧₒᵤ ₗₑₐᵥₑ ᵤₛ 𝒹ₐ𝒹𝒹ᵧ?" She was so small and fragile saying those words. Still, it was enough to break him in ways a human shouldn't go through, seeing her fragile body decay; her once platinum-blonde hair was gone. Her adorable little face was akin to someone that had already been diseased, as quite a bit of the skull could be seen; John didn't know what to do, and while all of this was happening, there was another small voice that spoke, a little Sammy spoke with great difficulty, tears were coming down from eyes that were rotting away slowly.
"Y₋ᵧₒᵤ ₗₑ𝒻ₜ ᵤₛ Dₐ𝒹𝒹ᵧ, 𝓌₋𝓌ₕᵧ 𝒹ᵢ𝒹 ᵧₒᵤ ₐᵦₐₙ𝒹ₒₙ ᵤₛ??" Both of their questions repeatedly rang in John's head. The only one who couldn't say anything was his wife, Sallie. All she did was stare at John, and she didn't have the strength to do anything else. But those eyes of hers staring back at John told him just about everything; that blank stare was an entirely different sight for John to see from her sweet Sallie.
It wasn't the warm stare he had seen throughout the time when they were together or even when they were childhood friends; she had always kept a warm, welcoming smile, but now there was nothing but her ragged breathing and a smell of decayed, rotting flesh that was slowly falling to the floor of the bedroom.
John didn't realize it, but he had already met the same fate as the rest of his family; he spoke shakily, "ᴺᴼ ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᴸᴱᴬⱽᴱ ᴹᴱᵎᵎᵎᵎᵎ" He said without caring why his throat was gargling, and choking, but his body has already started immediately going through a process of decay, his own blood was leaking from all parts of his orifices which had turned black, he still tried to hold on to the three of them, but his muscles, fat, and eyes began to fall apart in ways that would haunt in a person's nightmares.
Moments later, when the clock struck midnight, now all that was left was a rotting house alongside a family that, in their final moments, died together. This was the beginning of more to come.
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(POV: Technocracy: Agent Harrison Lockhart)
[New World Order: Unkown Base Unit]
[Location: Seattle, Washington, USA]
(First Journal, September 22, 1970)
With all of the problems circulating, especially with a new Deviant that the higher-ups have disclosed as a potentially apocalyptic threat, it seems that this world is going to go haywire at some point. Worst of all was the high spread of lethal corrosion in the middle of Alaska.
All of this mess might set us back with our further research of creating a clone of the enemy will workers... Luckily, not everything has been set back, as there were new findings of strange vegetation festering in a town in Romania that The Progenitors have been experimenting on, which, from the documents I've got, said it fundamentally affected the Primal energy of the Tellurian...
It's not the original goal, but for most of the setbacks, we might as well look into the discovery till the drama dies down, especially with the movement of the Nephandi. At least most of them were still in the Middle East, but it's odd for their movement to shift to Scotland, of all places.
As originally from the files enlisted from the hard drives of the Syndicate, the details only covered a faction of the Nephandi with a low danger class, the Black Spiral Dancers, but new details have been shown a minor group had flocked its way to Scotland, and they were quite possibly the reason for the disaster that happened at the center of Alaska as both the entity and the small group had similar corruption levels, Furthering the danger status of the Nephandi group from Scotland from our prior Information.
Another unknown force mysteriously eliminated the entity linked to The Quantum Quagmire in question. The first mage that was on the scene of corruption also gave the progenitor group an unknown vegetation that was strictly classified from a genome plant of Cannabis.
Any involvement with the Nephandi? Negative. But involvement with the unknown entity in inquiry? 65% chance that might be the case, but from further investigations, when tracking the airplane ride to the location I**** had been an uncomplicated task, the cameras in Mccall Municipal Airport had detected absolutely nothing but static, raising even further questions, sending field agents for even further investigations will proceed.
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(Second Journal, September 22, 1970, 1600(4:00 pm)
A quick investigation into interviewing the witnesses in the private airport led to unsavory results as all of the witnesses didn't have any prior memory of Kai Conningsworth, and the airplane used by Conningsworth remained unseen. Any further investigations can lead to more problems unneeded as of now, so for now, the case of the Connigsworth will sit on standby for later examination.
Other than that, we will search for other aspects of concerns that can be notified through the data information from the Analytical Reckoners.
Final Journal: Agent Harrison Lockhart is signing out.
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(3rd POV: Agent Harison)
After Agent Harison was done with his journal, typing it all up so that it could be sent to the data field for the feed methodology to look into, as the primary target has been famous for his expansive field in the Cannabis industry, he couldn't help but slump back to his office chair and decided to pull another piece of paper given to him from the field unit from Alaska which said.
[Report: Number Of Diseased]
Original Number: 300,382
New Number: 295,136
Number Of deaths: 5,246
Further numbers are still being calculated for the loss of life, and the further spread of corruption has slowed down tremendously. Yet, still, the slow spread has affected countless lives, and he was forced to settle for uncontaminated areas and possibly away from Alaska. Further Information can be looked at in further studies in the virtual link.
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Harrison stared at the info apathetically for a couple of minutes and then just shook his head as he sighed, speaking to himself. "The death toll could've been much higher if it weren't for whatever ended the deviant... Well, whatever, one thing at a time."
He put the paper back on the table and decided to look into the cloning project even further on his computer until his work phone began to ring, so he checked to see who it was.
*Hello, Mr. Harrison; I have immediately looked into the Information you've downloaded into the system, and I believe more conventions are going to pool in more of their staffing at some point. Still, this time of year seems to be the worst as all of the conventions are divided; the only ones that want to give you a bit more staffing would be the Progenitors and the Syndicate... Have a fantastic day, Mr. Harrison.*
the last bits of the caller's words were a bit sarcastic, which made Harison sigh a bit more as he understood why, even when the Technocracy had been expanding quickly, that still didn't fix the main problem of the division between the conventions, even though it was still better off than the Nine Traditions.
