The Ghost and the Darkness Volume 1 (The Fallocaust Series Book 2) by Quil Carter
Authors: Quil Carter
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consumes the earth.
You were a small beacon of light in the never-ending grey when I met you. A thirst for life and learning that seemed unquenchable at that age. You looked so much younger too. Now as I stare at that face I swear you aged ten years instead of two and a half. Not in your soft lanky body that any man would kill to touch, nor in your face that still made you look like a young teenager... but in your eyes. Those large spheres of a blue so deep if I kept looking I knew I would drown in them.
Jade?
What are you doing?
Lost eyes. The carefree spark of naive innocence had died in them, but at what point the images didn’t tell me. I just knew everyone had been too busy to grieve its death. Now what child-like innocence he had was a shelled wraith, walking in a lost daze around a landscape that would never change, calling for colour but all they will serve you is red and grey.
Always red and grey.
What a cruel twist of fate. Not even two years after Jeff took you and left, did you return a shadow of yourself; a phantom blowing in the breeze, once full of the innocence, now you’re an empty hollow shell hiding behind a polite smile.
No... not empty, you were full, full of the browns and greys of rotten carrion crawling with worms and insects. That embedded their small wiggling bodies into your skin and drove you mad with their movements. Your aura was covered in a layer of decomposed flesh, like the flesh you had knelt in when you realized Asher wasn’t dead.
Put it down, Jade.
The things that king had done to me. In the darkness, with my and Killian’s auras intertwined, I felt the atmosphere of that room in Skyfall I had gotten to know well: The Council Room.
The smell was a mixture of blood, sweat and the steel rods they had implanted in my head. Silas had drawn out each one as I screamed, feeling my brain inside of my head go haywire. My entire body was a ruin. I had been beaten, crucified, and the inside of my brain had been sliced and electrocuted to ribbons.
I sighed and felt Killian’s cheek warm against my hand. I had been strong enough to endure the Ghost King. I was a chimera from Moros; I was born and bred to endure.
But Killian was no chimera; he would be put through what I had been put through but worse. This small little waif, as kind and sweet as they come. What a pretty piece of flesh to be passed around a family of rabid monsters just waiting to putrify such innocence. Like a paint brush in a glass of water, a single dip muddles the crystal clear liquid.
Though this feeling I felt from Killian was no single dip of a used paint brush. The transparent water, reflecting sunlight and warmth, was now just a quagmire of mud and rot.
I felt inside my body a well of sadness and sympathy, one that overwhelmed even my advanced receptors. I could take the abuse. I proved I could, but this kid? Fuck. This kid didn’t stand a chance. He would’ve been better off as Garrett’s pet. At least if Silas had decided to grow jealous of the second born chimera’s cicaro, he would be dead by now, just like his parents.
So much misery.
JADE!
I gasped as I felt a cold hand take my forearm and wrench it back, and with the strength of the pull all of my lucid dreams shot out of my body.
I blinked, seeing only blue-tinged darkness around me, the blond kid laying just a foot away.
I was...
What the hell?
I looked down and realized I had been holding a pillow only inches away from Killian’s face.
A moment later the cold hand was joined by another and I was yanked back from the boy.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Elish’s frozen voice hissed. I blinked, looking bewildered at the pillow, not even able to answer his question.
The scene spoke for itself; I was about to try and smother the kid.
“I don’t know!” I exclaimed but a moment later his hand clamped over my mouth. I felt Elish walk me back into our bedroom.
When he closed the door behind us I immediately took
You were a small beacon of light in the never-ending grey when I met you. A thirst for life and learning that seemed unquenchable at that age. You looked so much younger too. Now as I stare at that face I swear you aged ten years instead of two and a half. Not in your soft lanky body that any man would kill to touch, nor in your face that still made you look like a young teenager... but in your eyes. Those large spheres of a blue so deep if I kept looking I knew I would drown in them.
Jade?
What are you doing?
Lost eyes. The carefree spark of naive innocence had died in them, but at what point the images didn’t tell me. I just knew everyone had been too busy to grieve its death. Now what child-like innocence he had was a shelled wraith, walking in a lost daze around a landscape that would never change, calling for colour but all they will serve you is red and grey.
Always red and grey.
What a cruel twist of fate. Not even two years after Jeff took you and left, did you return a shadow of yourself; a phantom blowing in the breeze, once full of the innocence, now you’re an empty hollow shell hiding behind a polite smile.
No... not empty, you were full, full of the browns and greys of rotten carrion crawling with worms and insects. That embedded their small wiggling bodies into your skin and drove you mad with their movements. Your aura was covered in a layer of decomposed flesh, like the flesh you had knelt in when you realized Asher wasn’t dead.
Put it down, Jade.
The things that king had done to me. In the darkness, with my and Killian’s auras intertwined, I felt the atmosphere of that room in Skyfall I had gotten to know well: The Council Room.
The smell was a mixture of blood, sweat and the steel rods they had implanted in my head. Silas had drawn out each one as I screamed, feeling my brain inside of my head go haywire. My entire body was a ruin. I had been beaten, crucified, and the inside of my brain had been sliced and electrocuted to ribbons.
I sighed and felt Killian’s cheek warm against my hand. I had been strong enough to endure the Ghost King. I was a chimera from Moros; I was born and bred to endure.
But Killian was no chimera; he would be put through what I had been put through but worse. This small little waif, as kind and sweet as they come. What a pretty piece of flesh to be passed around a family of rabid monsters just waiting to putrify such innocence. Like a paint brush in a glass of water, a single dip muddles the crystal clear liquid.
Though this feeling I felt from Killian was no single dip of a used paint brush. The transparent water, reflecting sunlight and warmth, was now just a quagmire of mud and rot.
I felt inside my body a well of sadness and sympathy, one that overwhelmed even my advanced receptors. I could take the abuse. I proved I could, but this kid? Fuck. This kid didn’t stand a chance. He would’ve been better off as Garrett’s pet. At least if Silas had decided to grow jealous of the second born chimera’s cicaro, he would be dead by now, just like his parents.
So much misery.
JADE!
I gasped as I felt a cold hand take my forearm and wrench it back, and with the strength of the pull all of my lucid dreams shot out of my body.
I blinked, seeing only blue-tinged darkness around me, the blond kid laying just a foot away.
I was...
What the hell?
I looked down and realized I had been holding a pillow only inches away from Killian’s face.
A moment later the cold hand was joined by another and I was yanked back from the boy.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Elish’s frozen voice hissed. I blinked, looking bewildered at the pillow, not even able to answer his question.
The scene spoke for itself; I was about to try and smother the kid.
“I don’t know!” I exclaimed but a moment later his hand clamped over my mouth. I felt Elish walk me back into our bedroom.
When he closed the door behind us I immediately took
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