In The Still Darkness - Original series by MISTER BIG T

This is more of a setting for the next episode.

Chapter 4: The Value Of A Miracle Is

The man who had picked up Elfen finally stopped moving and lowered her on a bed.

“Young girl… You know I must confess you something… Me finding you was no chance of luck, I felt the huge force within you and I was drawn towards it,” he spoke while gently caressing Elfen’s cheek.

She shivered a little from the touch of his cold hands “What do you mean?”

The man reached into his pocket and suddenly slammed something against Elfen’s right eye. She screamed as he muttered some words that she did not understand. However suddenly she was in a surprise because first time in years, she was able to see. She now had a beautiful brown eye.

“Wh… What did you do?!?” she exclaimed with an emotion that was filled with both shock and happiness.

The man chortled a bit “I reanimated you an eye out of a useless one. I’m a necromancer and that was just a small hint of my powers… Which I can use to help you become complete again, if you do as I say.”

Now Elfen was able to see the necromancer. Calling him old would be an understatement, as he seemed more like an ancient. He had a mask made out of a skull of an ox and from its bottom came a long graybeard with braids placed at the very end of it. From the sockets of the mask, Elfen could see lucent yellow eyes.

“What do you want?” she asked.

The necromancer rose her up “Come with me.”

He brought her into a small room. There was absolutely nothing but a singular table. On top of it was a naked woman with a pink hair in a seemingly pure agony. A huge amount of blood was flowing from her revealed genitals and horrible scars were covering her incredibly huge bloated belly. Elfen wasn’t sure if her new eye was playing tricks but it was like there came more and more scars each passing moment.

“She’s giving birth to a person destined to engulf the world into chaos and end the war between light and darkness. However even gods themselves are against this and they’ve cursed the mother. She’s dying. If you’ll lend me your powers, I’ll be able to at least save the child…. That is, if you want to become normal in exchange of betraying the side of light?” he spoke as he gently placed Elfen on the floor.

Elfen was silent but finally began to speak “The path of light has lead me into nothing but misery and pain. If I’ll lose my soul in becoming complete so be it. If the side of darkness can offer me more than the side of light can ever give, it will be the path I’ll walk. For years I’ve been spat upon, looked down upon. I’ve been humiliated; I’ve been a laughing stock. All the time I never questioned anything nor did I ever wish anyone to die. But still the gods must have felt sadistic and they made me suffer even more than I thought would be possible. Why would I care, abandoning the ones whom have only made me weep?”

The man smiled and Elfen could see his ugly yellowish teeth “Very well….. Just concentrate thinking about me… And the baby…. Think of us as much as you can and then think even more than you think you could…. You’ve got some extremely strong magic in you that is fueled by your anger… This is what I’m going to need if I’ll have the baby saved.”

For what seemed like an eternity but was actually just four hours, the necromancer muttered weird words. Elfen concentrated into doing as she was told. For some reason, she felt more exhausted than ever and it hurt her brain to even think like she was told to do. Still she continued to concentrate, thinking of her reward that she would get.

Just then the mother gave a huge scream and huge amount blood shot out of her. She gurgled and died that very instant as the necromancer held the baby girl up. She did not cry, she did not scream. For a terrible moment, both he and Elfen thought she had died and they had failed. Just then she opened her eyes. They were bright red. She gave a toothless smile while being covered in her own mother’s blood. Killer of all what is good.

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Just then Drett gasped and woke up. He was covered in his own sweat. He rubbed some of it off his forehead and sat up.

“Are you all right??” Drang yelled while running into the room, “I heard you screaming and muttering some insane words!”

Drett was silent. He then slowly looked at direction of Drang “I felt… Something evil entering this world…. Something…. So… Utterly evil I’ve never sensed something like that before….”

“Are you speaking of the likes of the nameless one?” Drang asked.

Drett shook his head “No… I am talking about something far more evil… And far more powerful…… We must gather the old crew back, start sending letters to everyone.”

AT THE SAME TIME…

The black dragon was sitting on a chair. He was dressed in a cloak with several symbols on them. A young dancer in a skimpy outwit was dancing before him. He was in a whorehouse and the air was musk from the female scent and the tobacco that several gentlemen were smoking.

She reached her hand and caressed his chest “I don’t think I know this signet. May I ask, what do you do?”

“I am a morph mage. I specialize in things that alter person physically,” he replied.

The dancer brushed her body against his “I like you a lot. Do you want to go somewhere more private? I’ve never been with a dragon before…”

The dragon gave a devilish grin as he spoke “I hope you like it rough because that’s the only way I’m gonna give it to you.”

Just then a pigeon flew in from the window. But it wasn’t a normal pigeon. Its feathers were completely black and it had orange eyes.