However, infiltration can still be accessible at this moment for other unknown organizations, and with the work on, that would obviously increase the workload and the probability of certain death; he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath as he pushed his glasses up to go back to work.
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(POV: Nephandi)
[Faction: Malfeans]
[Location- Deep Parts Of Scotland]
In a forest that expands to the unknown of Scotland, the outer part of the forest held all the beauty of life; it was full of a green vigor and the wonders of animal life. As one keeps moving further into the forest, the scenes of the woods will change; within the deep parts of the woods is where the beginning of death will prosper, mortals that get closer to it will begin to wither away like the dead trees in its surrounding, as you walk further you can see the sky would gradually gray out, there was no more grass, and what could've been grass was a deep black color, the trees, was that of pure ash in coloring, the ground was that of a deep black.
The very atmosphere gave off a dreadful poking feeling, like needles were stabbing the lungs of whoever journeyed across this world of no man's land. Finally, at the epicenter of it all was a hilly like mound of a building that, by touching it, could turn a living being into a rotting bleeding corpse within an instant and turned into nourishment to whatever else could survive in this forsakened forest.
Within the mound-like building was a huge Symbol on the floor that exuded an undaunting amount of malice; surrounding the symbol was a group of people with candles that glowed a Darkish green and blue fire chanting the unholy words of the beyond, and with it summoned a mage that was a monster in human form, that sacrificed itself to Oblivion to become what it was now, with the only thing tethering itself of anything was the human sacrifice that was forced into armor on the floor. It then spoke, creating an aura of pure, tainted decay.
"𝕬𝖍𝖍𝖍!! 𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊!!! 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝕲𝖔𝖉, 𝖜𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉." His voice rang, and the outside of the mound-like building turned the trees into nothing but decayed chunks. All of the acolytes of the Triat Of Decay kneeled in fervor and worship.
"𝕴 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉!!! 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖕𝖆𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙." They stared at their leader, with anticipation, to await his orders, and so it spoke once more, as the new form of this creature in human skin had been now released into the world.
"𝖂𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖚𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖘, 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙. 𝕹𝖔𝖜 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘, 𝖒𝖞 𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖞𝖙𝖊𝖘!!!" One by one, they all left to do as told, and when they left, he spread his arms to the air to use more of his magic. He almost felt a horrifying rage from the sky that was about to strike him down if the creature from oblivion kept going. He immediately stopped what he was doing and looked to the sky with a curious glance, and then a realization struck him.
"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖝 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝕺𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖓... 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖔𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖞?" With that moment of thinking, the being at the center of the symbol sat down and began to meditate once more.
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(POV: Anafabula)
I looked around Alaska to see just how bad the fight caused those around them while staying close to Tristan while he was sleeping. Still, before doing that, I wanted to play with a little insect that caused so much harm to the only one that had kept me sane even when I was in another world without him; he had given me a reason and a focus on becoming stronger, a certain drive that without it I would've become just the same as the original but with a few more screw looses like Sam Howell.
I teleported myself to the area where the thing turned into ashes from Tristan's blade, and with a wave of my hand, he was resurrected with its entire body intact, the ᐯ丨匚ㄒ丨爪 was looking around in confusion, and then as soon as it looked to me, which I was a few meters away I began my Ø₱ɆⱤ₳₮łØ₦ as in a blink of an eye I grabbed its face and slammed it to the ground.
As it desperately tried to pry my hand upon his face, I only squeezed tighter, and its desperate flailing began to slow. I let go and transformed my body into a giant black spider twice the insect's size and began to devour it piece by piece slowly; all of its erratic squealing and pleading only made me want to go slower as I kept healing and eating for thirty-eight minutes and 45 seconds, and when I was done with it I transformed back to my original form. I began another game. The insect desperately got up and tried to use his reality warping, but nothing came, making the desperate creature shakily back away, which led me to say.
{Ahhhh~ ł₴ ₮ⱧɆⱤɆ ₴Ø₥Ɇ₮Ⱨł₦₲ ₩ⱤØ₦₲ ₥Ɏ Ⱡł₮₮ⱠɆ ₳₦₮?~ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶦᵗˢʸ ᵇᶦᵗˢʸ ᶜᵒʳʳᵘᵖᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍˀ} The smile I gave to the tiny insect made it run away, trying its best get away and even started crawling on all fours, and with all the time in the world I walked to my desperately fleeing crawler.
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It was a couple of hours where the crawler was moving as fast as it could, but no matter how far it got, the scenery always stayed the same. The insect was starting to realize it but kept running, and then one of its limbs snapped, and now all it could really do was crawl at this point. Still, as he looked down to the snow, there were spiders crawling around his vision. He looked behind and saw the same woman now staring at the insect with hollowed yellow eyes and a thin smile that immediately made the nexus crawler break down in tears for the first time in its life.
It tried to crawl away but was grabbed by the back of the neck and whispered her final words to the insect's non-existent ears.
"ᵢ ₕₒₚₑ ᵧₒᵤ ₑₙⱼₒᵧ ₜₕₑ ₚₗₐ𝒸ₑ ᵢ'ₘ ₜₐₖᵢₙ𝓰 ᵧₒᵤ ₜₒ~ Bₑ𝒸ₐᵤₛₑ ᵢ ₖₙₒ𝓌 ᵢ 𝓌ᵢₗₗ~" With that whisper the insect cried out as darkness was surging underneath, and with a pair of meat hooks dragged it underneath to The Dark Below.
With that over, she finally formed a genuine smile as she skipped back to her beloved while humming out loud.
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