582, Duule (Runner up June 2007)
Posted by Malcolm on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Birthed in Blood.
Goliath had planned the conception himself. The prostitute was not comely by even human standards. She would not be missed. Taken in the dead of night from the Whitethorn Brothel into the cellar of the dark, ruined church below the inky stone of the Black Dragon Street. Ancient sigils of conjuration, left over from a previous age, still emanating a sickly green glow from the center of the floor. Rottings pews pushed to the three unused walls leaving a charred and cracked altar upon a raised dais uncluttered. Four chains placed in the floor bearing spiked manacles were quickly clamped to the wrist and ankles of the unfortunate whore causing excruciating pain, but it was nothing compared to what lay ahead for her. Goliath himself consummated the desecration, the creation.. Abomination.
She was kept alive.. barely through gestation, given just enough to keep her, but more importantly, the creature growing in her womb healthy and growing. the time came and the young minotaur began it's emergence, tearing and goring it's way through her womb and abdominal wall, eventually ripping it's way through her abdomen. A dark human healer was commissioned to keep the woman alive through the process, keeping her heart beating through the horror befalling her. Finally as the minotaur emerged she was skinned by her thighs and drained under the healer's hand, still alive, of her warm life's blood. Her skin was stitched to hold her vital fluid. When she was drained, she was finally allowed to die, screaming in agony. The still warm blood was fed to the child who consumed it with gluttony.
The dark priest, along with Goliath stood at either end of the newborn. Raising his voice to the night sky through the rifts of the old church the priest called out, "Mother of the Night!" "Rapture of Blood!" "Accept this child unto you that he may serve your desires as he claims his birthright of power!" Red streaks of lightning pealed across the sky as if in approval. His dark journey, upon a road awash with viscera, gore and beauty in death began.
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