“Ah!! What kind of a devil is this??!” the girl screamed.

Just as she was about to shoo the pigeon away, the dragon rose up and pushed her away “Don’t! I know this magical pigeon well,” he spoke before grabbing the letter it was carrying.

Urukai, my former ally in battle. The times of darkness are at hand. Drett has seen a horrible vision of a horror beyond anything we’ve ever encountered before. We two are no longer enough to fend off the chaos. We need everyone we can get. We need you. I know we’ve not talked in ages and last time that we spoke, we didn’t depart as friends. But if you can forgive me, I’m able to say the words I should have said already back then…

Forever Your friend,

Drang

Urukai fell silent. He just stared at the letter without knowing what to say… Or do.

MEANWHILE…

The red dragon gave a yawn and repositioned his glasses. He was in his bookstore behind the counter waiting for any potential customers.

“Nothing ever happens here… And no customers today either,” he thought as he opened up a novel he was reading in order to kill some time.

Just then he heard someone knocking on the window. As he looked to the direction of knocks, he noticed it was a black-feathered pigeon pecking on the window.

“Drett??” he exclaimed out loud as he ran towards the window and opened it. He immediately grabbed the letter from the pigeon.

Bernard, my dear friend. How are your wife and kids? I’m really sorry to ask this but we need you to come back. We need you to break your promise to your family. We need you to become a berserker again. Something horrible is at work. Drett is worried sick. We could really use your axe in our truly final battle.

Strength and honor,

Drang

The former berserker got a huge grin on his face. Finally he could feel the joy of battle once again. Albeit he had promised to leave violence behind him, as he became a father, he could not deny that he missed the old days.

ELSEWHERE….

The final pigeon flew into the carnival of Menor. However immediately upon entering it, the pigeon could see the dead dragon with several people doing some things to him.

Immediattly, the pigeon turned and flew off, knowing it couldn’t complete the task given to it.

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Chapter 5: At Least, Be Humane

“Now… You promised me you’d help me become full,” Elfen said as she saw the necromancer play with the little baby.

The man nodded “Of course young one. But alas, I regret to inform that I was not completely truthful with you. You’re beyond my help; I can only somewhat restore you. I cannot make you complete. You’ve lost way too much and I don’t have enough ‘ingredients’ to make you every part out of scratch.”

Elfen slowly bowed her head down and you could see her healthy eye water from tears. For a moment she had thought… No… Hoped…. Prayed…..

“I am… Fine… Do as much as you’re able to… That’s all I’ll need,” she finally said.

The necromancer walked over to the mother as he suddenly pulled out his sword and began to hack at the body. Elfen screamed in shock, this was not what she had thought. This was not what she had hoped.

The necromancer rubbed the blood and the bits all over Elfen as he began to mutter in the same way he had before. Elfen could feel huge pains as the blood began to form into muscles, skin tissue and everything was recreated. She felt each joint form; each drop of blood pouring through her veins that were growing and the pure pain during this regeneration was incredible. But when it was finally over, she had a perfectly healthy right hand. Her left hand ended at the wrist but it was still better than nothing was. She also grew a complete right leg. Much to her dismay, nothing happened to her left stump for a leg.

“I am done. Even though not complete, you are now already able to live much more freely than in years,” he said as he was eyeing her up and down.

Elfen reached her right hand to caress the healthy leg “How am I supposed to walk with one leg? In fact, how can I even walk at all when I’ve not done so in over ten years?”

The man seemed amused but became serious again soon “If you so wish, I can make you a small peg leg. As for how to walk, you’ll get used to it soon if you just keep trying.”

Long silence passed between the two.

“Now what are you planning to do now that you’re able to walk, see, and hold things with your arm?” the necromancer asked.

Elfen was silent as she looked at the baby and the remains of the mother “I’m going to start tracking down the people who did this to me. I’ll never forget their faces…. I still don’t know what I’m capable of but I’ve already killed one of them when I was just a torso. Now that I’ve got an arm, leg, and an eye, I can easily kill the rest of them as well….”

The man laughed, “At least you’ve got spirit. If you’d wish I could help you control your powers better but if I do that, I must ask yet another thing from you.”

“What is it?” she questioned him.

“I’m old pitiful man. I fear, nay, I know I’ll die before the baby is adult. Look after her when my time has gone. That’s all I ask,” he spoke.

Elfen looked at the baby who was licking off the blood she was covered with. “I…. I promise I’ll do that….” Elfen said while being more disgusted than ever in her life by the mere sight of the pure evil.

Fueled by anger, blinded by rage, what limits will Elfen go to in order to gain revenge upon the ones who wronged against her so many years ago?