Morbidwishes

A soldier dies in combat trying to save a comrade. He wakes up in a new world, but hes not alone. He is joined by several others who had experienced a similar situation. They are called lost ones. The new world is overwhelmed with monsters, but humanity has developed abilities to help. some have enhanced speed or strength. Some have regeneration abilities that are out of this world, and others, like our main character, are what are called espers. They have a connection with an element, and their abilities develop around them. Our soldier has a rare off shoot of the death element called vampirism. No, he is not an evil son of the knight who preys on humanity. This is his story. This story contains violence throughout, some sexuality, and strong language. If you enjoy reading this book take a look at my other book Dark Ascension. It's a current project I'm also working on.

Esper Fi

Approaching the shrine that was at the far end of the cavern, I hard the sounds of pain filled screams of terror behind me. I resolutely walked forward. Only much later did I find out that Lily had turned to watch the scene, and that it would haunt her nightmares for years to come. 


The shrine was much smaller than what you would imagine, only a small room around the size of a closet, with a statue of the woman who had brought us to this world. The statue looked timeless, and the endless starry expanses could be seen reflected in her eyes. 


In each of our hands we held and orb, mine was a black orb the size of a human heart. It seemed to pulsates as it approached the alter. In lily's hand was a purple orb the size of her fist. I do not know the exact benefits that she received when her orb was absorbed into her inner world, but I will never be able to forget my experience.


The orb began to glow in a dark light and we approached the statue, my left hand which was holding the orb began to radiate the essence of death. My inner world began to vibrate and shatter, Blood Drinker flying out of my body. The orb and the blade orbited around my hand, one casting a vampric blood red light. The other the pale blackness of death. 


I side my head I could hear Lady Lucia's soft laughter at the scene, my mind filled with the image of her leaning forward, grasping her face with her skeletal hand. 


Before my eyes the death energy from the orb began to fill the corroded pieces of Blood Drinker, fillings its gaps as the blade was slowly reformed. The blade began to vibrate, it's bloody aura mixing with the death essence cause the aura to gain small back streaks. 


As the blade was reforming I could feel power filling my body, especially my skeletal left hand. Death essence gathered in a vortex, being absorbed by my hand like it was a black hole. 


Blood Drinker slowly descended into my skeletal hand as the orb disappeared into the vortex. My hand grasped it against my will. My entire body shook, my inner world shattering once again as Blood Drinker was absorbed into the black hole that was my hand. 


Sweat poured down my face as I could feel my inner world reforming, however it was no longer in my mind, I could feel that my entire presence, my soul, my thoughts. My entire being has shifted. I was no longer a person, I was a puppet, a puppet for my Skeletal left hand which had become my entire being. 


Strings of black web shot out from the vortex above my hand, swirling around me, covering me in a cocoon. I could not see, I could not hear and I could not breathe. Time became meaningless as The cocoon covered my body. Notification kept appearing before me, like a computer game, the type that usually appeared in my inner world. 


The notifications that seared into my mind finally stopped and I drifted into the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness.


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